Seeing that although the Pudu Cult's Holy Envoy said nothing, true qi surged beneath the surface like an undercurrent beneath ten thousand miles of blue waves, Lü Yue reined in his originally grim and chilling aura. His round little face reappeared at once, and he took a step back, waving his hand.
"Easy now, easy now. Your martial arts may be decent, but even against one of us, you would find it difficult to win. Now there are two people here stronger than you. Even if you fight to the bitter end, you will still not escape death."
Lü Yue's manner, cold one moment and warm the next, gentle one moment and severe the next, truly left the Pudu Cult's Holy Envoy suffering unspeakably. He felt only that this round-faced young man was unfathomably scheming, impossible to read in fair weather or foul, stirring unease in his heart.
Yet, just as Lü Yue had said, he did not dare claim victory against either one alone. With another expert beside him whose realm was roughly on par with Lü Yue's, how could he possibly compare?
Fine, even if he somehow escaped today, what then?
The heavy snow had sealed off the city. Within Lingwu City, the Pudu Cult's forces answered to him alone. Under Meng Zhao's overwhelming assault, he would not be able to flee far at all.
Thus, resorting to force was the worst of all strategies, and the least advisable one.
So, the Holy Envoy slightly steadied the rushing true qi within his body, took another step back, and asked with a frown,
"You people from the Meng Family, what exactly do you intend by coming here today? Are we to fight or make peace? Do not beat around the bush."
With a slight lift of Lü Yue's hand,