Lu Ya Loses His Cool: Why Is It Always Lin Yuan?

Lu Ya did not immediately bring out the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife this time.

The Treasure-Dropping Coin hovered above Lin Yuan's palm.

That exchange just now had already proved it.

This copper coin might not be able to directly take away the Immortal-Slaying Gourd.

But disrupting its lock-on was entirely possible.

The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife's greatest advantages were speed, precision, and lethality.

White light locked onto the Primordial Spirit.

With a single "Please turn around, treasure," a head would fall to the ground.

Now, the element of "precision" had been forcibly crippled.

Its threat immediately dropped by a large margin.

Lu Ya could certainly keep trying.

The problem was that Yu Yuan had already regained his freedom.

And beside him stood Lin Yuan and three Interception Sect disciples.

Expecting Yu Yuan to obediently remain in place and wait to be beheaded again was nothing but a dream.

"Lin Yuan."

Lu Ya looked at him.

"You intervened in Zhao Gongming's matter."

"This Daoist accepts that."

"But how deep is your connection with Yu Yuan?"

Lin Yuan controlled the Treasure-Dropping Coin while leading the others backward.

Hearing that, even he found it strange.

"Senior."

"Are the words 'fellow disciples of the Interception Sect' not enough?"

"There are countless disciples from the sects of the Primordial World."

"I cannot concern myself with everyone else."

Lin Yuan smiled. "But if I encounter them, I will."

Lu Ya frowned more deeply. "Must you insist on opposing this Daoist?"

"That is a rather strange way to put it."

Lin Yuan glanced at Yu Yuan.

"You previously used the Nail-Head Seven-Arrows Book to worship Zhao Martial Uncle, and today you used the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife against Fellow Daoist Yu Yuan."

"You specifically target my fellow disciples."

"And you still need to ask why I am stopping you?"

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