Though Lu Feng knew full well that he was no match for them, simply giving up and waiting for death went against his nature.
Even if he could not win, even if this battle would surely end in death, he would still pour every ounce of strength into fighting. Even if this was to be the last battle of his life!
Fearless, without dread! The Killing Heart Art circulated to its limit, his killing intent surging to the heavens. At this life-or-death moment, he forgot timidity, fear, forgot every emotion.
There was only battle in his eyes, only killing in his heart! Ten meters, nine meters, eight meters... As the two figures abruptly accelerated, the ten-meter distance vanished in an instant.
The tense atmosphere climbed to its peak, a deadly battle on the verge of eruption. Wu Ying was so terrified that he nearly shut his eyes, waiting for the dreadful assault to crush down upon him.
He could already picture himself being struck by a halberd until his soul scattered, or pierced through the heart by countless arrows and annihilated.
Yet after waiting in silence, no movement came for a long while. He suddenly opened his eyes. Lu Feng still wore a solemn expression, his raised hand still held in the Sword Fingers gesture, but his earlier killing intent had faded, replaced by an exceedingly strange look.
Glancing from the corner of his eye toward a spot three meters ahead, he saw that the two figures had actually knelt there with utmost reverence, assuming the posture of subjects bowing before their ruler.
Wu Ying instantly understood why Lu Feng looked so strange. Who would not be dumbfounded for several moments at a sight like this?
"What's going on?" Wu Ying asked Lu Feng through the faintest thread of Soul