Wu Tulong’s spear landed the moment his voice fell; Lu Yun leaned slightly to the side to evade the foreboding edge.

Boom!

The spear buried its tip in the ground in a massive cloud of gray dust.

Retrieving his spear, Wu Tulong didn’t press on any further. Hovering in the sky, he looked down at Lu Yun as Mo Qitian and Zi Chen came into view. Both wielding keenly honed divine swords, they looked at their former companion with cold, ruthless eyes. Evidently, they intended to keep him cornered here and prevent him from entering the circular area a hundred kilometers across.

“Senior brothers, so we meet again.” Lu Yun made a deep bow of greeting. “Unless I’m mistaken, all of you have freed yourselves from the soul seeds and regained your autonomy. Why then do...