Lu Chang'an fought two opponents alone with his Third Realm Peak body, likewise beset by peril.
He lacked Han Yu's physique, which could withstand flying swords head-on, and could only dodge in disarray with footwork honed between life and death.
A flying sword skimmed his scalp, taking a bloody patch of it with it.
Several Blazing Fire Talismans exploded beside him. Crimson flames instantly ignited his back, charring broad patches of flesh and giving off a foul, scorched stench.
Lu Chang'an grunted and rolled repeatedly through the muddy spirit soil. At the cost of taking two wind blades into his body and letting two ribs be severed, he finally closed in on one of the cultivators holding talismans.
His iron hammer rose high and smashed straight down on the man's head without a single fancy move.
Boom!
The Third Realm cultivator's skull caved in and shattered beneath the hammer, splashing red and white matter across Lu Chang'an's face.
The other young cultivator was scared out of his wits at the sight.
Looking at Lu Chang'an, charred all over and covered in blood yet with ice-cold eyes, he lost every shred of his fighting spirit.
Without even taking the time to retrieve his flying sword, he let out a terrified scream, turned, and fled into the depths of the wasteland.
Lu Chang'an did not pursue him.
He sank to one knee, panting heavily as black-red clotted blood kept spilling from the corners of his mouth.
Deathly silence returned to the ruined herb garden.
With her hands behind her back, Su Yueli slowly walked forward from behind them.
From the beginning of the battle to its end, she had not lifted a finger, merely watching everything with an indifferent expression.
Han Yu reached up and gripped the hilt of the flying sword