Cangyuan secret realm.
The blazing sword rain almost enveloped the world. The sharp blades licked the miserable crying throats and cut them off with one sword.
The strong smell of blood is like rolling magma, and anyone who sees this sea of blood and corpses will be shocked.
Han Yan and Lu Muyun stood side by side on a high place, looking down at the tragic scene below. The instigator of all this was the owner of the Luotian Sword, Lu Muyun.
"How is it, are you used to it this time?" Lu Muyun raised his hand and waved it, the Luotian Sword hanging in the air bloomed again, and an increasingly violent rain of swords fell "swish", instantly piercing through the chests of those who were still struggling to escape.
"Why do you have to show me this?" Han Yan turned his face to the side.
"Look at this pitiful look. Do you think I'm killing innocent people?" Lu Muyun pinched Han Yan's cheeks with a grin, and there was a hint of mockery in his dark eyes.
"I once swore that I would not let go even a dog, a chicken, or a fish from Hong Yun Tang. As my cauldron, you naturally have to enjoy this grand ceremony with me, your master."
Han Yan was held tightly by Lu Muyun's strong arms. The binding force was almost as strong as the Immortal Binding Rope, and his body could not move at all.
Bad taste. He was bored because no one was watching with him, so he always dragged me to be a spectator.
No matter how many times he smelled the stench that kept drilling into his nose, he could never get used to it. He simply shrank his neck and used Lu Muyun's hand covering his face as a shield, burying half of his face in it.
Although this thing smells bad, it is less disgusting than that fishy stench.
"Do you know that your actions are a bit too intimate?" Lu Muyun's dark eyes moved downwards to the half of Han Yan's snow-white neck that was exposed. A little further down, he could see a red mark that looked like a mosquito bite.
There is still a faint trace of the kiss left by impulse three days ago.
Lu Muyun's lips fell there intentionally or unintentionally, and even through the thin blue shirt, the heat that could not be ignored was transmitted to Han Yan's skin.
"Did I agree that you could do this? Have I been too good to you recently and made me lose my complacency?"
"I'm sorry, Master." Han Yan apologized sincerely.
No matter what, it’s right to admit your mistake. After all, you can’t reason with a madman.
Just as he was about to break away from Lu Muyun's palm, he suddenly heard a sound of breaking wind rushing towards him. Before Han Yan could react, he saw Lu Muyun quickly stretched out his palm and caught the poisonous stinger half an inch away from Han Yan's eyes.
"Lu Muyun, you little beast! Give me back my grandson's life!" A figure quickly flew over from a distance, and Han Yan was shocked. He recognized the old man. It was Li Hai, who was at the peak of the Spirit Transformation stage.
"Don't worry, old man. I have kept your grandson's head well. Once I cut off your head, you can go and meet your grandson!"
Lu Muyun shouted coldly, tapped the ground with his toes, and his body was like an arrow shot from a bow, and he formed hand seals and attacked Li Hai.
"Lu..." Han Yan had no time to stop him.
The later the cultivation progresses, the more the difference of one level becomes like an insurmountable chasm. With Lu Muyun's cultivation level of the initial stage of the Spiritual Transformation, he has no chance of winning against Li Hai head-on.
