At the same time as Lu Feng and Zhong Sanxiao engaged in fierce battle.
On the mountain peak on the other side of Waterfall Mountain, Jun Ziya stood quietly with Bai Ju and Ping Yang, taking in the battlefield below with perfect clarity.
Having witnessed Lu Feng's earlier sword strike, Ping Yang could not help but wonder, "Was that the Night Feather Swordplay the brat used just now?"
Jun Ziya replied coldly, "There is nothing strange about that."
Bai Ju at her side added, "News of the Night Feather Sword Master sending a sword attendant personally to Benevolent Heart Academy caused quite a stir some time ago. It is only reasonable that he learned such swordplay through that connection."
Ping Yang was deeply shaken. "But how long has it even been? He has already trained the Night Feather Swordplay to such a level?!"
Jun Ziya did not respond further and sternly instructed, "When he is about to lose, the two of you will lend him a hand."
Ping Yang asked in surprise, "Has the Pavilion Master taken a liking to his talent?"
Jun Ziya gave a disdainful snort. "He still has value to me. Even if he is to die, he must die by my hand, not at the hands of some mere traitor."
Bai Ju asked grimly, "How should Zhong Sanxiao be dealt with?"
Jun Ziya's killing intent surged forth. "A traitor has only ever had one ending!"
At her words, icy killing intent likewise flashed in Bai Ju's eyes.
At the foot of the mountain, upon the shattered-stone shore.
Lu Feng thrust his sword at Zhong Sanxiao's heart, but in the end, he merely wounded a layer of skin. He could not break through Zhong Sanxiao's protective spiritual energy at all.
The disparity in their strength was simply