Encirclement

Chen Wang was somewhat startled. How could the incarnation of a Daoist Immortal possess such an ominous black shadow?

Moreover, the aura emanating from that black shadow felt familiar to Chen Wang, yet he could not recall where he had encountered it.

The moment Chen Wang noticed the black shadow, his heart suddenly lurched.

The black shadow had actually condensed into a human face. Though the face was blurry, Chen Wang could see every man, woman, elder, and child he had ever met within it.

The sight shocked Chen Wang profoundly. Every hair on his body stood on end, and his spiritual awareness screamed warnings.

"He has already set his sights on me."

Chen Wang suddenly realized that the Sword Saint openly imparting the mysteries of the Dao here might not be the true Sword Saint Lu at all.

Thoughts raced through Chen Wang's mind.

He now faced two choices. The first was to withdraw and leave this place completely.

Whether this palace was real or fake did not matter, but doing so would put Chen Wang in an extremely terrifying situation. This immortal had already set his sights on him. Once he left, who knew whether it would find him again?

And if it gained some sort of power by slaughtering the cultivators here, would it become even harder to deal with?

After pondering for a moment, Chen Wang immediately stepped forward and shouted, "This immortal is fake! There is something wrong with the teachings he is imparting!"

Chen Wang's voice sounded extraordinarily abrupt within the great hall.

The next instant, a figure flashed past. Sword Saint Lu had actually appeared before him out of thin air.

The Apricot Yellow Sword Tassel behind him drifted in the wind. He said gently, "I see that you possess considerable spiritual insight.