Yun Qingyue said, "Though there is still time before the ten-day deadline, the negotiations have yet to reach a conclusion. We need to leave enough time for the major sects to prepare, so we must hurry."
As she spoke, she not only did not slow down, but accelerated instead. Wu Jun could only follow helplessly.
They sped onward, and Heavenly Sword Peak gradually came into view in the distance.
Wu Jun suddenly said, "We could try sending Ghost Cultivators to assassinate him. If we can kill him, all our troubles will be solved."
"But what if they fail?"
If they failed, they would only utterly enrage Lu Yiye. What consequences that might bring would be impossible to predict.
It was not that the Divine Sea Realm cultivators had not considered sending highly accomplished Ghost Cultivators in. But the risk was too great. Leaving aside anything else, Lu Yiye himself was proficient in Formation Dao. Even if he remained atop Heavenly Sword Peak, he would surely have set up Warning Arrays around himself. The Ghost Cultivators might not be able to sneak safely to his side.
Once he discovered their traces, with his Overlord-level strength, the Ghost Cultivators would surely come to no good end.
It was precisely because of such concerns that Myriad Demon Ridge had not dared to act rashly, instead sending Wu Jun and Yun Qingyue to negotiate.
When they arrived above Heavenly Sword Peak, a sweep of their eyes revealed the lone figure seated atop the Spirit Peak.
"Over there." Yun Qingyue steered her flying artifact downward, with Wu Jun close behind.
A moment later, the two landed thirty meters before Lu Ye.
When they looked closely, both were secretly startled. There was no trace whatsoever of Purple Thunder coiling around Lu Ye's body.
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