Yue Tianqiong and Mo Qianqiu could not help but feel a flicker of panic the moment they met Lu Feng's gaze.
Lu Feng was clearly not displaying much anger at that moment, yet they felt a deep dread rising from the bottoms of their hearts.
It was as though an ancient ferocious beast had broken free of its shackles and was now regarding them as food.
As Shao Yang and the others watched Lu Feng approach, watched the familiar figure in his present state, it felt as if invisible hands had seized their hearts and squeezed them until they ached.
In their memories, their master had always been so handsome and unrestrained, so dashing and at ease. Yet now, he had become a haggard, disheveled middle-aged man, his forehead covered in wrinkles and large patches of his hair turned gray, as though he had suddenly aged ten or twenty years.
The contrast was so stark that they could scarcely imagine what pain and blows he had suffered to be reduced to such a state.
In an instant, every one of them felt anguish well up in their hearts, hurting so badly they could barely breathe.
"Little devil! Since you dared step out of the formation, then die!"
An elderly saber wielder swept to a spot not far from Yue Tianqiong and angrily shouted at Lu Feng.
Seven or eight equally furious men carrying sabers followed behind him.
Lu Feng glanced at the broad saber adorned with nine rings and identified the newcomers.
A biting killing intent swept toward the old man.
It startled his expression rigid.
"Little devil, our Nine Ring Sect may disregard the grudges between righteousness and evil, but we cannot ignore the death of Du Lehu of our sect! Today, you will pay with your life!"
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