"Great Desolation Sumeru Sword!"
Han Taiji stared at the longsword embedded upside down in the Divine Martial Stage and immediately recognized it.
Lu Ren had come.
"Han Taiji, I have come for the Ten-Year Pact!"
An angry roar carried over from afar.
Immediately afterward, a lean, razor-sharp figure flew in from the distance, landing behind Yun Qingyao and radiating an air of looking down upon all beneath the heavens.
When the crowd saw the man clearly, another uproar erupted. The newcomer was indeed Lu Ren.
"Hahaha, Lu Ren, you actually didn't die! Good, very good!"
Han Taiji burst into wild laughter after a brief stunned pause, his voice shaking the nine heavens and shooting straight into the clouds. "Now I can defeat you openly and honorably!"
Lu Ren's death had been a regret to him. What he had wanted most was to defeat Lu Ren fair and square.
He wanted to prove that bloodlines were stronger than battle souls.
Moreover, he bore the identity of the Divine Court Master's son. If he could not defeat Lu Ren and sweep aside the geniuses of his generation, how could he inherit the position of Divine Court Master in the future?
"Lu Ren... he actually didn't die? How is that possible?"
Di Juntian's face was filled with disbelief when he saw this. He clearly remembered personally killing Lu Ren.
Yet Lu Ren was still alive.
It was not only Di Juntian. Even Chi Ji, hidden in the shadows, was utterly shocked. She too had witnessed Lu Ren being slain with her own eyes.
Everyone was incomparably astonished. Di Juntian had personally admitted that he had killed Lu Ren before. In other words, Lu Ren had escaped alive from Di Juntian's hands. Such a method was truly terrifying.
"Lu Ren..."
When Yun Qingyao saw