"Die!"
Lu Ren showed no mercy. He stepped forward, his true energy exploding as though a dragon and elephant were trampling the earth, and drew his sword to slash at Nalan Fei.
Clang!
Nalan Fei raised his longsword to block, but it was sent flying straight from his hand.
Lu Ren knocked Nalan Fei's sword away with one strike, then swung his sword again.
Whoosh!
Sword light flashed, slicing across Nalan Fei's neck and sending a spray of blood into the air.
Cough, cough!
Nalan Fei's eyes widened. He wanted to speak, but discovered that no words would come out.
Thud!
Nalan Fei's body crashed heavily to the ground. He was already clinging to life by a thread.
He had never imagined that he, a dignified Fifth-grade Bloodline genius at the fourth level of the Spirit Stream Realm, would fall into the hands of someone with a Scrap Bloodline.
Off to the side, Chu Feiyang's face had gone blank. He was numb with shock and filled with terror.
Lu Ren had actually killed Nalan Fei—a genius with a Fifth-grade Bloodline.
One moment ago, Lu Ren had been hunted by them and hovering between life and death. The next, not only had his injuries healed completely, he had even unleashed a special secret technique and counter-killed Nalan Fei.
This string of changes was impossible for him to accept.
Seeing Lu Ren walk toward him step by step, Chu Feiyang cried out in horror, "Lu Ren, what are you doing? I'm a genius of the Imperial Dao Sect! If you dare kill me, the Imperial Dao Sect won't let you off, and my senior brother Gu Yifan certainly won't spare you!"
After throwing down that threat, Chu Feiyang did not dare linger and fled in panic.
Naturally, Lu Ren had no intention