"Mr. Lu!" Dong Feng, Wu Xiuli, and the others looked up at Lu Xiaotian above the clouds, overjoyed. Just when they had been on the brink of death, the situation had taken such a turn—how could they not be beside themselves with joy at surviving by the skin of their teeth? What reassured Dong Feng and Wu Xiuli most was that although they worked for Lu Xiaotian, when a powerful enemy came knocking, he had shown no intention of treating them as expendable pawns. Huaiye Demon Venerable was an Integrated Body old devil, yet Lu Xiaotian had not hesitated to offend him.
"So you're the one who gave these juniors courage. I heard a new Integrated Body body cultivator recently joined the Abyss Hall. That must be Fellow Daoist Lu." The demonic puppet raised his head to look at the sky and challenged him. "Fellow Daoist Lu has been at the Integrated Body stage for only a little over sixty years. You must have great confidence in your divine abilities. Once I've settled the matters at hand, I'll certainly come seek your guidance."
"There's no need to take a scuffle among juniors so seriously. As long as Fellow Daoist Huaiye doesn't happen to catch me while I'm away, I'll be sure to experience the Demon Venerable's impressive skills," Lu Xiaotian said unhurriedly.
"Haha, good. The green hills remain, the flowing waters endure. We'll meet again." The demonic puppet gave a cold snort, then fled into the distance with several demons whose faces were just as fearful.
"Thank you, Mr. Lu, for saving us." Dong Feng, Wu Xiuli, and the others had just returned from the gates of death. Seeing the demonic puppet and the other demons depart, they each sighed in relief and clasped their hands in thanks to Lu