With that judgment in mind, Lu Ye naturally set his sights on the burly man at once.
Without hesitation, he lunged forward and charged into that battle.
At the sight, the burly man's expression immediately turned grave. His opponent, meanwhile, changed color and cried out, "Fellow Daoist Lu, be careful!"
He secretly wondered why a Fusion Dao cultivator was not properly killing enemies on the nearby battlefield and had instead come here to meddle in the Hedao cultivators' fight.
Lu Ye paid him no heed. He brazenly charged into the fray and, while the burly man was entangled with his opponent, brought his blade down in a heavy slash.
The burly man did not know Lu Ye's background and naturally did not dare lower his guard. A burst of blood-red light erupted from his body as though he had activated some Secret Technique. The Dao Power around him surged even more fiercely as he raised his short staff to meet the blow.
Yet his face was still filled with alarm, because his reaction had ultimately been a fraction too slow. Had the Weapon Cultivator swinging the blade changed his move even slightly, he would not have been able to block this strike.
But to his surprise, the Weapon Cultivator who had suddenly entered the battle had no intention of changing his move. That pitch-black longsword simply chopped straight down, rigid and direct to the extreme.
In that instant of collision, Lu Ye frowned.
At the same time, Fang's voice rang in his ear. "Not him!"
As long as Fang could make contact with it, it could determine with precision whether something was a Sub-Treasure. Sub-Treasures were nurtured by Supreme Treasures and possessed a trace of their mystery. That trace of mystery was what Fang sought to devour.
Lu Ye rolled