"You... how can it be..."
Yang Lu stared at Zhou Xuanji furiously. A sense of great fear could be seen hiding in his eyes.
He sensed Zhou Xuanji's sword Qi, but it was too fast.
It was so fast that he could neither dodge nor deflect it.
He was at least two stages of cultivation higher than Zhou Xuanji.
How did this happen?
He could not understand.
He wanted to regain control of his body but realized that he could not. He could not even eject his astral soul because his soul was inside his body. Only part of his consciousness was in his head.
"What are you doing?"
He cried out fearfully. He finally sensed the imminence of death.
Zhou Xuanji pressed down on his shoulder and laughed coldly, "I want to kill you. You can beg for mercy. Depending on your performance, I will decide whether to kill you or not."
These were Yang Lu's words, and Zhou Xuanji returned them to him now to humiliate him.