"You..."
Yue Wangchuan's eyes instantly turned bloodshot with fury. His true energy surged, and he was about to attack.
But the moment his true essence stirred, his chest tightened. His body swayed, his breathing grew ragged, and the hand gripping his sword sank.
"Damn it, my injuries are too severe!"
He gritted his teeth. Fang Mo had just shattered his sword stance with a single move, injuring his soul; the backlash from his reversed true essence had also damaged his meridians.
Lu Yuanchu was no weaker than him, and he had plenty of treasures on him. Without going all out, it would be hard to take him down.
For a moment, Yue Wangchuan hesitated. Should he attack or hold back?
He had promised Fang Mo he would help, but several True Men stood behind Lu Yuanchu. Though they said nothing, their auras had already locked onto him. The moment he made a move, he would likely be met with an attack.
"I..." Yue Wangchuan's blood surged, and his hand abruptly clenched around his sword hilt.
"Senior Brother Yue, you mustn't!" The three True Men who had hurried over with him hastily held him back and shook their heads. "Senior Brother, stay calm. Lu Yuanchu came prepared. They can form the Seven Kills Sword Formation. The four of us together wouldn't be able to stop them!"
Yue Wangchuan hesitated, his expression turning grave.
Lu Yuanchu gave him a cool glance, then turned and walked toward Fang Mo. The six True Men behind him followed, their faintly stirring auras bearing down like dark clouds covering the sky.
The atmosphere grew unbearably tense.
Fang Mo was strong, but including him, they had only four True Men. Yue Wangchuan and the others had chosen to back down and didn't seem likely to get involved.