Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

uddenly, a slap landed above Lu Ye's head. The wind pressure lifted Lu Ye's hair, and the Panshan sword in his hand froze before the opponent's eyes.Let me know if you have other text you'd like me to...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.beside him - Wang Po Xu's voice, who had just grown his hair back. He turned his head to look at him in surprise. For a moment, he didn't react. "Run!" Wang Pifen cried out with all his might.Tui Gua...