"Lu Yang, you still have time to change your mind. You and I could have made a fine master-disciple pair, couldn't we?" Song Taichong looked at Lu Yang coldly and spoke in an even tone.
Lu Yang smiled. "I appreciate the sect master's kindness. I'll take my leave."
With that, he turned and stepped into the spatial rift.
Once the rift had sealed shut, the Void Blade Sect Master's expression turned cold.
"This is the road you chose. Don't blame me for not giving you a chance." He turned and looked toward Shanhetal. "Wu Shentong, oh, Wu Shentong. I'm truly curious—what did you do to make these people so utterly devoted to you?"
The void slowly split open, and the world spun around him.
By the time Lu Yang came to his senses, he was already suspended in midair.
He slowly descended through the air and landed on a stretch of pitch-black gravel.
Thick black clouds blanketed the sky. As far as the eye could see, a desolate wilderness lay shrouded in gloom.
By now, spring had already returned to Qing Province, yet this bleak battlefield was still cold enough to make one's blood run cold.
Even a Sixth Realm martial artist of Lu Yang's caliber could feel wisps of chill seeping into his body, slowing the flow of his qi and blood.
Somehow, Lu Yang felt that if he didn't leave soon, he might freeze to death right here.
Just then, the [Frostbane] armor hidden beneath his skin quietly emerged.
One exquisite Dragon Scale after another appeared across Lu Yang's body, gleaming with an enchanting brilliance.
The dense chill was absorbed by the translucent Dragon Scales. The cold that had left Lu Yang chilled to the bone gradually faded.
"King-level Ice Path Law!" Lu Yang frowned slightly.
He had