Zhao Yuhai gripped a long spear, his gaze icy as he looked at Lu Zhenghai. He was an elder of Taiyu Valley, a master of the spear, and an enemy of Qingyuan Sect.
He came from an aristocratic family, much like Zhao Qiyang and the others. After Qingyuan Sect wiped out his clan, he joined Taiyu Valley and had been lying low, cultivating in silence to improve his strength—all for the sake of revenge.
He had volunteered to take part in this plan to besiege and kill Lu Zhenghai. He rarely let such opportunities pass. He had been among those who ambushed the Qingyuan Sect elder last time, and this time was no exception.
Li Dayi was an elder of the Nanhua Sword Sect. Though he cultivated saber techniques within a sword sect, making him rather unusual, his saber arts were formidable. Many had died beneath his blade, and around the Lingyuan Mountain Range, his name carried tremendous weight.
He had also volunteered for the siege against Lu Zhenghai, because he enjoyed fighting experts. It could make his saber sharper.
His saber had been honed on human lives.
"Lu Zhenghai, wouldn't it have been better to hide up on the mountain? Why come down here to throw your life away? My saber still needs a little more honing, so I'll use your iron bones to sharpen it."
Li Dayi spun the long saber in his hand, unable to resist licking his lips before launching the first attack.
Internal Refinement Grandmasters were incredibly fast. The instant Li Dayi moved, Zhao Yuhai's spear moved as well, and Song Tianyu was not slow either.
In an instant, the three surrounded him, aiming to end the battle quickly and deny Lu Zhenghai any chance to resist.
Lu Zhenghai's expression did not change. He turned