Six swords flew in unison, their might shaking the heavens.
Before they even struck Bu Junfeng, the overwhelming power radiating from the six swords had already formed a terrifying storm. The surrounding space began to collapse, the sun and moon dimmed, and it was as though the apocalypse had arrived.
Yet Bu Junfeng, standing at the very heart of the storm, remained unusually calm and composed, his gaze firm and focused.
The charming smile on his face seemed as though it would never fade.
"Kill!"
Seeing that Bu Junfeng neither defended himself nor dodged, Lu Qingjun believed this was the perfect opportunity. He controlled the six blades and sent them stabbing toward Bu Junfeng.
Urgency showed in his eyes, which were bloodshot, as though he had exhausted every ounce of his strength.
But at that moment—
Bu Junfeng, surrounded by the six swords, slowly raised his foot and stepped forward. Clenching his five fingers into a fist, he punched ahead. His terrifying might instantly tore open a gap in the encirclement of the six swords.
The Immortal Severing Sword was sent flying by Bu Junfeng's punch.
Among the countless clans and sects of the Chen Family, the Soul Refinement Sect was revered above all.
"Are all the martial artists of the Northern Territory the sort of cowards who attack from the shadows?"
Bu Junfeng's punch was light in movement yet heavy in force. It sent Lu Qingjun's body spinning and tumbling in midair several times before he finally landed a hundred meters away.
"Brother Lu, forgive me!"
Many people wanted to experience the methods of Bu Junfeng, the Holy Son, for themselves.
At that moment—
Lu Qingjun's voice had barely faded when he shot out from within the formation of the Northern Territory martial artists and arrived before Lu Qingjun.