Can't Hold On, Can't Hold On

Beimou naturally delighted at Lord Lu's "not knowing the height of heaven or depth of earth." Whether Lu Wu was captured by Mister Ji or directly killed by the Golden Armored Divine Generals, he would be more than happy to see it; and if Lu Wu was captured, he most likely would not return.

"Then I'll wait and watch Brother Lu win a banner-raising victory. If you truly cannot defeat them, just run."

Lord Lu cast Beimou a cold glance from the side and narrowed his eyes.

"What, you're not joining in?"

"How could I dare disturb Brother Lu's elegant amusement? I'll deal with that cultivator surnamed Kun. Protectors like these have hearts of gold and iron; my demonic methods are more suited for use against cultivators."

With that, Beimou wasted no more words and vanished outright. Lord Lu had no idea whether he would truly go after that cultivator, nor when he would make his move.

But as long as the cultivator remained under the protection of the four Golden Armored Divine Generals, even a fiend like Beimou presumably would find no opening. It was the perfect excuse not to act.

Casting aside the distracting thoughts in his heart, Lord Lu solemnly looked ahead at the four Golden Armored Divine Generals. That was right—Kun Mucheng and his original four White Light Protectors were now practically beneath his notice.

The gazes of the four Golden Armored Strongmen gradually focused upon Lord Lu as well. They did not know him, but they could tell that the demon aura around him seemed about to boil over, every thread and wisp of it dense and strange.

Even so, the four Golden Armored Strongmen still looked down upon Lord Lu with lofty "contempt." Even though the Golden Armor truly possessed a self, they had