Under the influence of the soul consciousness attack carried by Sun Liuliu's Gloomy Moon Seven String Claw, Lu Feng's emotions were suddenly infected, and in an instant, he became several degrees more despondent and gloomy.
Yet this despondency did not make him lose focus or give up resisting. On the contrary, it stirred his state of mind.
The Great Compassion Sword swept horizontally out from beneath the water, meeting Sun Liuliu's fierce palm strike head-on.
Amid the shockwave, even the splashing droplets were frozen into icy shards by the chill diffusing from Sun Liuliu's palm force.
Fortunately, Sun Liuliu was far weaker than Jun Ziya.
Even wounded and with unsteady breath, Lu Feng was by no means someone Sun Liuliu could kill.
On the contrary, with just one strike, he sent Sun Liuliu reeling several meters back from the edge of the spring.
Lu Feng did not prolong the fight, nor did he offer any further explanation. With Sun Liuliu blinded by rage and devoid of reason, no explanation would reach her ears.
Besides, there was already enmity between them. They were enemies, not friends, so there was no need to explain anything!
Although Lu Feng's current condition left him unafraid of the likes of Sun Liuliu, it would still be difficult for him to avenge himself and kill her outright. Thus, beyond blocking Sun Liuliu's attack, this sword strike was more intended to churn up the water and obscure her vision and figure, allowing him to flee at the first opportunity.
By the time the curtain of water fell, Lu Feng had already shot out from the bottom of the Clear Spring and run more than ten meters away.
The foot of the mountain was not as barren as the cliff top. Vegetation grew wildly here, and as Lu