"Enough nonsense! Either hand over the Heavenly South like good little children, or let our strength do the talking!"
By then, the two armies stood facing each other, the cultivators of the Heavenly South and Munan bristling with aggression.
"The battle hasn't even begun, yet you're already spouting wild boasts, Fellow Daoist Zhu. Aren't you a little impatient?"
"Hmph!" Shaman Zhu snorted, his expression turning vicious.
"Aren't you people of the Heavenly South doing the same?"
"Since we can't reach an agreement, there's no point wasting any more words."
As agreed, they were to hold a contest involving ten Nascent Soul Cultivators, but just as it was about to begin, the Heavenly South side found itself in a difficult position.
They had settled everything beforehand, but now one person was missing.
It was none other than Lu Shang.
"Fellow Daoist Wei, has Fellow Daoist Lu still not arrived? Of the three of us, you seem to have the closest ties to him. If even you don't know where he is, I'm afraid we'll have to find someone else to take his place."
Hearing this, Wei Wuya was momentarily baffled. Lu Shang had never seemed particularly inclined to keep his word, but as a dignified cultivator at the nascent soul middle stage, he hardly needed to behave like this.
He had shown no fear even when facing Old Demon Hehuan. His failure to appear now was rather strange.
Wei Wuya glanced toward the Heavenly South, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Ah! There's nothing for it. We'll have to get someone else to replace Lu Shang."
"I knew there was something wrong with him. If you ask me, that brat might well be a spy from Mulan. He took our treasures and ran off without a trace," Old Demon Hehuan said,