"I can give you time to recover your energy!"
"It's fine. There's still plenty of time. We don't need to rush."
Bu Junfeng looked at Lu Qingjun, whose aura was in disarray, and spoke with calm composure.
"No need." Lu Qingjun shook his head. "My strength has more or less recovered. It's only my spiritual energy that's recovering more slowly."
"It won't affect me."
Lu Qingjun stepped forward and stood beside Chen Yule and Yi Heze. The three men, each wielding a sword, stared fiercely at Bu Junfeng.
"Lu Qingjun, the Holy Son of Qi Lingyu's Seven Absolutes City; Yi Heze, the Holy Son of Pacifying Heaven Sword Sect in Ten Thousand Saints Mountain; Chen Yule of the Chen Family in the Chu Kingdom..." Bu Junfeng's gaze swept over the three men one by one, an enchanting smile appearing at the corners of his lips.
"Even in the distant Northern Region, I've heard the names of all three of you like thunder ringing in my ears. It seems I truly can't afford to be careless today. Otherwise, I'm afraid I might lose my life at your hands!" Bu Junfeng spoke with a smile that was not quite a smile. He slowly began to warm up, rolling his arms and wrists, looking as though he intended to fight a great battle.
Perhaps even Bu Junfeng knew that Chen Yule, Yi Heze, and Lu Qingjun were all the most outstanding Holy Sons in the Devil Realm Eastern Region, and that they were also the foremost sword cultivators among the Holy Sons. If he let down his guard, he might very well suffer a crushing loss at their hands.
Thus, he had no choice but to give it his all!
"Be careful, everyone. The battle to come will likely consist of moves that