"What?!"
The first person to be shocked upon hearing this news was not Lu Shihua, who had posed the question, but Roger, whom Fang Cheng called Senior Brother.
He was like he had been struck by lightning, his body shuddering violently, pupils contracting rapidly, as if he couldn’t believe his ears.
"Say it again, what exactly happened to the Golden Benba Bottle?"
Roger’s eyes widened, staring fixedly at Fang Cheng.
He couldn’t care less about the inexplicable address from the other, his mind buzzing, nearly blank.
Although he had a grudge with Lu Shihua, the two were fighting fiercely, openly and covertly, but fundantally, it all revolved around the acquisition of the Golden Benba Bottle.
This Black Sect Holy Object concerned Roger’s future return to the Snowy Plateau, ascending to the Dharma-raja throne, carrying his lifelong ambition and hopes.
At this mont, upon hearing that the Golden Benba Bottle had been shattered, the beautiful vision in his heart seed to be shattered as well.
How could he not be shocked, even outrageously furious, his whole body trembling slightly, fists unconsciously clenching tight, joints turning pale.
As an Honorable of the Black Sect, Roger probably never dread of it.
That there would be soone in this world who would treat such a rare treasure with such reckless waste.
Before Fang Cheng could continue answering, Lu Shihua also stood frozen as if drenched from head to toe by a bucket of cold water.
His complexion first flushed red, veins bulging on his neck, then turned pale.
His lips trembled slightly, wanting to say sothing, yet seemingly choked by sothing, unable to say a word.
He also stared fixedly at Fang Cheng at this mont, eyes full of disbelief and boundless anger.
After laboring painstakingly for decades, seeing the Lu Family Ancestor Spirit about to be reborn and the new Secret Realm about to open, everything was destroyed by this mysterious intruder, leaving him inconsolable.
Seeing both of them in a state of furious grief, Fang Cheng naturally knew he could not stay here being conspicuous, lest he suffer a combined attack.
So he maintained a calm expression, slightly bowed, and spoke again neither humbly nor arrogantly:
"Senior Brother Roger, I’ll handle the other Lu Family mbers, you continue."
After speaking, he turned and ran, his feet like the wind, his figure like a bolt of lightning darting away into the distance.
Leaving Roger and Lu Shihua standing there.
Lu Shihua was filled with anger, ready to angrily lash out at Fang Cheng. Witnessing such a scene left him stunned.
Seeing the guy ruining his plans run faster than a rabbit, chasing him was no easy task.
Moreover, even if he caught up, facing both Black Sect experts, he did not have definite confidence to defeat them.
His thoughts turned quickly, he then focused back on Roger, the true culprit in his anger.
"Good, good, good!"
Lu Shihua, boiling with rage, glared at his old rival: "Roger, you’re even more ruthless than !"
Roger, bewildered by this sudden accusation, instinctively defended:
"I have nothing to do with him, how could I..."
At this mont, a passionate voice ca from afar:
"Zha Xi, Duo Ji, don’t panic, Uncle is here to help you!"
It was Fang Cheng, running to another battlefield.
There, two Black-clothed Lamas were engaged with Lu Tao, being beaten soundly.
Lu Shihua heard this, his expression even angrier, muscles twitching slightly:
"You still dare say you’re not involved?!"
With that, he swiftly attacked without rcy.
In an instant, cracks appeared in the ground, surrounding dormant vines awoken like snakes, clawing towards Roger.
"Listen to , right now catching that person is our priority..."
Roger urgently shouted, attempting to calm Lu Shihua so they could first unite against a common enemy.
While speaking, he kicked the ground, leaping forward, flas blossoming around him, bursting through the vine’s gaps, attempting to escape the pointless fight to chase Fang Cheng.
But as soon as he landed, a new tangle of vines ensnared him.
"Bastard, you think I’m a fool?"
Lu Shihua ignored him, glaring at Roger as if wanting to tear him into pieces with his eyes.
While directing the vines to attack, he harshly interrogated:
"That bald-headed guy is clearly one of your kind!"
"Plus he could release flas, isn’t that the Indestructible Bright Point of Esoteric Buddhism training?"
"You drew fire from the front, and he snuck an attack from behind, now you dare not admit it?"
"Fine, I’ll make you all stay here to be buried with my Lu Family!"
Speaking, he rapidly waved his hands, more vines burst forth, sweeping towards Roger like overwhelming floodwaters.
Even though the array was disrupted, Lu Shihua’s power remained extraordinarily formidable, explosively displaying an even more terrifying strength out of furious rage.
Roger was at a loss for words, unable to argue, nor willing to.
He could only curse inwardly:
Damn it, I should be angrier than your Lu Family!
The Golden Benba Bottle is our Black Sect’s Holy Object!
He wanted to catch the fleeing Fang Cheng and interrogate his origin, yet was entangled by Lu Shihua unable to extricate himself.
He could only dodge endlessly, hands forming seals, desperately resisting Lu Shihua’s increasingly crazed attacks.
Standing at a distance, Zha Xi and Duo Ji watched the masked man running like the wind and then far away.
Montarily bewildered, not knowing what was happening.
Lu Tao, initially frightened, thought this humanoid monster falling from the sky was going to hit him, hurriedly retreated.
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