Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

lash of blade light passed, an arm flew out, spraying blood.He never expected someone to ambush him at his bedroom door. If not for his powerful senses, this strike would have killed him instantly.Thu...A moment later, the ghost cultivator knelt on one knee before Lu Ye, his expression respectful. Having refined the blood essence, the ghost cultivator naturally felt a sense of awe towards Lu Ye.Moon Yao lay sprawled. Lu Ye had already vanished.The opponent actually died a bit unfairly, because the last move he used was surprisingly the windmill technique...When Lu Ye first practiced this sec...