No Enemy Can Withstand a Single Blow

Though his tone was light, everyone present was a Cloud River Realm cultivator, with exceptional hearing and eyesight—how could they not hear him clearly? For a moment, all of them were indignant.

But angry as they were, they also knew that what Lu Ye had said was not wrong.

After all, they did not come from the same sect, and their relationships were not that close. Though they had attacked Lu Ye together, each of them had harbored their own little schemes, with little planning and no unified command.

It was precisely because of this that Lu Ye had managed to escape alive time and again while being hunted.

So despite feeling uncomfortable inside, no one refuted anything.

What they could now confirm was that there was no ambush here. As for the Formation that Lu Yiye relied on the most... he probably had not had time to set one up.

Then what was the support behind the other party's calm composure? A trace of doubt and alarm inevitably rose in the hearts of the group.

The scene suddenly became somewhat strange. It was clearly the numerous Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators who had chased out, while Lu Ye was alone, yet at this moment, the Myriad Demon Ridge side, which had the advantage in numbers, was instead hesitating uncertainly, as if the one holding the upper hand here was Lu Ye.

"Not making a move?" Lu Ye asked softly.

No one answered. Only the gale howled past, and the atmosphere was filled with killing intent.

Lu Ye took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling visibly. His figure sank slightly, his feet shifted apart, and he raised a hand to press it against the hilt of the Crag Mountain Saber at his waist.

His eyes lowered, and the black