"Move!"
Lu Ren had no intention of dragging out the fight. He activated his Purgatory Wings and sped into the distance, ready to escape.
The longer he fought, the worse his position would become.
If he could slip into the crowds on the streets, he could get away in one piece even if his identity was exposed.
Besides, the Ten Undead Thieves probably would not reveal who he was while they were trying to capture him.
"You're not getting away!"
The black-robed monk and three other experts at the fifth level of the Divine Lord realm pursued him from four directions, each casting an ordinary divine technique as they flew.
A black lotus formed in the monk's palm. Its countless dark petals unfurled, shuttled through the void, and bombarded Lu Ren.
The other three fifth-level Divine Lords unleashed divine techniques of the Fire Attribute, lightning attribute, and frost attribute.
"Damn it!"
Lu Ren frowned. He released the Void of Destiny Sword Soul from between his brows in full and swept it outward.
A Battle Soul was another form of power, but it differed from a bloodline. Bloodlines were innate, as were the meridians awakened through them. A person's potential was fixed once his bloodline awakened.
A Battle Soul was different. It could be cultivated and strengthened through effort.
Lu Ren had cultivated his Void of Destiny Sword Soul to the silver grade. Its unleashed power already surpassed that of some Transcendent Divine Techniques.
Boom!
The sword soul swept into the divine techniques converging from every side. The techniques shattered, dissolving into waves of exotic five elements energy, while the sword soul broke apart as well.
With his silver-grade sword soul and astonishing sword force, Lu Ren was already fearsome. Yet his cultivation was still four or five levels below theirs.