As Yong Ye Honored One and Xiang Chang shifted their blade momentum, Lu Feng instantly felt pressure stemming from the Thousand Transformations Blade Array.
The densely interwoven blade momentum, uneven in strength, suddenly vanished without a trace. Other than the rustling that sounded like willow branches swaying in the wind, there was no longer any sign of Yong Ye and Xiang Chang's blade momentum to be found.
It was as though the entire space had been blanketed by that faint yet ear-filling rustle, making it impossible to divide one's focus and notice anything else.
In a moment of distraction, a blade mark suddenly landed across Lu Feng's chest.
Blood instantly soaked through his outer garment.
The sudden pain jolted Lu Feng awake, and he finally understood.
That seemingly vanished blade momentum had not truly disappeared. It had been concealed through intimidation on the level of the soul, using obscure and profound Soul Power to bewilder him.
Yong Ye caught the change in Lu Feng's aura. Seeing him begin to probe and resist with Soul Power, he could not help but furrow his brow.
He was plainly dissatisfied with Xiang Chang's earlier hasty strike. Before the Thousand Sound Illusory Willow Array Momentum had been fully laid out, exposing their attack so rashly was undoubtedly an utterly foolish act.
Xiang Chang's blade, swung in his eagerness for revenge, was no different from beating the grass to startle the snake, ruining this fine situation.
Yet given their absolute advantage in strength, Yong Ye did not take it too much to heart. The blade momentum had already covered most of the area. He believed that no matter how capable Lu Feng was, he could no longer stir up any waves.
Watching Lu Feng send out sword lights in disorderly slashes, blindly bombarding the space