Luo Sanxian eyed Zheng Fa, his lips lightly pursed, his gaze still tinged with suspicion, but he did not ask any further questions.
He did not know how Zheng Fa broke through his Concealing Technique.
He did not understand how, despite changing directions multiple times, Zheng Fa was still able to catch up to him.
Nor did he comprehend how Zheng Fa had arrived even before him, waiting at this location.
Yet upon seeing Zheng Fa draw the Qingping Sword, he knew these questions need not be asked.
A cloud of auspicious energy flew out above his head, and the crimson Yang God suddenly radiated brightly, enveloping his body.
Under the firmament, his body was half-ethereal, half-real, extremely ungraspable, yet it seemed to carry supreme authority, giving a strong sense of contradiction.
Five Red Dragons crawled beneath his feet, coiling, raising their heads, breathing, stirring up fierce winds.
