When everyone finally got a clear look at Lu Shang, they abruptly discovered a huge silvery-white horn protruding from his forehead. His pupils had turned white, and silvery-white armor covered his entire body, fitting him like a close-worn magic treasure.
Even the exposed portions of Lu Shang's skin faintly revealed something resembling scales.
Lu Shang rolled his neck, producing a series of cracks.
"What a nuisance!"
Ignoring the situation on the battlefield, Lu Shang flew toward Nangong Wan.
"Wan'er, are you all right?" Lu Shang asked softly.
Nangong Wan still had not quite recovered from her shock. Nor was she alone-all the high-ranking cultivators on the battlefield were utterly astonished.
Had they not seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that a single man could instantly slay a nascent soul late stage cultivator and a nascent soul middle stage cultivator within a few breaths, without even letting their nascent souls escape.
When Nangong Wan said nothing, Lu Shang dismissed his frost armor and returned to his original appearance.
Then he swept her with his divine sense.
"It's nothing serious."
Lu Shang took out a bottle of medicinal pills and handed it to Nangong Wan.
"These pills will help you recover. Withdraw for now and leave the border situation to me."
"But..."
Nangong Wan wanted to say more, but remembering how easily Lu Shang had just killed two Nascent Soul Cultivators, including one at the nascent soul late stage, she swallowed everything she had intended to say.
"All right. I'll head back to recover. Be careful."
With that, Nangong Wan gave Lu Shang another look before turning into a streak of light.
Lu Shang then turned his gaze back toward the battlefield.
"What a nuisance!"
After what Lu Shang had just done, no one dared make