The light of the torches illuminated the bottom of the cliff.
Lin Xiao's feet landed on the ground, and before he could stand firm, he smelled a strong smell of blood.
"Master, look!" A disciple pointed to the ground not far away.
Lin Xiao looked in the direction of his finger, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
Wang Meng and Li Er were lying in a pool of blood. Wang Meng's body was as shriveled as a mummy, and his death was extremely strange.
On the rock next to the two corpses, Lu Yuan was sitting quietly, holding a broken knife in his hand and slowly wiping the blood on the blade with a rag.
"Lu Yuan?!" Lin Xiao exclaimed, his face full of disbelief, "You're not dead? How is this possible!"
Lu Yuan stood up slowly, threw away the rag in his hand, looked at Lin Xiao, and said in a calm voice without any ripples: "Lin Xiao, I let you down."
"You... How did your injury heal? And your cultivation level..." The four disciples around Lin Xiao also looked wary. They could feel that the aura emanating from Lu Yuan was faintly oppressing them.
"The first level of the Pulse Opening Realm?" Lin Xiao sensed it carefully, and then laughed angrily, "Hahahaha! What did I think? It turned out to be a flashback, and he forcibly broke through to the first level of the Pulse Opening Realm. Lu Yuan, do you think you are still the genius before? These four people around me are all masters of the second level of the Pulse Opening Realm!"
