Bab 1730: A Hiding Place To Drag The Tournament

Lin Mu had his immortal sense spread and was searching for any other cultivators nearby. 

Other than the first one he had gotten rid of, he could tell there were at least four more nearby. Though they were scattered and were in a better condition than the first man. 

'They should be from an earlier batch of people and have recovered since then.' Lin Mu thought to himself.

"I see someone," Lu Xu was the first to respond.

"I do too." Ming Aolian replied.

Lin Mu sensed their position and checked the cultivators they were gonna face.

"Go forth." Lin Mu could tell that they would have no issues.

~SHUA~ SHUA~

Lu Xu and Ming Aolian began their assault.

Lu Xu's sword flew, while Ming Aolian called out her wolf. The two quickly ambushed the unsuspecting cultivators.

After all, the others didn't have the same range of Immortal sense that Lin Mu did. By the time they sensed them, their attacks had already gotten close.