Forced by the terrifying aura emanating from Tuoba Yu, Evil Lust immediately reined in his arrogance and no longer dared set his sights on Hu Xianxian.
Boom!
A rust-covered iron sword suddenly shot over from afar, its terrifying momentum gouging a long trench through the crimson earth.
The iron sword stabbed precisely toward Tuoba Yu as he landed.
Yet he raised one hand and easily blocked it before him.
The terrifying shockwave from their collision shattered the ground beneath them into countless cracks. The fire veins were shaken, and threads of scorching heat seeped up from the depths of the earth.
Tuoba Yu glanced at the iron lump on the ground, twisted until it no longer resembled a sword, and said contemptuously, "Is this all the leader of Ghost Gate can do? You think a piece of scrap metal can hurt this old man?"
Lu Feng and his group had by then arrived a hundred meters away from Tuoba Yu and the others. The flying sword he had thrown earlier had merely been picked up casually along the way. It was no fine blade, nor had it contained any sophisticated technique; it had been hurled entirely with brute force.
That Tuoba Yu had blocked it was only to be expected.
Faced with Tuoba Yu's taunts, Lu Feng's expression did not ripple in the slightest.
Feng Sen at his side, however, angrily cursed, "You old Tuoba bastard, how dare you insult our lord's name? If you weren't hiding your head inside that turtle shell of yours all day, you'd have been chopped into eight pieces long ago."
Tuoba Yu's face darkened, veins bulging with rage.
Seeing this, Evil Power stepped forward and shouted, "Are Ghost Gate's people only capable of flapping their gums? Who in the Soul Master Realm doesn't know