The sky above.
Daoist Mingzhang blinked, carefully staring at Lu Zheng, momentarily unable to react.
Master Qing Song rubbed his chin, "Is this the treasure of the East Sea Dragon Palace?"
"It should be..." Daoist Mingzhang's face was expressionless, his heart devoid of joy or sorrow, without any ripples.
Master Qing Song smiled at the corners of his mouth and nodded with great satisfaction, "Not bad, not bad, worthy of being a disciple of our White Cloud Temple."
Daoist Mingzhang, "..."
On the ground.
Lu Zheng gripped his saber with both hands, horizontally slashed, and the blade swept past True Monarch Ye Gu's face.
True Monarch Ye Gu leaned back to avoid it, then retreated two steps, looking at the dimming light of the White Bone Treasure Sword in his hand with a pang of heartache.
"Damn it!"
"Again!"
Lu Zheng swung his long saber with a sinister smile and advanced on him once more.
