"He's not dead? How is he not dead?"
Lu Yuanchu stared blankly at Fang Mo, who was charging through the mecha ranks. Not only was he alive, he'd even destroyed the Mechanical Empire's base.
"Senior Brother has a Dao Protector!"
Hong Qing suddenly grabbed Lu Yuanchu's arm. His hand trembled, and his eyes were full of fear and unease.
Lu Yuanchu's body stiffened. His face turned deathly pale as he stared at the figure battling the Purple Gold Sword King. "True Lord Tianluo is his Dao Protector. Why? Why is this happening? How could he possibly have a Dao Protector?"
He staggered backward, trembling. As a member of the Martial Arts Families of the Tianli Sect, he knew all too well what a Dao Protector meant.
Not just anyone qualified to have a Dao Protector, let alone one at the Spirit Roaming Realm. In the Tianli Sect, only one person was entitled to one.
The Holy Son.
The Tianli Sect hadn't had a Holy Son in thousands of years. Could Fang Mo be the Holy Son?
"The Star River Token!"
His heart clenched as he recalled the Ancestor's warning. I should have realized this sooner. How could I have forgotten?
Watching the terrified Lu Yuanchu, Mu Hanshan felt contempt rise in his heart. If only he'd thought of that before. Now he knew fear!
Looking at Qiu Shan, Hong Qing had also panicked. All the madness he'd shown earlier was gone, leaving only fear.
With a faint sigh, Mu Hanshan thought, Lu Yuanchu is finished.
Still, Lu Yuanchu had treated him well enough. Mu Hanshan reached out to steady him and sent a voice transmission. "Senior Brother, keep it together. Act as though nothing happened. From today onward, give Fang Mo your full support. No one should find out about