The Seventh Fort Master raised his sword to meet him. For some reason, watching Lu Feng stroll over with such apparent nonchalance, he felt an inexplicable chill and panic in his heart, as though an invisible aura had enveloped him.
Yet seeing how young Lu Feng looked, he forced himself to steady his mind.
"You're courting death!" The Seventh Fort Master struck first, placing all blame for his unsettled emotions squarely on Lu Feng, bent on killing him as quickly as possible.
However.
Just as he was about to make his move, his pupils suddenly contracted.
The lazy figure of Lu Feng approaching him abruptly vanished from sight.
"Watch out!"
Zhou Wangtian, the First Fort Master, could not help shouting a warning.
The Seventh Fort Master felt as though thorns were pressing against his back. A terrifying chill came from behind him and to one side, and he instinctively twisted around, raising his sword to block.
Clang! Clang!
Sure enough.
Lu Feng had already swept behind him, a razor-sharp edge slicing straight for his neck.
"It's Lone Goose Flash!" Qi Wansu clenched both fists in excitement.
"Not just that!" Yin Xiaolou cried excitedly.
Bang! Bang!
The Seventh Fort Master had barely caught his breath after successfully blocking the strike when the force of the collision drove him back. Then he felt another terrifying momentum surge against his back.
Who's ambushing me?
Panic filled the Seventh Fort Master's heart. What followed was a tearing agony across his back as a streak of Sword Light ripped through his clothing and flesh, leaving behind a curved sword wound deep enough to expose bone.
He turned around, yet saw no one at all. It was completely unlike what he had imagined—there had been no ambush.
It was merely a streak of Sword Light Lu