The Might of Artifacts
"Boy, where did that shield of yours come from?!" The man in the lead seemed to have guessed something, and his expression changed drastically as he questioned Luo Mu.
"That shield looks like Young Master Bai Shu's!" another man also recognized the shield in Luo Mu's hand and shouted in shock.
That was right. The shield in Luo Mu's hand was precisely what he had obtained after killing Bai Shu. The two men before him were members of the Bai Family, so it was not strange that they recognized Bai Shu's artifact. From this, Luo Mu also determined that the two of them had to be from the Bai Family.
There were only two people in the Bai Family who had grudges with Luo Mu. One was Bai Shu, who had already died by Luo Mu's hand. The other was Bai Lin, who had nearly taken his life!
If Luo Mu still could not tell at this point that these two had been sent by Bai Lin, then his brain really must have been squeezed by a door.
However, Luo Mu had no intention of wasting words with the two of them. In response to their questions, he merely gave a cold snort. After blocking their attacks, Luo Mu prepared to use another method.
The Black Shield guarded his body on its own. Luo Mu, who was extremely confident in the Black Shield, instead slapped the Storage Bag at his waist. A flash of light passed, and a miniature Long Whip floated in the air above Luo Mu's palm.
Spiritual energy poured into it, and the Long Whip swelled with the wind, instantly returning to normal size. A faint glow shimmered across the Long Whip, and the spiritual energy it emitted made solemn looks appear on