"It's all Kui Shuyue's fault for delaying our chance to strike. When we get back, I'll report him to the Great Shaman and make him pay for it."
Lu Ji said this, but his body remained taut, unwilling to relax even a fraction. With such a deadly fiend watching him, even the other party's utter stillness made his skin crawl.
He did have a protective treasure in hand, but the sight of all nine of his subordinates dying in an instant had left him quaking inside.
Xinlian saw that he was putting on a brave front but did not expose him. She merely formed a Guiding Incantation in secret, waiting with a frown for the Monk Soldiers and that unreliable Third Prince to come to their aid.
"Young Lord Lu, the men below have lost their nerve and cannot hold out any longer. Don't make things harder for them. Recall them first."
Xinlian's suggestion immediately appealed to Lu Ji, but he still dared not make any large movements, afraid the youth below would leap up and cut him down at the slightest disagreement.
So Lu Ji coughed twice, nodded, and said slowly:
"Yes... quite right. I was just about to recall them."
Apricot blossoms danced through the air, leaves falling and flowers breaking.
Jiang Yang stood motionless, his bright eyes fixed on the mountaintop, yet he made no move.
That sword strike had looked effortless, but it had been anything but simple. He had not only used his innate talent, but also poured more than half his Broadwood true essence into the sword, only then managing to take their heads with a single strike.
Had he not cultivated the Scarlet Palace Heart Mansion Meridian-Pulsing Canon Bai Tang had taught him, mobilizing such an enormous amount of true essence would surely