Dragon Mountain Daoist saw General Shenyu and the Cyan Ox Swordsman. The two had only just landed and had not yet had time to ask questions when Dragon Mountain Daoist had already arrived.
One gaze after another turned toward Dragon Mountain Daoist. Luo Wentian and the others were delighted, and the heart that had been clenched tight finally settled completely.
"Master!"
Dragon Mountain Daoist nodded slightly. He looked at the bloodstains on General Shenyu and the Cyan Ox Swordsman, then thought of that heaven-shaking blood light just now, and knew he must have misunderstood.
That had not been the blood light of Old Devil Lin attacking True Martial Mountain, but his final dance before death.
He thought that General Shenyu and the other man must have intercepted Old Devil Lin in advance, allowing the True Martial Sect to escape this calamity.
As soon as that thought arose, gratitude immediately rose on his face and in his eyes.
But the Cyan Ox Swordsman's loud laughter instantly left him stunned.
"Brother Dragon Mountain, you really kept us in the dark! Who would have thought your True Martial Mountain still had such a foundation!"
Everyone looked at Dragon Mountain Daoist with smiles.
What kind of figure was Dragon Mountain Daoist? He immediately realized that things were not as he had imagined. A few guesses rose in his mind, and he glanced at Luo Wentian with a smile. Luo Wentian understood at once and immediately recounted everything that had happened earlier in full detail.
Dragon Mountain Daoist's expression did not change, but stormy waves surged up in his heart.
Old Devil Lin had arrived one step ahead, only to be severely wounded by a heavenly sword that soared into the air, allowing General Shenyu and the Cyan Ox Swordsman to seize the chance and