Lu You's voice naturally stood out in that deathly silence.
Bian Min abruptly fixed his gaze on Lu You's aged face.
He recognized that face.
Daoist Lu had been the talk of the Outsider world lately. The Wang Family had deliberately built up his reputation, claiming he dominated the present age and stood supreme throughout eternity.
Bian Min grinned, the fat and vicious-looking flesh on his face utterly disgusting.
As members of Quanxing, would they be afraid even if the Old Celestial Master stood before them, never mind some Daoist Lu? What a joke!
They were Quanxing.
Of course they would be afraid!
Fortunately, the man before them was not the Old Celestial Master.
Bian Min considered his mastery of magical artifacts consummate. Countless people had died at his hands. A mere old Daoist whose reputation was nothing but hype truly was not worth fearing.
So he thought he had what it took.
"You're that Daoist Lu?"
He could not help sneering.
"Hahahaha! That's hilarious! Some old fart who crawled out of who knows where dares call himself invincible, and so many people actually believe it!
"As far as I'm concerned, you're just a stu-gh..."
He never finished.
His voice cut off abruptly.
Lu You still stood where he had been, seemingly without having moved at all, but at some point, a blood-drenched, dripping head had appeared in his left hand.
It was as though it had appeared instantaneously.
The head's eyes were still open, its mouth even hanging agape, but its expression had already frozen in that moment of mockery.
Lu You shook his head, his gaze as placid as water.
Although this fellow was very unpleasant, all lives were the same in Lu You's eyes. Since he was already dead, there was no need to mock him further.