There had to be a priceless treasure hidden there; otherwise, the fighting would never have been so savage. The fragment of the Nine Netherworld Divine Lantern was also very likely somewhere in that room.
The thought flashed through Zhao Feng's mind.
Clearly, he was not the only one thinking it. Everyone's eyes flickered, and the atmosphere grew taut, ready to explode at a touch.
Someone quietly took a step toward the circular platform behind them, then stopped. The killing intent around him had already locked onto him.
The air froze. At that instant, Murong Fu suddenly sprang up and lunged toward the circular platform.
"Damn it!"
"Stop him!"
Murong Fu accelerated again. He shifted from a normal walking pace into a charge. While the others were still guarding against attacks from those around them, he had already crossed the water-scoured stone slabs in the center of the cavern, covering roughly a third of the distance to the circular platform. Zhou Hui followed close behind, his steps tighter than Murong Fu's, staying within about two paces and protecting him without falling behind.
At last, streaks of sword light and saber radiance shot toward them from behind, hemming them in.
Bang! Bang! Zhou Hui and Murong Fu both drew their swords to block, pausing for an instant.
But in that very instant-
Someone had already cut across their path before they could reach the circular platform.
Two local Eastern Sea martial artists pursued them from the shadows to one side. One wielded twin sabers, the other a broad-bladed short halberd, forming a crossing barrier between Murong Fu and the platform.
"Move!"
Zhou Hui roared. He did not slow before making contact. His sword rose beside his body in a flash of light, and his sword qi met the twin sabers off-center, cutting