"Lu Chen, you little bastard, today is the day you die!" the Ye Family swordsman roared, his eyes brimming with venomous hatred. "You killed the Ye Family's young master and destroyed the Ye Family's foundations—this hatred cannot exist beneath the same sky!"
"Hehehe... The Venerable has given the order: take your divine soul, refine it into a soul lamp, and make you suffer punishment for all eternity!" The undead cultivator let out a piercing cackle. With a sweep of his bone staff, a sinister wind surged up around them, and the temperature plummeted.
Li Tianfeng said nothing. He merely slowly drew the Blood Wolf Godslayer Blade from his waist. The instant the blade left its sheath, a fierce, baleful blood aura shot into the heavens, as though countless starving wolves were howling beside their ears, chilling their souls. He licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust and greed, as if Lu Chen were already his prey.
Under the aura-lock of three Supernatural Power realm experts, the carriage cabin let out a groan of unbearable strain.
"Brother Lu..." Yun Qingyue's face turned pale as she gripped Lu Chen's hand tightly.
The enemy lineup was far too powerful!
Three Supernatural Power realm experts—and Li Tianfeng was even a notorious peak mid-stage Supernatural Power cultivator!
Lu Chen gently patted the back of her hand, but his gaze was terrifyingly calm.
"So they came after all... The second wave of the Dragon-Severing Plan truly couldn't wait." His voice was even, without the slightest trace of panic. "Qingyue, stay close to me later. Don't make a move; protect yourself. Wang Meng, drive straight through!"
"Yes, my lord!" Though the coachman Wang Meng was only at the early Xiantian stage, he showed no fear. He viciously cracked the whip and drove the carriage straight toward