The battle had come without warning. Lu Ye did not even know who his opponents were, but the moment he charged out alongside Big Tiger, the outcome of this conflict had been set: either they died, or he did!
There was no reasoning to be had in the Cultivation World. Cultivation level was reason itself. As a Spirit Stream Second Layer, trying to reason with them was bound to fail; he might even get himself killed.
After making his move, he had consecutively slain two of them. There was now no room for reconciliation between them.
Although that senior brother was willing to swear a Heaven's Mystery Oath that he would let the matter rest if Lu Ye released the young master, that was merely his own oath!
The one Lu Ye had captured was the young master of a sect. After suffering such a tremendous loss, how could someone like that simply let it go? Even if Lu Ye forced him to swear a Heaven's Mystery Oath, there was still an entire sect behind him! The others would not be bound by the Heaven's Mystery Oath.
In the end, the most likely outcome would be Lu Ye being hunted down by an entire sect.
There was only one way to avoid that outcome.
Leave none alive. Kill them all!
Of the four cultivators, two were dead and one heavily injured. The young master's neck had been sliced open by the long saber, blood gushing out like a spring. He raised a hand to cover the wound at his neck, but it did little good.
Just as that senior brother's roar fell, Lu Ye kicked the young master squarely in the back, sending him flying toward Zhang Wu.
"Save me!" the young master screamed wildly in midair, flailing his limbs.