Whoosh!
The instant Yan Zhenyue was sent flying, Lu Ren shot out of the Sky Fire Demon Pool as well, landing before Yan Zhenyue. He said coldly, "If you don't want to die, tell me—who exactly wants to kill me?"
Yan Zhenyue's eyes were filled with pain and humiliation. He was a dignified King, one ranked among the top fifty Kings, yet he had been beaten into such a state.
"It was Tian Yuan King!"
Yan Zhenyue replied.
"Tian Yuan King?"
Lu Ren pondered for a moment, then asked, "Who is Tian Yuan King? How strong is he? Which clan does he belong to?"
"Tian Yuan King and I are both from the Yama Clan. His name is Yan Tianyuan, and among all the Kings, his strength ranks within the top twenty!"
Yan Zhenyue said flatly.
"I have neither grievance nor enmity with Yan Tianyuan. Why would he want to kill me? Could he have been ordered by the Yama Clan?"
Lu Ren began to speculate.
"I've already told you. You can let me go now, can't you?"
Yan Zhenyue forced himself to his feet, though blood continued to pour from his body.
With such severe injuries, it would be impossible for him to recover without three to five years.
"Let you go, so you can find someone to take revenge on me afterward?"
Lu Ren sneered and threw a punch.
"You..."
Yan Zhenyue flew into a rage and struck out with another punch.
Boom!
The two fists collided. Lu Ren did not move an inch, while Yan Zhenyue was blasted flying once more, tumbling continuously across the scorching ground as he spat out another mouthful of blood.
Yan Zhenyue's immortal body had already suffered devastating damage. With his strength greatly diminished, he was naturally no match for Lu Ren.