He had already torn a hole in the heavens anyway, and none of these five would let him off. His successive gains had sent Lu Feng's confidence soaring, filling his heart with towering pride. Today, he would shatter the legend of the Five Divine Swords and use their reputations as his stepping stones.
He drove Rising Sun Shines in the East to its utmost with wood-attribute true qi, making it far more powerful than when Wang Peijun used it. At his deliberate command, the roaring flames swept straight toward all five men on the platform. He intended to fight all five at once.
For a moment, everyone in the Martial Contest Hall was stunned by his madness. The Five Divine Swords represented the strongest young cultivators in the Five Sacred Mountains Divine Continent. Even the most outstanding disciples of their generation from the Northern Evil Path dared not brave their edge.
Defeating even one such man-or merely fighting one to a draw-was something their peers could take pride in. No one had expected Lu Feng to be mad enough to challenge all Five Divine Swords single-handedly.
"Hahaha, good! Now that's a true warrior! Lu Feng, win or lose, I'll remember your name."
Someone laughed heartily, openly declaring his admiration for Lu Feng without regard for those around him. Everyone turned toward the voice and saw a burly man in golden armor, seemingly radiating the commanding aura of a king. He was Ao Wuming, the War God Dao Body of the Heavenly God Palace.
He had already risen to his feet, faint golden light glimmering around him, as though his fighting spirit had been kindled too.
Almost none of those from the Five Sacred Mountains Divine Continent recognized him. They merely felt that someone with such extraordinary bearing could hardly be