The sharp aura within the sword remained, but it had weakened beyond description. Once, the Embroidered Sword had been like a ferocious tiger. Now it had become a wildcat-and one stripped of its claws and fangs at that.
Old bastard, you tricked me! Lu Feng roared inwardly, bitterly unwilling to accept it.
The sword was still the same sword, but the High Priest had clearly tampered with it.
"Hahaha! Ridiculous!" The High Priest's laughter came from every direction. "We were enemies to begin with, yet you actually believed your enemy would make things easier for you. Taking a loss now counts as a gain."
"There's no point wasting words. Decide the winner before you start talking reason. Don't say I didn't warn you: this is a battlefield of life and death, not some simple sparring match."
As the High Priest's words fell, Xiang Jiu's attack was already upon him.
That halberd strike, as though splitting heaven and earth at creation, tore through the night sky. Only a single line of cold light remained, condensing the full measure of Xiang Jiu's witch power and fighting spirit.
In their battle three years ago, Lu Feng had not won, but the Witch Clan had effectively lost. No explanation could change that. Only killing him could restore their honor.
The High Priest had told Xiang Jiu to defeat a stronger Lu Feng. For that purpose, he had never stopped cultivating over the past three years. Everything would receive its answer today.
Even though his opponent was a realm below him, Xiang Jiu did not entertain the slightest carelessness. Even a lion hunting a rabbit used its full strength.
The halberd slashed down with unstoppable force. Lu Feng's figure suddenly blurred, then became more than a dozen Lu Fengs fleeing in every direction.
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