Spirit Pill

"Make way, make way!!"

Hoofbeats came from the end of the road. Looking in that direction, all they could see was dust billowing into the sky. Within the dust, several dozen armored men were galloping rapidly toward them. When the surrounding disaster victims saw the horses, awe appeared in their eyes, and their bodies involuntarily moved aside to both sides of the road.

Chen Luo also shifted slightly to the side.

He still had not figured out where he had arrived. Before understanding everything, he did not intend to stir up any extra trouble for himself.

The horses swept past Chen Luo's body, and a strong wind blew in from behind.

The second horse behind them was actually running right alongside the roadside. Seeing that Chen Luo had not dodged into the wasteland like the other disaster victims, the cavalryman raised the whip in his hand, a cruel smile spreading across his face. He even lifted his horse's hooves, intending to crush this lowborn wretch's bones.

Chen Luo narrowed his eyes.

He did not provoke trouble, but neither did he fear it. This was the principle Third Uncle had taught him, and it was also his rule for traveling the world. He had already shown his attitude by yielding the road to these people, but they were driving him around like livestock. That displeased him somewhat.

Before the whip could fall, the long blade in Chen Luo's hand turned.

Though he could not draw upon external spiritual power, dealing with a few ordinary cavalrymen was as easy as turning his hand over. His spiritual power had been sealed, but the strength of his flesh had not vanished.

Cultivating the Three Aspects together allowed Chen Luo to face any predicament with composure.

Pfft!!

The blade flashed.

Chen Luo did not use