Watching Shi Ziye, the bearer of the Martial God Dao Body, charge at him, Lu Feng cursed inwardly. His opponent had not discovered his identity. Like the bearer of the Strength God Dao Body and the others, he merely wanted to clear everyone else out.
Although treasure light soared into the sky above Mirror Fate Mountain, the treasure itself had yet to emerge. Rather than wait until it appeared and contend with ten thousand people, it was better to drive out those who lacked sufficient strength now.
If someone of mediocre strength lucked into obtaining the treasure while the top Innate Dao Bodies fought one another later, that would be quite the farce.
More importantly, unless they threw the mountain into chaos, how could they carry out their plan and strike at Su Yuexin later?
Shi Ziye was formidable. The Martial God Dao Body entered the Dao through martial arts and was far from ordinary.
The top Dao Bodies tacitly fought their own battles, avoiding clashes with one another.
As he fought his way forward, countless cultivators lost the ability to fight again. Like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, he was unstoppable.
As ill luck would have it, Lu Feng stood right in his path and immediately became his target.
Dodging would not have been difficult, but Ao Wuming and the Five Divine Swords had all seen the Yan'e Drunken Immortal Steps. They would probably recognize his Five Elements techniques as well, and using the Dao Evolution Sword was even more out of the question.
Several thoughts flashed through Lu Feng's mind, but he could no longer worry about all that. He immediately circulated the true qi within him along the pathways used for witch power. His strength surged, and he met the attack with a palm strike devoid