"Give me your names, or you'll meet the same end."
Lu Shang paid no mind to the scene and simply began questioning the other two Core Formation cultivators.
"Brother Lu, what is this?"
At her words, Lu Shang gestured for her not to ask any more questions.
"Ha! You must be joking, Senior. Elder Fu merely approached the three ladies, and you killed him outright, even leaving his blood behind. Now you expect us to believe you'll let us go if we tell you where we're from?" said a middle-aged male cultivator, holding a sword in one hand and bracing himself against the ground with the other.
Lu Shang remained silent and merely raised his hand slightly. "Looks like I killed the right man, then. His surname really was Fu. And you seem to know him quite well!"
With a sharp whistle, a streak of blood-red light instantly severed his left arm!
The cultivator's expression changed at once. His face turned deathly pale, and he groaned softly in agony.
"Answer, or die!" Lu Shang said coolly, his aura surging as he stopped concealing his demonic qi.
"Song Yu, Falling Cloud Sect!"
At this, Lu Shang looked at the woman beside him.
She was clearly struggling to withstand Lu Shang's spiritual pressure. Blood had rushed to her face, turning it red.
Lu Shang withdrew the spiritual pressure bearing down on her.
"Falling Cloud Sect?" Lu Shang said softly.
Then he turned to the other cultivator.
"If you still intend to hold out, I can send you on your way."
With that, Lu Shang raised his hand to kill him.
At death's door, the cultivator decided to gamble. After all, Lu Shang had not killed Song Yu of the Falling Cloud Sect after she gave her name and affiliation.
"I'll talk!"
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