Fortunately, Li Baxian had already made an agreement with Yan Xing to calm him down: once this matter was over, he would give him a chance to settle their grievances!
That was also why Yan Xing could sit here so steadily.
The gazes of the many Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators carried both mockery and a hint of fervor. That Tier Five standing atop Golden Light Peak was a living treasury!
As long as they could kill him, the rewards they received would be inexhaustible.
Almost the moment Lu Ye shouted those words, a burly man leaped out. "I'll do it!"
Though this fellow was only Tier Five, one look showed he was a Body Cultivator. Relying on his thick skin and tough flesh, he wanted to test Lu Ye's abilities. At the same time, he harbored a fluke of hope—if he managed to kill Lu Ye, he would become rich overnight!
"Crimson Blood Sect, Lu Ye!" Lu Ye announced.
"White Wolf City, Shi Lei!" After saying that, he reached into his Storage Bag, intending to take out his defensive Spiritual Artifact. With a defensive Spiritual Artifact, he would stand undefeated. Yet just as his hand entered the Storage Bag, his expression changed drastically. Lu Ye was already charging at him at astonishing speed.
In just a few strides, Lu Ye had rushed before him. The Body Cultivator named Shi Lei had only just drawn out his defensive Spiritual Artifact, a small shield-shaped artifact. He hurriedly retreated while channeling Spiritual Power into it.
The long saber left its sheath, crimson Spiritual Power clinging to its blade. A flash of light streaked past.
Shi Lei stood rooted in place, staring at Lu Ye in terror. A line of blood appeared across his throat, swiftly widening. Then a fountain of blood erupted, and