When masters exchanged blows, victory and defeat often hinged on a single thought.
Within just a few exchanges, the gruesome deaths of their two junior brothers had sown fear in Yan Yunkun and the dual-axe wielder, piling frost atop the snow of their already dire disadvantage.
After landing his strike, Zhao Feng did not pause for an instant. He turned and swept his great spear sideways, unleashing Sweep Across a Thousand Armies. The fierce wind of his spear blasted toward the dual-axe master on his right.
The dual-axe wielder had already lost his nerve. He swung both axes to cover his openings while retreating at speed!
On the other side, Yan Yunkun gritted his teeth and shook the Blood-Drinking Sword. Its golden sword light grew even more dazzling as he attacked Zhao Feng's back, forcing Zhao Feng to change his move midway. He flicked the spear tip back, intending to intercept Yan Yunkun's sword strike halfway.
Seeing that he had forced Zhao Feng to turn his attack back, Yan Yunkun immediately changed his own move. The Blood-Drinking Sword skimmed almost flush against Zhao Feng's spear shaft and stabbed toward his ribs.
Zhao Feng leaned aside, turned his wrist, and thrust his spear upward in a backhand strike straight at Yan Yunkun's throat. Yan Yunkun hurriedly withdrew his attack and retreated.
"Brother Yan, now that's more like it!" Zhao Feng smiled faintly at the pale-faced Yan Yunkun.
"You were all too impatient earlier. If you'd fought like this from the start, it would have been more interesting."
As Zhao Feng spoke, he glanced at the Divine Wind Eagle high overhead. It was too far away for his arrows to reach.
Yan Yunkun's face was ashen. He knew that at this point, either Zhao Feng died or he did.
He exchanged a