Falling Leaves Rustle Down

Zhu Luomu had not swept those people away with him mainly because there were too many of them. Doing so would have been no better than doing nothing.

Another, more important potential reason was that once those six scattered later, the gap in cultivation would cause them to split apart.

That Cangyu Sect Golden Core Realm cultivator was far too murderous. Zhu Luomu guessed she would not spare anyone along the way.

Then those six could serve as meat shields for his junior brothers and sisters.

Though this was excessively heartless, Zhu Luomu did not feel the slightest shred of guilt.

In truth, he knew that those six had likely guessed the reason behind his actions. But so what?

A flash of azure light appeared in Zhu Luomu's hand, and a square azure brick was already in his grasp. It was his life-bound magic treasure, the Heaven-Shaking Seal.

"You have accompanied me for over a hundred years. Today, that saying has come true: you and I are bound for the same destination by different paths. You will end in your way; I will follow shortly."

As he murmured, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the figure steadily growing larger in his vision. The joints throughout his body crackled in a rapid series of explosions, like beans popping in a pan.

His aura surged to its peak in an instant. There was not the slightest hesitation in his heart.

As though sensing Zhu Luomu's resolve to die, the azure light across the Heaven-Shaking Seal's surface flowed rapidly, producing an intense buzzing sound.

As Zhu Luomu's aura rose, the sound grew louder and louder, shaking loose dirt from the surrounding rocks in a rustling shower.

A brilliant gleam flared in Zhu Luomu's eyes as Yu Rong's twisted face finally appeared