Luo Yu stepped forward to stand beside Luo Chuan. A fine drizzle began falling from the sky, washing away some of the filth that filled it. She spoke with a displeased expression:
"Wuxie, don't think having something wrong with your head gives you license to run wild here!
"The Nine Truths Gate discovered this grotto-heaven first. It was bad enough that Tribulation Deliverance barged in, yet you still dare act so arrogantly?"
"Arrogantly?" Wuxie tilted his head, looking utterly innocent. "Am I being arrogant? I haven't beaten you to death yet. That's already very kind and courteous of me."
Luo Chuan's face darkened. "Insolent!" he said coldly.
He abruptly waved a hand, and a pennoned spear appeared in his palm, stirring the surging Heavenly River. "Do you intend to have a bout with us here today?"
Three against one. Even if Luo Qing is merely a makeweight, the advantage is still mine.
"A bout?" Wuxie's eyes lit up. "Yes, yes!"
He reached out and closed his hand. A crimson spear emerged from the Blood Sea and fell into his grasp. Blood Radiance flowed along its shaft, and killing intent soared into the sky, as though endless sins clung to it.
Yet just as Luo Chuan and the other two focused all their attention on guarding against Wuxie, a streak of sword light suddenly slashed out of the forest!
The sword light was incomparably fierce, brimming with murderous intent as it shot straight toward Luo Qing's back. Luo Qing's expression changed sharply, and he instinctively summoned a protective curtain of water. But the sword light was too fast, too sharp. The water curtain held for only an instant before being torn apart.
"Pfft-!" Blue radiance burst forth.
Before another water curtain could rise, the sword light had already cleaved straight down,