Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

ong sword from Lu Ye's body, bringing a surge of hot blood with it, and held the blade horizontally before him.A series of clanging sounds echoed as flames erupted, a brilliant light flashed across th...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.h of swords, with fewer participants, wouldn't be nearly as exciting.The more Lu Ye understood these rules, the more he looked forward to this martial arts competition. Such an interesting event, if n...