Let's make it a proper slaughter!
The moment Lü Yang spoke, Suo Huan looked over, astonished. "As far as I know, Daoist, you aren't the type to be aggressive or a master of combat."
Lü Yang shook his head. "I simply choose not to. It's not that I can't."
With that, he held the [Tribulation Wave] in a reverse grip behind his back. "Besides," he said calmly, "the path of the Dao lies ahead, and with no way to retreat, we might as well fight!"
"Alright... then a fight it is!"
Suo Huan's expression relaxed and he straightened his spine. "I'll leave anyone below a Great Trueman's level to you, Daoist. As for the Great Trueman, you can leave him to me."
At these words, Lü Yang glanced at Suo Huan. As a Saint Sect Zhenren, he was naturally suspicious of everyone. If they weren't in the same boat, the atmosphere would never have been this harmonious. Now, however, he broke into a surprisingly genuine smile.
"Then you have my thanks, Daoist."
"Hahaha!" Suo Huan burst out laughing.
