"Jian Hong, what are you doing here? And why have you brought a disciple with you?"
An aged voice rang out. Then, a black shadow slowly emerged.
It was an elderly man clad in a black robe, his face sinister and gloomy. The aura around him was not the slightest bit weaker than Jian Hong's.
"Jian Wanchou, this disciple has just rendered great service to the Immortal Pavilion. The Pavilion Master ordered me to bring him here to select a High-grade Dao Artifact!"
Elder Jian Hong said.
"Jian Hong, the Pavilion Master is currently leading the Immortal Pavilion's experts to attack the Zhao family. When did he issue such an order?"
Jian Wanchou looked doubtfully at the young man behind Jian Hong.
"Besides, as the tower-guarding elder, you are responsible for guarding the Myriad Swords Tower. You cannot leave the Myriad Swords Tower without authorization!"
Jian Wanchou continued.
"Elder Jian Hong, it seems you can't fool him. Then this seat will have to act personally!"
Lu Ren said indifferently.
"Hm?"
Jian Wanchou froze, only to see an ancient zither and a demonic flute rise above Lu Ren's head. Immediately afterward, zither music and flute notes erupted, transforming into Great Dream Soul Sounds that swept toward him.
"What?"
Jian Wanchou's expression changed. He had never expected the youth Jian Hong had brought to directly unleash two Top-grade Dao Artifacts. The interwoven zither and flute music made him sense an inexplicable danger.
Without the slightest hesitation, he summoned his longsword and swung it repeatedly, trying to shatter the sound waves.
However, the sound waves were utterly unaffected by his attacks. In an instant, they coiled around him and invaded his sea of consciousness. His eyes immediately turned vacant, and he stood rooted where he was.
Whoosh!
Lu Ren summoned the Void of