l is not very high.It was past noon, on Mount Shouzheng. Inside the An'hun Hall...The Bichezong sect sprawled across a vast expanse, with hundreds of spiritual peaks. Shouzheng Peak was just one amon...On the stage, Zi'an quickly retreated, but a wound was still cut across his chest and abdomen. Facing him, Lu Ye leaned forward and struck again with another blow.

Zi An narrowly dodged a rolling gourd, barely escaping its impact. As she rose to her feet, her body was covered in mud stained crimson with blood, looking utterly dishevelled.

He barely managed to steady himself before a gust of wind hit him from behind. He snarled like a rabid dog, feeling a sharp pain on his head as if something had sliced off a chunk of his scalp.

Thentained valuables worth five to six million merit points. He had to send them back to his sect and hand them over to Shui Yuan. With so much wealth on his person, Lu Ye wasn't very comfortable either....