"Old Lu, it's me—I'm Old Tang!"
Tang Yuan hurriedly spoke, trying to awaken Lu Feng, who had lost his reason to killing intent.
But all he received was Lu Feng's cold glance.
Tang Yuan was about to step closer.
Yet Lu Feng raised his hand and sent out a fierce Sword Light, which slashed a crack directly into the ground before Tang Yuan.
Seeing that Lu Feng still had such strength to spare, Tang Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Though Lu Feng's injuries looked grave, the restorative aid of the Wood Element Qi from the Eastern Soul Wood he had refined meant they were not truly serious.
He also understood the meaning behind Lu Feng's strike: he was telling him not to come any closer.
"Old Lu is still conscious!"
Tang Yuan's eyes filled with excitement and relief. Under such Demonic Qi and killing intent, if Lu Feng had truly lost his reason, that sword would never have struck the ground—it would have cleaved straight at them.
Fu Qingqing was startled. After hesitating, she shouted at Lu Feng, "Since you're awake, hurry up and undo the restriction inside me. Don't end up dying yourself and drag me down with you. Let me tell you, now that I and—"
Before Fu Qingqing could finish the latter half of her sentence, an even more chilling killing intent crashed toward her from Lu Feng.
Sensing the blatant threat in Fu Qingqing's words, Lu Feng did not hold back this time.
The moment he attacked, several fierce Sword Lights shot out, brimming with a sword intent that was both desolate and enraged.
Fu Qingqing hurriedly raised her defenses in horror, only to be forcibly driven half a step back. Her face stiffened; she had clearly not expected Lu Feng to be so