Those Martial Immortals had worry written all over their faces.
On the battlefield.
Qing Yun's lips curled into a mocking smile as he looked at Lu Sheng, who had retreated several thousand meters, and slowly spoke.
"Lu Sheng… you're just so-so!"
"The Martial Immortal Technique is ultimately just a heretical path. Our Daoran Sect has established the Cultivator System for countless years; how can someone like you, who joined halfway, compare?"
"Heretical paths should stay in their place. This battle should end here!"
Qing Yun laughed as he spoke. The flying sword, which had previously shattered the Seal of Brilliance, fell back into his palm. He walked step by step towards Lu Sheng.
The terrifying aura on him erupted like a volcano.
"Yes, this battle should end here!"
At that moment, Lu Sheng finally lifted his head slowly, looking at Qing Yun.
What made Qing Yun pause was that Lu Sheng's face showed no sign of panic. Instead, he gave Qing Yun a smile.
