They had no idea whether the masked man was good or evil, or what he would do to them.
Pang Tianlong felt a weight settle in his heart.
Judging from the strength he had shown, the three of them had no chance of escaping if he wanted to kill them.
Only Xu Ziyi, staring at the mask on Lu Yuan's face, felt that his figure seemed strangely familiar.
The name "Qiao Feng" suddenly sprang into his mind.
His heart lurched into his throat.
Could it really be Qiao Feng?
Splash, splash—
Spattered with blood and treading through the blood-soaked ground, Lu Yuan returned with his saber. He bent down, seized Huo Jian by the throat, and lifted him up.
Huo Jian's throat rasped, and despair flashed in his eyes.
If one day the Taiping Sect could replace Great Sheng, then he would finally be able to fulfill his lofty ambitions.
But all his hopes and aspirations came to an abrupt end today.
Why?
Why?!
Huo Jian's heart brimmed with endless fury.
"Let me die knowing the truth. Who are you!?"
Seeing the mask, Huo Jian had already realized Lu Yuan wasn't from the Six Doors. Otherwise, he wouldn't need to hide his face.
"I have no obligation to let you die knowing the truth."
Lu Yuan looked at him impassively, then turned toward Pang Tianlong and the others and spoke:
"Brother Xu, long time no see."
"You really are Brother Qiao?"
Xu Ziyi was overjoyed. Looking at the bodies strewn across the ground, he sighed. "Brother Qiao, this is the second time you've saved me. I'm afraid I'll never be able to repay you in this lifetime."
Lu Yuan smiled faintly. "Then you can repay me little by little from now on."
He had stepped in partly because of his