The Ghost Cultivator had died too quickly—so quickly that his two companions had not even had time to lend aid. That was not to say the Ghost Cultivator had truly been so weak and helpless. Among the cultivators able to take part in this grand event, who could possibly be weak?
It was only because Lu Ye had seized the timing with such exquisite precision. His counterattack had come almost at the very instant the Ghost Cultivator struck with all his strength.
To achieve a one-hit kill, every Ghost Cultivator would erupt with all their power the instant they made their move. That moment was also when their defenses were at their weakest.
The chance vanished in a flash, yet Lu Ye had seized it without the slightest error. With almost no defense, how could the Ghost Cultivator possibly have survived Crag Mountain Saber's slash?
Not everyone possessed such reactions. They required combat experience tempered through battle after battle between life and death.
He looked calmly at the female cultivator, his eyes silent, as though he were looking at a dead woman.
The female cultivator's scalp prickled, and stabbing pain coursed across her skin. It was her body's instinctive reaction when her sense of danger had reached its limit. She, too, was battle-hardened. How could she not know what this meant?
Before Lu Ye could make another move, she decisively fled backward, shouting, "Zhu Kou, I'm not getting involved in your mess anymore!"
Though those words seemed to be directed at her companion, they were actually for Lu Ye's ears, meant to declare her position. Even so, she did not dare relax her vigilance, afraid Lu Ye would pursue her with his saber. Fortunately for her, the Weapon Cultivator across from her merely watched her indifferently, showing no intention of