Given the relationship between Tang Changsheng and Lu Yuanzhen, there were some matters they had to avoid discussing openly, especially now that Tang Changsheng was a Direct True Disciple of the Taiyi Immortal Sword Order.
Even so, Tang Changsheng had a vague sense that Lu Yuanzhen—or rather, the Primordial Yang Church—had been planning something all along.
Tang Changsheng could not involve himself in those affairs, but he would quietly make things easier for them.
Lu Yuanzhen, for his part, would not explain things outright to Tang Changsheng, yet he had never feared Tang Changsheng finding out.
It was an unspoken understanding!
Without hesitation, Tang Changsheng recalled the Jade Ruyi and swept out Gan Jiang and Mo Ye. The twin swords blocked the assault on Sword Spirit. "Go!" he shouted.
Besieged as he was, Sword Spirit had reached the end of his strength. He did not try to put on a brave front. Without a word, he withdrew.
The sword light of Gan Jiang and Mo Ye surged, forcing the enemy back. Tang Changsheng then wheeled around and fled toward Cloudtail Mountain.
An enraged roar sounded behind him. Black qi erupted from the Underworld God's True Body like a mountain flood, and a huge intestine stretched out like a tentacle across a thousand zhang, pursuing Tang Changsheng.
Tang Changsheng sighed softly and was about to turn and defend himself. He had even resolved to use the trump card he kept at the bottom of the chest when a cold, commanding voice rang out. "True Person, fear not. I'm here to help!"
A black cloud flew in from the Wilds, blotting out the sky and sun and bringing a howling Yin Wind of death in its wake. Through the wind, Tang Changsheng could faintly make out something that seemed to be bearing