Lin Baijian charged forward, closing to within less than five paces of Lu Feng.
Just as everyone believed Lu Feng was about to die by his hand—
Suddenly, a narrow wooden strip as long as a man's waist fell out of thin air, plunging straight into the ground between them. Rocks flew in all directions and the earth trembled as it forcibly cut off Lin Baijian's attack.
Lu Feng looked over and saw that the wooden strip resembled a two- or three-centimeter-wide edge cut from an Eight Immortals table. It was solid wood, without anything remarkable about it—ordinary beyond ordinary. Yet this very length of wood had punched a deep crater into the hard ground before them.
In his earlier battles against Lin Wanshan, Lin Jinran, and the others, even his Five Elements Realm cultivation and a treasured sword nearing Heaven-grade had done no more than leave sword marks across the surface. Yet now, a mere wooden strip had been driven straight into the earth. This alone showed just how terrifying the strength of the person who had thrown it was.
Under the gazes of Lu Feng and Lin Baijian, a figure drifted over from afar, lightly stepping onto the end of the long wooden strip. With his hands clasped behind his back, he stood there in a carefree, proud manner and looked at Lin Baijian.
The newcomer was none other than Zhong Sanxiao, who had long been on guard against Lin Baijian!
"Why does the Family Head need to act in such haste?"
Lin Baijian's expression hardened. Hearing the chill in Zhong Sanxiao's voice, he replied with displeasure, "This boy dared lay such Poison Hand even upon his own sworn brothers. He is vicious to the extreme, and his intentions must be suspect. He cannot be spared. Old Zhong,