Lu Ye was not sure how high Zhou Cheng's cultivation was, but he was definitely much stronger than him.
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Even if Zhou Cheng was injured, he was still not someone that a First Aperture cultivator like Lu Ye could deal with casually. To have the intention to kill, one must have the corresponding means to support it, and Sharpness was Lu Ye's means!
Previously, when he had nothing to do, he had experimented and found that the Sharpness spirit pattern could not only be applied to his palm but also to weapons, and it was even more effective.
The sudden burst of light made Zhou Cheng momentarily lose his composure; he had no idea when Lu Ye had become a cultivator!
When the two swords clashed, there was a crisp sound, and Zhou Cheng was surprised to find that his long sword had been cut in half at the waist.
This frightened him greatly. When one's weapon breaks in battle, it is undoubtedly a huge blow.
Just as Zhou Cheng was shocked, Lu Ye's second strike arrived.
After cutting Zhou Cheng's sword, he immediately raised his sword and slashed toward Zhou Cheng's neck.
He did not know any sword techniques or any profound moves; he could only use the simplest chopping motion.
Zhou Cheng was terrified. At this moment, the distance between them was too close, and it was too late to retreat. He could only muster all the remaining spiritual energy in his body to protect himself. In theory, with his cultivation, he should have been able to withstand an attack from a First Aperture cultivator like Lu Ye, even if the other party had a weapon, it would not break through his spiritual energy defense.
However, when the long sword fell, Zhou Cheng's protective spiritual energy did not work as expected. The sword first broke through the layer of protection and then directly slashed Zhou Cheng's neck.
The sound of the blade cutting into flesh echoed, and Lu Ye felt a few drops of warm blood splatter on his face.
"Damn it!" Zhou Cheng was furious. He had been caught off guard and injured by a mere mine slave like Lu Ye. He raised his hand and slapped toward Lu Ye.
However, Lu Ye had already let go of the long sword and ran into the depths of the mine tunnel without looking back.
Hearing the sound of Zhou Cheng's pursuit, Lu Ye ran even faster.
Gradually, he felt the noise behind him fade away, and he finally stopped running.
After waiting for a while, he turned back. On the way, he saw Zhou Cheng lying on the ground. He was unsure if Zhou Cheng was dead, so he picked up a few stones and threw them. Zhou Cheng did not react at all.
Gathering his courage, he approached Zhou Cheng, bent down, and saw that a large amount of blood had stained the ground under Zhou Cheng's body, and the long sword was still stuck in his neck. Zhou Cheng was already dead.
Lu Ye's second strike did not directly take Zhou Cheng's life, but it had severed most of his neck. Such a severe injury was fatal for Zhou Cheng.
The life-and-death struggle ended with Lu Ye's victory! He took a deep breath, feeling the cruelty of this world even more deeply.
He walked forward, grabbed the hilt of the long sword, and was about to pull it out when he noticed something unusual out of the corner of his eye. He looked up and felt a chill run down his spine.
Someone had appeared before him, and Lu Ye had not sensed them at all.
The gap in cultivation between him and the other person was significant! For some reason, this thought arose in Lu Ye's mind. If such a person wanted to kill him, it would probably just take a finger movement, even with the enhancement of Sharpness, it would be useless.
He gritted his teeth, suppressing his panic, and pulled out the long sword, holding it in front of him in a defensive stance, his body trembling slightly from tension.
The newcomer sensed his hostility and couldn't help but laugh. "I felt the fluctuation of spiritual energy here and came to investigate. No need to be nervous."
As he spoke, he stepped forward, came to Zhou Cheng's side, and looked down, nodding slightly. "A remnant of the Evil Moon Valley." He then looked up at Lu Ye. "Which sect are you from?"
They were only about ten feet apart, and Lu Ye could clearly see the newcomer's appearance. He was a middle-aged man with a ruddy complexion, tall and imposing, with a slightly deep and hoarse voice, but there was a kind of inexplicable warmth about him.
Based on the man's question, Lu Ye immediately had a guess and answered, "Xuantian Sect!"
"Xuantian Sect?" The middle-aged man was somewhat surprised. "The Xuantian Sect that was wiped out a year ago?"
"Yes!" Lu Ye gave a definite answer.
The man couldn't help but look him up and down. "So, you were captured and brought here as a mine slave?"
"Um." Lu Ye nodded.
The man was amazed. A mine slave killing an Evil Moon Valley cultivator was something that no one would believe if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes.
"What is your cultivation level?" the man asked again.
"First Aperture." Lu Ye replied, realizing the meaning behind the man's words, he explained, "He was injured, and I ambushed him."
The man smiled at him. "You have some courage."
"Sir, are you from the Haotian Alliance?" Lu Ye had a guess, but he still needed to confirm it.
The man stroked his beard. "Yes, I am from the Haotian Alliance."
Lu Ye was overjoyed. It seemed that the Haotian Alliance had indeed attacked, as Manager Yang had feared. The Evil Moon Valley could not hold this mine, and the fact that this old man had already entered the mine was proof of that.
The mine was probably now under the control of the Haotian Alliance.
As for whether the old man was lying, there was no need to worry. The gap in strength was too great; if the old man really wanted to harm him, he could do so with a single palm strike.
"Please, sir, save me from this suffering!" Lu Ye said hurriedly.
He wanted to leave the mine tunnel. There might still be dangers along the way, and it was a good idea to attach himself to this senior expert for safety.
The old man nodded. "Then come with me. I am also on my way out."
"Thank you, sir!" Lu Ye was very grateful.
The old man led the way, but Lu Ye did not immediately follow. Instead, he squatted down and searched Zhou Cheng's body.
He quickly found a storage bag.
Storage bags were common among cultivators and were not particularly valuable.
Lu Ye was in high spirits and ran to catch up with the old man.
The old man glanced at him and smiled, extending his hand. "Hand it over!"
Lu Ye felt extremely uncomfortable, like he had swallowed a fly, but considering his current situation, he obediently handed over the storage bag.
The old man took the storage bag, touched the opening, and a light flashed.
Just as Lu Ye was inwardly cursing, the old man threw the storage bag back to him. "I'll take this bottle of Dragon Tiger Pills. It's a great tonic, and you can't handle it. Consider it a tribute to an elder!"
Lu Ye held the returned storage bag with both hands, realizing that the old man was not trying to rob him of his spoils but knew that his cultivation was too weak to unlock the storage bag's restrictions and had helped him out of kindness.
This old man is quite nice!
Lu Ye thought to himself and thanked him. "Thank you."