Young Master, Catch the Sword!

Wu Jinglei's instinctive suspicion amid his panic made him twist aside warily, interrupting his offensive.

At the same time, a heavy, muffled impact rang out from Lu Feng's side, where he was facing the massive hammer head-on.

Wu Jinglei looked over and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. I thought you had some hidden strength. What a waste of nerves!

Lu Feng looked somewhat bedraggled. The longsword braced across his chest to block, then deflect and send the massive hammer flying, had been jolted crooked.

He had underestimated the immense force attached to the hammer—or rather, he had misjudged the strength he could exert in his current state.

Not only had he failed to deflect the massive hammer and lost his sword in the process, but his chest had also taken a heavy blow, nearly knocking the breath out of him.

Wu Jinglei flashed forward and caught the massive hammer that had only flown away after slamming into Lu Feng. Holding one in each hand, he smashed them together with wild abandon, a smug smile rising at the corners of his mouth. "Well? My Purple Gold Hammers have some real bite, don't they!"

Taking advantage of the gap to catch his breath, Lu Feng had to admit that Wu Jinglei was indeed far stronger than the likes of Lin Wanshan. Without this Profound Mystery Array, Lu Feng knew that with the strength he had displayed at this stage, he truly would have had no way to deal with Wu Jinglei.

"Young Master, catch the sword!"

Not far away, Lin Wanshan threw out his Luan Ying Sword.

The sight made Lin Jinran and the other two beside him widen their eyes, their faces filled with disbelief.

Others might not know, but having grown up under the same roof, they knew better