Zhang Taixu
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"Now that you know my identity, you still attacked me. That means you've shown contempt for the Alchemy Pavilion of Guiling Immortal Realm. Never mind crippling your cultivation—I doubt anyone would dare object if I sent you back to spend a few hundred years in seclusion healing your injuries."
Lu Xiaotian spoke unhurriedly. At the same time, the Five-Thunder Arrows crisscrossed through the void, sealing off the surrounding space airtight. As long as he moved his divine sense, another round of attacks would soon descend upon Zhou Yu like a raging storm.
Zhou Yu's expression shifted slightly. He knew perfectly well that Lu Xiaotian had the ability to do this. It wasn't that he cared all that much about himself; he knew his opponent wouldn't dare truly take his life. But being sent back to heal for several hundred years would delay his affairs, wouldn't it? Besides, Zhang Taixu was here and certainly wouldn't stand by while his opponent injured him. If a fight broke out and Zhang Taixu got dragged into it, Zhou Yu would feel even more guilty.
"What? Old Zhou, that's where you're in the wrong." Zhang Taixu wore a sternly righteous expression. "The duty of us Dragon-Seeking Envoys is to seek out dragon clans that refuse the Heavenly Court's control. How could we attack Deputy Pavilion Master Dongfang?"
"Deputy Pavilion Master Dongfang, are you hurt?"
"Enough. Don't put on that fake concern here. Do I look like he could hurt me? Here's the deal: five hundred thousand low-grade immortal crystals, and we'll let this matter go for now. If you don't have them, get ready to go back and spend a few hundred years healing." Lu Xiaotian laughed at Zhang Taixu's blatant nonsense.