Please, Fellow Daoist, Join the Ranks!

After Wei Hu fled, the blinding radiance of that white Great Sun drew inward, turning into a human figure that appeared and stood in midair.

At that moment, clad in Dragon Horse Armor, he was as powerful as a white dragon reincarnated. The white cloak behind him snapped in the wind as he cast an indifferent gaze toward Wei Hu.

Suddenly, Wei Hu froze.

Because he saw Lu Chuan looking at him, his expression calm, neither sorrowful nor joyful. Lu Chuan slowly raised both hands, cupped them, and gave him a solemn bow.

"Fellow Daoist, you have been defeated. Please place yourself on the list!"

"You..."

Wei Hu, who had still been wondering why Lu Chuan had suddenly given him such a grand salute, was so enraged by those words that his vision went black on the spot. "You go too far in bullying others."

In all the years he had lived, he had never seen someone say to another person like this: Go kill yourself!

Buzz!

His arms began to glow. One rune after another appeared and roamed across them, and blood essence surfaced, swiftly repairing his damaged arms.

He was a True Immortal. Not only was his vitality many times beyond that of humans, his fleshly body had also been cultivated into an Immortal Body, no longer the mortal flesh and bones of ordinary people.

One could see viscous blood appearing, flesh and skin shining as they began to recover bit by bit.

"Why is it so slow?"

But Wei Hu frowned, then abruptly lowered his head to look at his mangled arms, and his expression changed.

The wounds still carried a tyrannical fist force that prevented them from healing, greatly reducing the speed at which his injuries recovered.

Lu Chuan frowned slightly, but still said, "Please place