Chapter Five Hundred and Thirteen: Lu Yiye Teasing Himself

asualties.On the chair where Zhuang Bufan had once sat in front of the thatched hut, Lu Ye was sitting weakly, his lower body covered with a thick animal skin blanket, coughing occasionally.< < A lit...Li Baxian and Feng Yuechan's attack drew everyone's attention. This cultivator hadn't guarded against someone sneaking up behind him, and by the time Lu Ye made his sudden move, it was too late for them to react.

Just as he had taken flight, his body crashed to the ground with a heavy thud. The searing pain in his back made it hard for him to breathe. When he looked up, a rain of blades descended upon him.

He hurriedly activated his spiritual energy barrier for protection, but the barrier only lasted three breaths before shattering under a barrage of sword lights.

The crisscrossing blades slashed down, a staccato rhythm echoing through the air. The cultivator's body trembled violently; in this instant, they endured countless blows, their protective spiritual energy shattered completely.

Then his body lightened, and his vision spun wildly, consciousness fading rapidly. something that could happen at any time. Under such circumstances, he was destined not to hold on for long, and could only hope that Su Yuqing would come up with a solution quickly to resolve his cri...