After taking Yuan Jing's Sumeru Ring, Lu Xiaotian used his teleportation technique again and left the central area where the cultivators were fighting. He glanced back and saw that the masked men in black, the young man in white, and two other members of the Zhao Clan were fighting over the three drops of thick, mercury-like heartblood squeezed from Yuan Jing's heart.
"No wonder." Looking in another direction, Lu Xiaotian saw that Yuan Jing's physical body had been destroyed. The other three masked men in black and cultivators from the Ye Family of the Heavenly Martial Kingdom had also joined the fight against the Zhao Clan. The battle was even fiercer than before.
"Which scoundrel dares lay a hand on a member of my Yuan Family?" A deep, resonant voice rang out. Lu Xiaotian hastily glanced back and saw a tall, gaunt, middle-aged man in purple robes rushing over on a flying sword, his beard and hair bristling and his eyes blazing with fury.
"The Yuan Family's great cultivator arrived so quickly." Lu Xiaotian was startled. Even though his strength had recovered and surpassed what it had been when he fought the three-headed snake demon, once bitten by a snake, he still feared the rope. He had no desire to clash with a great cultivator or a great demon.
"Go!" Lu Xiaotian darted a short distance through the ice-pine forest, then flashed beneath a massive ice pine. Hidden by the tree, a nearly transparent three-legged cauldron enveloped him, and his figure vanished. It was Yuchi Yu, who had been waiting there for some time.
There had been too many Nascent Soul experts involved in the melee. Before making his move, Lu Xiaotian had planned with Yuchi Yu: he would seize the Sumeru Ring, then she would meet him at the