Just the sound alone nearly made the surrounding cultivators lose their footing. A massive hole appeared on the ground, which trembled violently for a moment. Then, countless torrents of True Qi burst forth like beasts unleashed from their cages, surging wildly in all directions.
"My little apprentice has surely been under your care."
Amidst the massive force lifting a gigantic cloud of dust off the ground, a voice, though aged, burst with energy, resounded from the mist. Following it were footsteps, each one pounding on the hearts of all cultivators present like a small hammer.
Many knew that the person arriving this time was not one to be trifled with. If it were a cultivator from Qiu Wucheng's side, it would undoubtedly be adding insult to injury for everyone.
Lu Wujue stood in the air with his sword. He was exceptionally familiar with this voice. Not to mention other things, the owner of this voice had tortured them for seven days on Tianshan.
