Lu Li found with psychic power an identical Zen Bead on the young man's wrist. A bitter smile climbed onto his face. He forced himself to calm down while he tried to think of a way. He must put up a desperate fight.

"Whoosh~"

The young man was getting closer. Distance between the two was less than half a mile now. A dueling sword appeared in the young man's hand. A cold light bounced off from the sword. It didn't look like a Quasi Relic but it sure was sharp.

Dueling swords usually didn't have a blade but this one was different. Its blade was honed and sharp. He would not feel well if he was cut by the sword.

The weapon was not the decisive factor here. To make the situation worse, Lu Li didn't know what kind of Profound Meaning the young man had learned or what kind of Bloodline he had!

Given that this man must be from the same family as Haochuan and Haoyang, he must have Bloodline as well and it should be of at least the eighth rank.

"Buzzing~"

Lu Li tried cloning first to see