Unwilling to fight him to the death.
Even if the opponent wanted to fight to the death, Lu Changsheng was utterly fearless.
With the Golden-Winged Heavenly Peng, unless a Nascent Soul True Lord intervened, he could come and go as he pleased.
Even if a Nascent Soul True Lord came, Lu Changsheng felt he could compete in speed.
"I am a Fighter being chased by a Fighting Emperor, but I'm not worried in the slightest, because his horse isn't faster than mine."
Lu Changsheng suddenly thought of this phrase.
Although it was a joke, it underscored how important it was to have a good mount.
Lu Quanzhen, seeing his father say this, was no longer worried.
His blood-colored, narrow eyes gazed in the direction of the Yiming Ghost Sect, a surge of fierce hatred rising in his heart.
"Calm yourself, in your current state, avoid impulsiveness and rash killing intent."
