The moment the High Priest appeared, everything in Panshen Valley came to a halt. Everyone bowed in greeting. "Greetings, High Priest."
Lu Feng, who had been talking incessantly, also stopped. He stood frozen, because the Witch Clan member they called the High Priest was holding none other than his Rusty Sword.
"Rusty Sword!" Lu Feng shouted at once.
He could not understand it. Wasn't he the only one who could lift that sword?
How could this High Priest hold it so effortlessly?
Seeing his reaction, the High Priest smiled faintly. "It belongs to me now!"
"Bullshit! That's mine!" Enraged, Lu Feng immediately began cursing.
He was a sacrificial offering anyway. His situation could hardly get any worse.
At the same time, he kept trying to activate the Rusty Sword with his divine sense. Perhaps he could launch a surprise attack and kill the other man.
But something strange happened. The Rusty Sword was right before his eyes, yet no matter what methods he tried, he could not establish a connection with it, let alone control it through the Sword-Controlling Art.
Furious beyond measure, he cursed even more vigorously.
"Shut up! How dare you disrespect the High Priest! Kill him!" Xiang Liu stepped forward and roared.
"Kill him!" Thousands upon thousands of Witch Clan members answered immediately, their cries shaking the heavens. Lu Feng's heart trembled with fear, and he actually fell silent.
The High Priest waved a hand. "No matter!" Then he looked at Lu Feng again. "You've offered so much advice. I imagine you must be quite capable."
Lu Feng immediately sensed an opportunity and snorted. "I'm not all that impressive, but dealing with your Witch Clan would be child's play."
Escape remained a distant prospect, but getting down from this stone pillar would at least be a first