Rustle, rustle, rustle!
Lu Feng gathered his thoughts and returned to the courtyard. Seeing Shi Yu and the others quietly preparing to flee, he raised a hand and beckoned. Several flying swords shot forth in an instant, cutting off their path and forcing them back into the courtyard.
"Young Master~"
Outside the courtyard, countless elders and disciples of Cold River Thirteen Forts cried out anxiously and rushed toward the yard in a swarm. Yet a sharp sword Lu Feng had casually suspended before the gate forcibly intimidated them back. Feeling the terrifying array force radiating from that sword, no one dared make another rash move, and they stood rooted to the spot in horror.
There was no doubt that if they dared take a step inside, that sword would likely sever their heads from their bodies in an instant.
Shi Yu watched as the three Fort Masters ended up with one dead, one wounded, and one fled. Watching Lu Feng's swift, decisive methods of killing, even his legs trembled, his eyes filled with fearful resentment.
He hated the Qi Family for urging him to get involved without properly investigating matters. He loathed the likes of Xu Qingqing for fanning the flames until things had reached this point. More than anything, he hated that Lu Feng, a mere impostor, was so wildly audacious—utterly unafraid of Cold River and daring to make a move against him, the Young Master.
Xu Qingqing shouted furiously, "You dare! You are kidnapping Cold River's Young Master! Do you know the consequences? Release us at once and kneel to apologize!"
At her words, a surge of nether qi shot through Shi Yu. He spun around and slapped Xu Qingqing across the face, roaring, "Shut your mouth!"
In this situation, how did she dare act like this!?
Shi