Clang! Clatter!
Hu Weiliang felt that he could not use his exquisite swordsmanship at all, because he could not even get close. The massive spear crashed toward him like a mountain, striking his sword with unerring precision again and again.
An immense, irresistible force shook his chest numb. His wrist went numb as well, and though he clung desperately to his sword, he was battered down onto the river.
Uncle Fu was faring no better. Already wounded, he wielded his flexible sword like a whip, trying to avoid meeting force with force and merely support his young master's attacks.
But when he saw his young master knocked down onto the river, panic seized him, and his opponent immediately caught the opening.
Zhao Feng shook his massive spear and flicked Uncle Fu's flexible sword aside. Uncle Fu immediately released it and flew backward, but Zhao Feng let go with his left hand and thrust the spear forward with his right alone. Like a venomous snake darting from its hole, it was blindingly fast.
Squelch! The spear pierced Uncle Fu's chest, and Zhao Feng lifted him with one hand and flung him away.
"Uncle Fu!"
Seeing the old servant who had followed his grandfather for decades speared to death, Hu Weiliang cried out in grief.
Then a chill spread through his entire body.
A Martial Suppression Guard! How could a mere Martial Suppression Guard possess such terrifying strength?
This man definitely wasn't an ordinary Martial Suppression Guard! He had to be one of their experts!
Without hesitation, Hu Weiliang flipped and sprang up from the river. His true qi erupted, wind rose beneath his feet, and he left an afterimage across the surface, his footsteps cleaving wave after wave!
"Trying to leave? Too late!" Zhao Feng could tell that this man's movement