"Hahaha, Old Ancestor Hongjun, you're wounded now, and badly at that. Do you really think you can defeat me? How laughable!"
Seeing the expression on Old Ancestor Hongjun's face, Lu Feng could not help bursting into laughter.
"Hmph, Lu Feng, you're the one courting death!"
At those words, Old Ancestor Hongjun snorted coldly. His figure blurred as he charged at Lu Feng again, swift as racing thunder.
Whoosh!
Just then, a biting streak of sword light silently sliced through the void and appeared before Old Ancestor Hongjun, stabbing viciously toward his chest.
Old Ancestor Hongjun's pupils abruptly contracted, and his expression instantly turned extremely grim.
Only then did he finally react.
"Hmph, trying to ambush me? How laughable!"
Old Ancestor Hongjun curled his lip disdainfully and hastily twisted aside, dodging the strike. Without mercy, he thrust the spear in his hand hard at that fiercely sharp streak of sword light.
Clang!
A crisp metallic clash rang through the void. Old Ancestor Hongjun's spear slammed into the sword light and pierced it through. Yet unlike before, the sword light did not shatter under his blow; it merely left a shallow sword mark on the spear's tip.
"What is this sword light? How can it be so strange?" At the sight, a flicker of horror flashed through Old Ancestor Hongjun's eyes, and he could not help crying out.
"Heh heh, this sword is called the Soul Devouring Sword. It's a magical treasure forged from the purest soul power in the Nine Netherworld Hell!"
Lu Feng sneered as he spoke.
"Soul power from the Nine Netherworld Hell? Impossible. He only has Saint-level cultivation. How could he possess such a heaven-defying treasure?"
Hearing Lu Feng's words, Old Ancestor Hongjun spoke with shock written all over his face.
"Heh, whether you believe it or not,