"Madman... He's a madman..."
Someone narrowly escaped Lu Feng's sword, clutching his nearly split-open skull as he screamed in terror.
But before he could retreat more than a few steps, the longsword Lu Feng had flung from his hand pierced through his body.
The longsword flew with tremendous force, passing straight through him and, using his body as cover, grievously wounding another person approaching from behind.
Seeing this, Lu Feng threw back his head and laughed maniacally, seemingly very pleased with his double kill in a single strike.
"Quick, attack together! He doesn't have a sword in his hand anymore!"
Someone roared furiously at the crowd shrinking back around them.
"It's come to this already! Let's fight this devil to the death!"
Someone else chimed in, urging them on.
Yet neither of the two who had spoken made any motion to charge forward. They merely raised their hands in pretense, clearly having been thoroughly cowed by Lu Feng's murderous bearing.
Though some of the others did rush forward, their momentum was noticeably far weaker.
Lu Feng was clearly no longer in his right mind, yet he paid no heed whatsoever to these people's reactions. Though he no longer held a longsword, after casually slapping to death a Heaven Soul Realm third-stage Soul Master who approached him, he smoothly snatched the broadsword from that man's hand.
The next moment, he wielded the blade as a sword and slashed at the others nearby.
Sword Light flashed from the blade's edge. Even his casual attacks remained so flawless and tricky that they made people's scalps go numb.
It was once again an embodiment of the Sword's Basic Form.
This scene left everyone beyond mere shock.
It was one thing to seize someone else's weapon, achieve the state of oneness between man and sword,