"You're going to kill me, then frame me as a Ghost Path Cultivator?"
Lu Ren froze.
He had not expected these people to be so vicious.
"Die!"
The lion-clan expert's voice cracked like thunder. Golden light erupted from his body and gathered around his fist as he swung it at Lu Ren.
Yet Lu Ren stood at the entrance to Xuanming Cave Mansion with his hands behind his back. He shook his head. "I was going to give you a chance. What a pity you didn't treasure it."
"You should ask my fist whether it'll give you a chance!"
The lion-clan expert sneered. All 950,000 calamities of his power erupted as he moved to kill Lu Ren with a single punch.
They had already decided to kill Lu Ren. If they let him live this time, he might come after them one day.
They could not withstand the vengeance of the First Heavenly Talent of the Nine Heavens.
But just as the lion-clan expert's fist was about to strike, blood-colored cold gathered on either side behind Lu Ren and swept toward him.
In an instant, a layer of blood-colored ice crystals covered the lion-clan expert's body, freezing him solid.
"What's going on?"
Shock appeared on the other eleven faces as they looked toward the cave entrance.
From deep within the cave mansion, a graceful figure slowly emerged and stopped in front of Lu Ren.
"It's Mu Hanxue!"
Panic showed on all eleven faces.
"You openly plotted to murder a talent of Immortal Dao Palace and planned to frame him as a Ghost Path Cultivator. Those two crimes alone are enough to have you executed!"
Mu Hanxue held a blood-colored frost sword, his voice cold.
Crack, crack!
The ice crystals covering the lion-clan expert's body broke apart. "Mu Hanxue, you think