Longevity Mountain, within the Spirit Mountain camp.
Wutian's mood had sunk to its lowest point.
He had summoned Lu Chuan here to lay his cards on the table with this traitor. He had no intention of playing along with this boy anymore; if they kept playing, there would be no meaning in it.
But who could have known that before he even opened his mouth, his lifebound supreme treasure, the Primordial Spirit Black Lotus, would be shattered by the Peacock Wisdom King and Yang Jian, dragging him down with it and leaving him gravely wounded as well.
"This Seat is fine."
Wutian raised a hand and wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth, speaking as if nothing had happened.
If the last time in the Reincarnation Tunnel he had been putting on an act, then at this moment the false had become true.
Fortunately, he had not laid his cards on the table just now. This boy did not know that he had actually already been exposed.
Now that he was badly injured, he had to first steady this fellow.
Wutian said, "You may withdraw first!"
"Yes!" Lu Chuan said.
Wutian let out a breath of relief. Thank goodness, thank goodness. His lingering authority was enough to cow this boy.
As long as he was given even a brief moment to catch his breath, this traitor would not be worth worrying about.
Just as Wutian was thinking, all of a sudden, his pupils shrank. He saw Lu Chuan walking toward the five Sarira scattered on the ground and reaching out his hand.
"What are you doing?" Wutian said in a deep voice.
As long as he did not show it, then he would be enough to intimidate this boy.
To tell the truth, the injuries he had