The other two rogue cultivators laughed as well.
A single general's success was built upon ten thousand bones; the history books had long made the price of rising above others perfectly clear.
"You can't put it that way. Every now and then, Heaven opened its eyes and made people suffer retribution."
Just as the three of them were mocking the little Daoist, a leisurely voice drifted over from behind them.
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Liu Zhu narrowed his eyes at Tang Yu, his expression turning somewhat stunned.
The smiles on the faces of the cane-wielding old man and the young man riding the ox froze as well.
That martial artist, who clearly did not possess a trace of true essence, was walking down the road.
The black aura within the formation slammed into his body, yet it did not affect him in the slightest.
What terrified them even more was—
A ten-meter-tall mech followed behind him.
Here in the north, anyone who could travel with a mech at their side—
Was either from the Heavenly Craft Sect.
Or a wealthy young master with enough family wealth to afford a Heavenly Craft Sect mech.
Whether it was the former or the latter—
Neither was someone they could afford to provoke.
"Didn't you say he was just some martial artist from the jianghu?"
The young man on the ox had already gone pale. The mech's oppressive presence was no less terrifying than that of a Nascent Soul cultivator!
And you called this a martial artist from the jianghu?
Liu Zhu did not answer his companion's question. He merely stared fixedly at Tang Yu, his fists clenched tight.
They had been on the verge of success—how could someone suddenly interfere? Could he really be this unlucky? Did this Tang fellow truly have