Lu Mingzhe struggled to toss two healing pills into his mouth, then staggered to his feet and limped away. The look in his eyes as he watched Xiao Yan was as though he had seen a ghost.
He could have rested on the ground for a while and left once his injuries had improved, but he did not want to spend another moment near Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan was clearly only a six-star Dou Emperor, even weaker than himself, yet he had slaughtered the geniuses of two great sects as easily as chopping vegetables. That bloody Crimson Lotus Karma Flame would likely become Lu Mingzhe's nightmare. So many Mystic Pattern Sect experts had been burned to nothing by a casual wave of Xiao Yan's hand.
What kind of monster is this? Brother Zhi will have to deal with him.
Bitterness filled Lu Mingzhe's mouth. Not long ago, he had confidently intended to intercept and kill Xiao Yan to report back to Lu Zhi. Now, it seemed that if Xiao Yan had not deliberately held back, he would certainly have died by Xiao Yan's hand.
However, before Lu Mingzhe had gone far, he ran into a sizable group charging in this direction. The man at the front was dressed like a refined young nobleman and idly toyed with a folding fan. It was Xu Yingwu of the Echo Sect, whom Xiao Yan had not seen in a long time.
Lu Mingzhe was startled. He had clearly not expected to encounter Xu Yingwu; the relationship between the Echo Sect and the Mystic Pattern Sect could hardly be called good.
The people Xu Yingwu had brought also stopped upon seeing Lu Mingzhe. Xu Yingwu stared for a moment before saying, "Lu Mingzhe, how did you end up in such a sorry state?"
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