Dead people talk too much
Lu Zhen's voice echoed throughout the place, causing the man to pause for a moment.
"Is this a trap? Does he have another partner?"
Although Lu Zhen was like a bug, it didn't mean the man was unmatched in the world. There were many people who could crush him like an ant to meat paste.
The envoy gritted his teeth, but he still went forward and followed Lu Zhen.
"Even if it isn't a bluff, does this little brat think I will be scared of a first-stage martial artist? I can definitely escape if things go awry," he thought to himself with gritted teeth.
Lu Zhen frowned, seeing this, with a disappointed expression on his face.
"Oh well."
With his injured body, Lu Zhen dragged himself inside the bamboo temple, leaving a blood trail behind.
"I know you are here." His voice echoed in the old bamboo temple; however, no reply came, which made Lu Zhen frown.
"So you are not coming out?"