"Submit, or die."
Lu Wu-bing slowly stepped forward, faint blue-violet halos revolving around him.
Sword lights slashed and stabbed at him from every direction, but when they struck the halos, they merely stirred scattered sparks. They could not break through at all.
Under the rebound of that overwhelming force,
the Zhen Wu disciples attacking Lu Wu-bing were all hurled backward, their tendons snapped and bones shattered as they spat blood and flew away.
By now, Lu Wu-bing no longer cared much whether his Hunyuan true qi trump card was exposed.
In truth, he had never even deigned to conceal the secret of his peerless physique and inexhaustible vitality.
Ever since he had beheaded Golden Sun King Yuwen Chui beneath Weijing City, wiped out a hundred thousand barbarian soldiers, then turned around and subdued Great Brahma Temple with a single blow,
his reputation, cultivation, and battle prowess could no longer be hidden from anyone.
In unknown corners of the world,
Lu Wu-bing could imagine countless great experts constantly studying his past, his life, what he cultivated, what he had learned, and every skill he possessed...
Most of these Zhen Wu Sword Sect disciples and elders before him, burning with rage and fighting desperately for their lives, actually knew as much.
It was merely because of certain special reasons.
Some people were pretending to be confused while fully aware of the truth.
Like this middle-aged man in his forties standing before him, whose eyes faintly gleamed purple and whose swordsmanship was fierce...
The sword he thrust out seemed to shake the void itself, making one's mind waver.
He was not so simple.
"My True Martial Sect has only disciples who die in battle—never disciples who submit!"
The middle-aged Daoist roared. His sword performed the True Martial Demon Subduing Sword Art, drawing in