No one had expected that Lü Yue, who had originally hoped Fang Duohai would retreat, would launch a sneak attack after the man turned to leave.
Let alone Shanhua—even Mountain Lord had misjudged him. He had thought Lü Yue was a rather steady and considerate person. To keep the three of them safe and prevent Fang Duohai from being driven into desperate straits, the best course should have been to let him leave and settle the score later.
Never had he imagined that Lü Yue would be so aggressive, launching a sneak attack from behind after the other party had agreed to leave. This did not seem to fit his character at all.
Yet Fang Duohai appeared to have expected it. He turned and struck out with his palm, Demonic Qi transforming into a grim, enormous hand seal that met Lü Yue's palm force.
The two collided with a muffled pfft. The huge hand seal formed from Demonic Qi dispersed, while Lü Yue's Primordial Formless Palm force continued onward, its remaining strength undiminished, and attacked Fang Duohai.
Fang Duohai's face turned pale. His hands whirled, forming countless hand seals and finger formulas. Dense streams of force formed a vortex that swallowed and dissolved the Primordial Formless Palm force, allowing him to barely survive the killing move.
"Good boy. Thick-skinned and black-hearted, striking with a hidden hand from behind—I've learned my lesson!"
Lü Yue threw back his head and laughed.
"Not at all, not at all. Compared to you, Fang Duohai, slaughtering your own descendants and cultivating the Blood Path Demonic Art, mine is no more than child's play.
"Fortunately, with just this little probe, I have sounded out your true condition.
"As expected, though you used the Blood Path Demonic Art to devour your own grandson's bloodline, you were gravely