The Undead Ghost Monk and the others were equally shocked and enraged. They had just killed the Azure Tri-Wolves and were riding high, never expecting someone to suddenly appear from nowhere—and that person was a Divine Lord Realm second-stage martial artist.
"Are you saying you're allowed to rob other people, but they're not allowed to rob you?"
Lu Ren sneered coldly.
At this moment, he did his utmost to conceal the aura of his cultivation method. Combined with the fact that he had advanced to the Divine Lord Realm second stage, the eight members of the Ten Undead Thieves found it difficult to discern his identity as long as he did not make a move.
After all, advancing from the Divine Lord Realm first stage to the second stage in just over ten days was a cultivation speed beyond their imagination.
"You can certainly rob us, but there's one prerequisite: your strength must surpass ours!"
The Undead Ghost Monk walked step by step toward Lu Ren. The aura of a Divine Lord Realm sixth-stage expert erupted and bore down upon him.
Feeling the overwhelming aura surging toward him, Lu Ren's face was filled with disdain. Now that he had entered the Divine Lord Realm second stage and had just cultivated two of the Thirteen Forms of the Great Tomb, he had no fear of the Undead Ghost Monk at all.
Whoosh!
Lu Ren said nothing. His body moved, and three million two hundred thousand great tombs trembled. A suppressive divine power rose up as he struck toward the Undead Ghost Monk with a vicious palm.
Great Tomb Burying Heaven Palm!
Boom!
Lu Ren's palm was incredibly fast. Ordinary Divine Lord Realm fourth- or fifth-stage martial artists might not even have been able to react.
"Courting death!"
The Undead Ghost Monk