"Ah?"
"Oh no!"
"Phew—"
The women around Hua Yixing all let out a sigh of relief.
Shen Ying withdrew the Peach Blossom Evil surrounding her and came to Lu Zheng's side, looking at the old monk with disdain.
Liu Qingyan still maintained a calm demeanor, as if nothing had happened just now.
"Hmph!"
The spell was broken, and the old monk couldn't help but grunt, feeling as though a heavy hammer had struck his chest, causing his vital energy and blood to stagnate.
"Who are you?" The old monk looked at Lu Zheng in disbelief.
Lu Zheng's recent move wasn't overpowering, but he had precisely deconstructed the coverage of the Mist God Valley, using skill to break the method, putting the old monk at a disadvantage; otherwise, the old monk wouldn't be foolishly questioning but turning around to flee.
