Heaven-Refining Tribulation Hand: The Master Falls, A Question for an Immortal, Until We Meet Again!

The Master's aura was deep as an abyss and heavy as a prison, leaving everyone present struggling to breathe.

The carriage behind him had been crushed to splinters. Its chestnut horse lay in a pool of blood, flattened beneath the pressure of his aura.

The Demon Master gritted his teeth and struggled to hold on. Demonic qi and blood seeped from his features, making him look terrifying.

Master Lotus Pond's cultivation had fallen below the eighth realm. His face was ashen, his breath faint; like a candle in the wind, he might go out at any moment.

One of the First Gentleman's arms had burst apart, and both legs were gone. With only his upper body and left arm remaining, he lay prone on the ground, barely able to move.

Only Lu Hua had escaped that plight. When Lu Chen's projection appeared, she removed her white gauze hat, revealing a face of peerless beauty.

Her long black hair streamed behind her, her skin was white as jade, and her eyes were clear as autumn waters. She looked like an immortal stepped out of a painting, though the two faint dimples in her cheeks lent her a touch of youth and charm.

The Three Truths Myriad Methods in Lu Hua's hand had begun to glow with a firefly's light the moment Lu Chen appeared. It shielded her, sparing her the sorry state of the Demon Master and the others.

The Master's gaze turned cold as he looked at Lu Chen.

"Though you have crossed three thousand years, I fear not even a tenth of your strength remains!"

Lu Chen's projection gave a slight nod. His voice was distant and calm. "True. The price is far too great."

"Fortunately, this age is far from peaceful. My name still carries weight, and I