He froze for only an instant before goosebumps swept over his entire body.
Clutching the ribs on the right side of his chest, Luo Bin lunged away and hit the ground hard. He should have rolled forward, but instead, he planted his hands and feet against the ground and pushed himself left!
With a dull thud, a sword buried itself where he had just been standing.
Another sword pierced the spot where he should have rolled forward to break his fall!
His opponent had not merely attacked his original position, but predicted where he would move!
With the Gray Immortal possessing him, Luo Bin could still adjust his movements even when his body was thrown off balance.
His instincts told him to go right, but he went left.
Then, when he should have gone right again, he did just that instead of going left.
As he rapidly shifted his position, muffled thuds sounded incessantly beside his ears.
Fourth Master Gray did not utter a single squeak. Every hair on his body stood on end, and his rat eyes turned red!
At last, the sound stopped.
Luo Bin abruptly halted, turned around, and looked toward the source of the flying swords.
Some twenty or thirty meters away, an old man stood beside a cave. He wore a purple robe and looked utterly withered. His waist was bare, and the rest of him looked just as empty, as though he had exhausted all his ritual artifacts.
In the brief time Luo Bin had spent dodging, at least a dozen bronze swords had lodged in the ground.
Sweat trickled down his temples.
But Luo Bin's heart sank to rock bottom!
He had actually encountered a Taoist from the Weilu Sect here?
And... a True Cultivator at that?
*Was this man guarding the tombs