"Is this place called the Heavenly Sect?" Wu Junshi asked.
Lu Buzheng's lips curled. "Let's go inside first. We can talk once we're in."
Wu Junshi attacked without hesitation. Give him a break—go inside? With those two enormous monsters there, how could he possibly go in? He had to return to Shenwu Continent and take that route back. No matter how difficult it was, he had to return.
Three-colored power surged toward Lu Buzheng like a horned dragon. Lu Buzheng's expression darkened. "So you're an Evil Guest. Then don't blame me for being impolite." He raised a hand and brought it down in a slap. The tremendous force not only scattered the three-colored power but sent Wu Junshi flying backward. Its terrifying strength left Wu Junshi incredulous. The three-colored power surged back at him, nearly choking him to death.
"Half-Monarch Realm?" Wu Junshi exclaimed, too stunned to attack again.
"Oh, you call the Half-Ancestor Realm the Half-Monarch Realm? Then the Ancestor Realm must be the Monarch Realm? How lofty," Lu Buzheng said.
Wu Junshi stared at Lu Buzheng. "I was just passing through. Why must you push me so hard?"
Lu Buzheng glanced at Bei Hong. "Shenwu Continent tells a different story. How do you intend to settle your account with Ming De and all those ministers?"
Wu Junshi gritted his teeth. He'd been set up. This space-time wasn't as simple as it seemed. It looked as though there wasn't a single expert here, but in truth, they'd lured him over. The despicable trash! "I can compensate you."
"Enough. No more nonsense. Dao Child is waiting for you. Don't keep him waiting until he loses patience." Lu Buzheng took one step and appeared right in front of Wu Junshi. "Or would you rather have a go at me?"
Wu Junshi