To be honest, Lu Wuming didn't really trust the Heavenly Dao.
However, the fact that the Heavenly Dao had just killed Chu Yi in front of them was undeniable. Even for that reason alone, it didn't seem impossible to give the Heavenly Dao a little trust.
Lu Wuming told himself this in his heart, then lowered his head to look at the stone in his hand. He clenched his fist, and the spirit stone instantly turned to powder in his palm.
Lu Wuming waited.
Then nothing happened.
He turned back to look at You Siqi with a hint of strangeness, the feeling of unreality surging in his heart once more. Lu Wuming hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Is that it?"
You Siqi nodded.
Lu Wuming continued to ask him, "Then what? What do we do next?"
"Nothing. We just wait," You Siqi shrugged, found a place to sit casually, and even boldly patted the spot next to him, signaling Lu Wuming to join him. As he made this gesture, You Siqi replied, "Liu Buli will handle the rest. Just like I told you, trust him more. He's your master, he's stronger than you, you don't need to worry about him."
Lu Wuming did not respond to You Siqi's words this time.
In fact, he had never figured out who was stronger between him and Liu Buli.
From the perspective of cultivation techniques, he might have been slightly stronger than Liu Buli before. But the problem was that Liu Buli now held the Demonic Sword, and the power of that sword itself was incredibly potent. Coupled with its excellent compatibility with Liu Buli, when Liu Buli wielded the sword, he even felt a sense of unity between man and sword.
If the existence of this sword was taken into account, then the question of who was stronger between Lu Wuming and Liu Buli had an uncertain answer.
However, such a matter would never find an answer.
Because Lu Wuming would never be willing to truly attack his master.
And beyond this issue, a more important point was that from an intellectual standpoint, Liu Buli could always overwhelm many people.
As for Lu Wuming?
He and Liu Buli were simply not on the same level.
If he were to compare himself to Liu Buli in this regard, even he himself would feel it was an insult to his master.
After much thought, summarizing all the issues, Lu Wuming finally arrived at an answer in his heart—
Liu Buli was indeed stronger than him.
So You Siqi was right; he truly only needed to trust the other party now and didn't need to overthink useless things.
And the development of events was indeed as they had expected.
The moment Lu Wuming crushed that spirit stone, the Ghost King, who existed in that illusory space with Liu Buli, sensed something was wrong.
He widened his eyes abruptly and looked in Liu Buli's direction.
This guy was clearly right here, not gone anywhere else.
Then why was that important spirit stone destroyed?
Could it be that brat who could summon lightning strikes did it?
No...
He had clearly confirmed it before, that guy had almost no spiritual energy on him. Based on their previous conversation, the Ghost King could also deduce that as long as he didn't harm that guy, the person absolutely couldn't actively use any means.
He didn't remember doing anything to harm him.
So how could that trash destroy his stone?
No.
How could he find that stone?
A normal person shouldn't have thought of this at all!
Confusing and unnerving thoughts instantly filled his mind. Because this sudden change was too incredible, the Ghost King even experienced a moment of daze and hesitation while fighting Liu Buli.
However, in a battle between experts, even one wrong step could be fatal.
Liu Buli certainly wouldn't give him a chance to recover. The moment he realized the other party's state was off, his long sword had already struck.
Even though the Ghost King thought of evading, Liu Buli's speed was too fast, and one of his arms was still pierced by the long sword.
He managed to escape a step faster, and Liu Buli couldn't directly chop off that arm.
Putting on a regretful expression, Liu Buli shook his head and chuckled, "I thought you really didn't want to live, and I was planning to send you on your way. But who knew you wouldn't appreciate it? Why dodge? If you hadn't dodged and evaded, perhaps that strike just now would have successfully sent you to your demise."
Hearing his words, the Ghost King wanted to curse angrily.
But after opening his mouth, he remembered that Liu Buli's hearing was still sealed by himself.
He couldn't hear his own voice at all.
Realizing this, the Ghost King became even more enraged.
He glared fiercely at Liu Buli and shook his hand again. Striving to suppress the waves of pain from his arm, he gritted his teeth, transformed his five fingers back into ghost claws, and once again launched an attack towards Liu Buli.
Now that the stone that could save his life had been destroyed, the battle between him and Liu Buli had truly become a fight to the death.
The plan to wear down the opponent was no longer feasible. The Ghost King desperately wanted to tear apart the person who had tampered with his stone, but he also knew that the more important task now was to deal with the Liu Buli in front of him.
A large part of the reason Liu Buli was so strong was because of the sword in his hand.
So, rather than dealing with Liu Buli, the more important thing was to deal with the sword in his hand.
The Ghost King quickly reached this conclusion in his mind.
Therefore, during his offense, his focus shifted from Liu Buli to the Demonic Sword.
It had to be said that the Ghost King's ghost claws were indeed quite powerful.
Especially when he focused all his attention on the sword, Liu Buli himself could feel that the pressure on his sword had increased significantly.
After another exchange, Liu Buli's sword was finally caught between the Ghost King's claws.
The sharp claws tightened around the long sword, and from his expression, it looked like he was about to snap Liu Buli's sword body in half.
Thinking of his next move, a satisfied smile appeared on the Ghost King's face.
Liu Buli reminded him seriously, "If I were you, I wouldn't break this sword."
The Ghost King cast a cold glance at Liu Buli.
The next second, a crisp "crack" sound was heard.
The long sword broke in the middle, shattering into several pieces.