"Impossible!"
Huang Yu flew into a rage, his roar shaking the heavens. His heart brimmed with endless unwillingness as he chased after Lu Ren desperately, like a frenzied beast baring its fangs and claws.
Yet Lu Ren moved like the wind, swift as lightning. In just a few leaps, under that suffocatingly terrifying pressure, he rapidly crossed more than a hundred zhang.
"This Demon Emperor Venerable is so fast—he is actually faster than Huang Yu. As expected of the Sword Master from the prophecy!"
Huang Niu said in astonishment.
"The prophecy cannot be wrong. But as an Ancient Martial Artist, why is he disguising himself as one of the Lost Soul Clan? What exactly is his purpose?"
Another clan elder asked in confusion.
"As a Void of Destiny, he should be hunted down by the Divine Court. The enemy of the Divine Court is our friend, so there is nothing for us to worry about!"
"That's right!"
Many clan elders nodded slightly.
Besides, this Sword Master was the one foretold by prophecy. There was no need for them to be suspicious of him.
At this moment, Huang Yu chased after him madly, only to discover that the more he chased, the greater the distance between him and Lu Ren became.
Could it be that the Sword Master still held back his strength in the Ancient Desolate Divine King Arena? Impossible. He was nearly killed by those two just now!
Huang Yu muttered inwardly.
In his view, with Lu Ren's current strength, he could completely defeat Jue Ming and Yue Qiubai.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Ren had ventured one li deep.
However, as he continued forward, that pressure surged severalfold like a raging tide.
Lu Ren's divine body felt as though it were being crushed by towering mountains,