He hadn't heard any footsteps...
When?
Turning around, Shen Chong saw an elderly Daoist with white hair. He was no stranger to this man...
This was the man everyone had been talking about lately. Some called him Daoist Lu, the Sole Arbiter of Eternity.
He had even mocked that title before.
But now, whether the title was deserved or not, it at least proved one thing: this man was also extremely difficult to deal with!
Especially now, when he had no confidence at all!
Wait, could this man be the reason those two brats had been acting so strangely?!
Shen Chong's expression changed drastically, his face turning deathly pale.
In his field of vision, five fingers descended from above like mountains crashing to the earth, while he was nothing but an insignificant ant.
One grab, and he was refined in an instant!
Gao Ning and Dou Mei climbed out the window. The instant their feet touched the ground, relief at having survived a disaster welled up inside them. The fighting behind them was still going on. They could leave!
"What a blessing, what a blessing."
They were just about to leave when they saw a figure standing before them, having arrived at some unknown point.
That old face, imbued with an immortal air, resembled a stone statue of a Celestial Venerable: compassionate and serene, yet devoid of warmth.
Drip, drip...
Blood and sweat alike.
Hot sweat poured down, their throats dry.
Lu You stood before them, holding a head that was still bubbling with blood. It belonged to Shen Chong, his eyes wide open, unable to rest in death.
The two were scared out of their wits, their faces drained of color!
Gao Ning decisively dropped to his knees and kowtowed repeatedly.
"Senior Lu, spare my life!"
Dou Mei's