บท 770: Pursuit (1)

"Go to hell!" Pang Yuanjun felt his hair stand on ends. An unexplainable shiver travelled from his heart to his head.

"Disciples of the Green Dew Altar, heed my command! Kill him!" At this moment, he was convinced that the man before him was a madman, a raving lunatic.

His grand plans were not accomplished yet. If his mission succeeded this time, he would be able to obtain the treasured pill he wanted. His cultivation base would be improved, and his Junyuan Skills would reach unprecedented levels.

No matter what, he would not fall into the hands of this man.

His shout startled the people around him.

The elite disciples around him responded to the order reflexively. Bows were fired from afar, while the blades and spears stabbed with explosive ferociousness. They shot toward Lu Sheng with the sound of the sonic barrier breaking.

The tips of the sharp weapons closed in on Lu Sheng like a forest of spikes. They came at him from all directions.