lded by the cultivator surnamed Sun, yet it still struck him, causing him to crouch down. The immense force almost sent his staff flying from his grasp.There was no time to breathe as crimson blades f...A moment later, the ghost cultivator knelt on one knee before Lu Ye, his expression respectful. Having refined the blood essence, the ghost cultivator naturally felt a sense of awe towards Lu Ye.Ye Xiong's wives and concubines also scattered, fearing that Lu Ye would come and kill them all.Lü Yè wouldn't have that kind of mood.Although he needed to act according to Ye Liu's identity, killing...
Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap