"You shouldn't have meddled in this matter," Lu Changgen said hoarsely.
"Why shouldn't I?" Ji Ruobing replied blandly.
"Because it's you? Lu Changgen, you think far too highly of yourself."
"I hadn't wanted to do this, but because of your interference, they all have to die." The sword in Lu Changgen's hand trembled.
He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, as though he had thought of something exciting.
At this moment, Xu Zimo also walked out of the shop.
He glanced at Lu Changgen, slightly surprised.
The two had met before.
On his way to the Heavenly Martial Convention, he and Monk Dazhi had once seen a young man battling the Undead Race.
That young man possessed the Undying Body, one of the Hundred Great Bodies.
And judging from the techniques he used, Monk Dazhi had inferred that he was a disciple of the Slaughter Immortal Sect.
Who would have thought they would meet again in such a manner?
However, Xu Zimo felt that the other party had probably forgotten him already.
After all, they had met only once and had barely interacted.
"Young Master Xu," Fan Luoyu greeted from the side.
Xu Zimo nodded slightly, yawned, and said, "What's going on today?
The streets are so deserted. They're not lively like usual at all."
Fan Luoyu gently tugged at Xu Zimo's sleeve and said, "That guy up ahead is Lu Changgen."
"I know." Xu Zimo nodded, looked at Ji Ruobing, and asked, "Can you defeat him?"
"Fifty-fifty," Ji Ruobing replied calmly.
Like his elder brother Lu Changhen, Lu Changgen was a peerless prodigy, one in ten thousand.
If his killing intent had not been so heavy, he might even have had a place in the contest for the position of Holy Son.
"Then I'll leave him to