"Big Brother Lu, these green ropes are terribly strange." Ye Ziyu had also realized that something was wrong.
"These green ropes came from underground." As Lu Xiaotian hacked at the green ropes with his flying sword, he searched the surroundings with all his might for any sign of an enemy. There was little distinctive aura on the green ropes, so someone—or some demon or fiend—was certainly controlling them from behind the scenes. Yet to Lu Xiaotian's disappointment, he still had not found the other party's location. The only thing he had discovered was that these green ropes, which whipped wildly through the void, seemed to have some faint connection with both the lotus pond and the ground beneath it.
Lu Xiaotian still dared not be completely certain; everything happening before him was truly bizarre. With a thought from his divine sense, the Misty Flying Sword split into eight in the void, each one fending off the green ropes lashing toward them while trying to slash underground. The green ropes, which had initially moved with great order, suddenly went berserk.
Lu Xiaotian's eyes narrowed, and the Misty Flying Sword accelerated further. Before the green ropes could fully react, fierce sword light swept across them. Beneath the Moon Spring Lotus Pond, the water, which had been tranquil, suddenly began to churn. One or two green ropes snapped in response. The long ropes that had been dancing through the air suddenly seemed to lose their vitality and fell from the sky, while the remaining green ropes pounced over like maddened tigers.
Lu Xiaotian snorted coldly and ignored the green ropes surging toward him. So long as he severed their roots, these seemingly fierce and troublesome ropes would pose no threat. The Misty Flying Sword was perfectly suited to cutting off their foundation. Without