Daoist Bei Ming, who had been silent from the beginning, suddenly spoke up, "Among the well-known experts of the major sects, there is no one named Lu Ya. Could it be a Loose Cultivator?"
"Loose Cultivator… Lu Ya…"
Perfected Ju Yang couldn't stand it any longer, exchanged another punch with Nezha, both of their energies churning like ocean waves.
After this punch, his finger bones cracked, but his body, long accustomed to the balance of Yin and Yang Qi, quickly recovered as before.
He wanted to take advantage of Nezha's lack of experience and unsettled energy to strike another punch, but then he heard the sound of cloth shoes stepping on branches and the rushing wind of a bodily leap through the forest.
Reinforcements?
People nearby couldn't help but glance sideways, and shortly after, two female cultivators in Daoist robes, graceful in figure, appeared on the scene.
