Paper snow fluttered in the wind, as Lu Yuzhen stood with his hands behind his back, hovering above the Earth Abyss, waiting leisurely.
A streak of purple lightning appeared on the horizon.
That stream of light arrived in an instant.
"Brother Jun Shan."
Lu Yuzhen smiled and said, "You have finally arrived."
The light dissipated, revealing the form of a child in a Daoist robe, with a sullen and unsightly face.
Boom!
The paper snowflakes falling from the Heavenly Peak were swept away with thunderous force by the Daoist-robed child with a flick of his sleeve. This senior of the Taoist sect, who had finally advanced to the Yin God, no longer hid his killing intent. The Purple Cloud Flying Sword flashed from the Grotto Heaven between his eyebrows, wrapped in three strands of Great Dao light, and stabbed towards Lu Yuzhen's chest.
"Rip!"
The flying sword pierced through the heart.
Lu Yuzhen still wore a smile.
