Bound by the rules out in the open, Yuan Du could not make a move against Lu Ye himself. But secretly hiring someone to assassinate him was another matter entirely. Once Lu Ye was dead, there would be no evidence left behind. Even if others harbored suspicions, they would have no proof.
Any other Moonlight Realm Early Stage cultivator would have died by now. But Lu Ye's foundations were ultimately beyond those of an ordinary Moonlight Realm Early Stage cultivator. Thus, although the Shadow Race's ambush had been exceptionally ingenious, Lu Ye had still escaped disaster.
Lu Ye did not retaliate immediately. If the Shadow Race cultivator wanted to flee, Lu Ye would not be able to catch him. Yet judging by his current state, he had no intention of leaving. He was clearly determined to kill Lu Ye here.
That suited Lu Ye perfectly. He had truly feared that the other party would flee a thousand miles away after failing in a single strike.
The Shadow Race cultivator did not answer Lu Ye's question. He was still clutching something in his hand—Lu Ye's right arm. Under normal circumstances, he would not have held onto a severed arm, but he clearly knew that Lu Ye was a Weapon Cultivator. Severing the arm Lu Ye used to wield his saber would undoubtedly greatly hinder his ability to display his strength.
That would make it easier for him to root out the problem completely.
The dim shadow wriggled slightly. The severed arm suddenly shattered, and the Shadow Race cultivator prepared to launch another assassination strike. This time, he had decided not to give Lu Ye any chance to resist.
Yet at the very moment he crushed that severed arm, an extremely ominous feeling suddenly coiled around his heart. The sensation was incomparably