By this point, if Fei Heng still could not guess who had tampered with Zhaoming, he would be unworthy of being the Feather Race's Great Elder.
He finally understood why Lu Ye had so readily thrown Zhaoming back earlier. So there had been a hidden move all along. The bond between him and Zhaoming ran deep; how could he have imagined that his partner would suddenly strike at him with such venom?
Caught off guard, he had suffered such grievous injuries.
Yet he still could not understand what kind of deadly poison it was, one capable of instantly killing a powerhouse like Zhaoming!
And the countless lives on the island that had withered away in an instant just now—were they also connected to this poison?
If so, when had the poison been planted?
Had he been poisoned too?
In that instant, countless thoughts raced through Fei Heng's mind.
Before his eyes, saber light suddenly blazed as brilliantly as the sun. Violent force crashed in from the front, and the spell shield shattered in an instant.
Fei Heng's pupils contracted. For the first time, he truly felt Lu Ye's strength erupt. This was actually a powerhouse only one step below himself!
Since when had Long Cloud Island gained such a person? He had known nothing of him before.
With a lift of his hand, he pressed two fingers together and jabbed toward the Crag Mountain Saber. With a clang, Lu Ye's body jolted and the blade veered aside.
Lu Ye raised his brows. Judging purely by their strength, this Feather Race Great Elder truly stood on the same level as Blood Calamity. Both had likely reached the utmost limit of their respective cultivation paths.
At present, he seemingly was not quite a match for him.
But compared to his battle against