The voice had barely fallen before he had already fiercely stepped forward, his blade tearing through the air, instantly sending out streaks of cold light towards Yuchi Jie's vital points. Lao Lu remained silent, taking a step forward with the shattered blade, which had been destroyed under the Jue Que Sword's momentum, swinging out even more wildly.
Yuchi Jie rose to his feet, his robe fluttering like drifting clouds, and spoke indifferently,
"Clashing with the Red Cliff Sect would cost us too much, and it is not my intention."
"Since that's been said, I take my leave."
Yue Hongzhe's long blade clashed with Lao Lu's broken blade dozens of times in the blink of an eye, ringing out shrilly. For a moment, the two seemed evenly matched. Lao Lu took two steps back, holding the broken blade, his expression solemn, and bowed to Yue Hongzhe, then using his Qinggong he swiftly left with Yuchi Jie.
Yue Hongzhe sheathed his blade, his expression stern.
