"No... no... Master, you'll be fine. I'll heal you, I definitely will..."
Lu Ren shook his head desperately, tears pouring down like floodwaters bursting through a broken dam.
Only at this moment did he understand Mu Feiyin's intentions. Mu Feiyin had destroyed the Jiang family merely to find a divine artifact for escape.
With that divine artifact, even if they exposed their identities while taking the sword from the Myriad Sword Divine Sect, Mu Feiyin could still bring him away.
Yet despite all their calculations, they had not accounted for Han Taiji appearing.
"It's useless. Those few strikes from Han Taiji not only destroyed my divine body, but also severely wounded my divine soul!"
Lying in Lu Ren's arms, Mu Feiyin shook her head and reached out to wipe away his tears. "A man does not shed tears lightly. Leave quickly. Han Taiji may very well follow my aura here and pursue us!"
"Master..."
Lu Ren wept bitterly, unwilling to leave.
"Go! Do you want my sacrifice to be in vain? Run! Go to the Divine Ruins Battlefield and take first place. Only then will you have a chance to contend against Han Taiji and avenge me!"
Mu Feiyin urged anxiously.
Lu Ren clenched his fists, his face full of pain and unwillingness. In the end, he laid Mu Feiyin down and turned to leave.
Mu Feiyin had used her own sacrifice to buy him time to flee. How could he let it go to waste?
His steps staggered, yet remained firm. Every step felt as though he were treading upon his own heart. His heart was filled with grief and fury. He knew that he had to avenge his master and make Han Taiji pay the price.
"Master, rest assured. I will avenge you. I swear!"
Lu Ren roared,