Rage of Returning Ruins

However.

As the sword force closed in, Gongliang Yuxiao saw Lu Feng instinctively use his own body to shield his daughter at the critical moment. It felt as though a giant hammer had slammed into his heart, leaving him utterly aghast.

At the very last instant before the jade flute pierced Lu Feng's body, he hurriedly twisted it aside.

Rip!

Yet its fierce momentum still sliced through the clothing over half of Lu Feng's body, carving a gruesome wound across his chest.

The redirected strike had not exhausted its remaining force, and Gongliang Yuxiao's charging momentum crashed down upon Lu Feng all at once. It was as though he had suffered a savage Overlord's Might Fist as well. Unable to defend in time, his entire body nearly seemed to be torn apart.

"W-why didn't you dodge?!"

Gongliang Yuxiao stood frozen where he was, staring at Lu Feng in stunned disbelief. Even the hand clutching the jade flute trembled faintly.

He knew full well that after his sword had veered aside, Lu Feng had every chance to counterattack while enduring the injury. At worst, he could have used his daughter's body as a shield, or abandoned her and retreated to evade and bleed off the force. No matter what, he could have minimized the injuries that followed.

Yet Lu Feng had chosen, without deviating in the slightest, to withstand the domineering residual force of his sword strike head-on.

"Heh~" Seeing Liu Chenzhou and the other two still standing suspiciously in the distance, Lu Feng gave a bloodthirsty sneer. He spat out a mouthful of bloody foam and maintained his heretical cultivator's demeanor as he said disdainfully, "If I hadn't, wouldn't you have snatched this little girl away? How else was I supposed to find you and squeeze some profit out of