Luo Feng pondered over the subtle discord in Lu Zhao's swordsmanship.
Swipe!
Seeing Luo Feng lost in thought, Lu Zhao's eyes turned cold. He pushed his Shattered Shadow Step to the extreme, stirring the airflow into a haze of shadows, darting wildly through the dense forest. His true form hid in the shadows of trees, circling to Luo Feng's side.
"Die!"
He infused all his Yuan Qi into his treasured sword. Lu Zhao's right arm became a blur, and the sharp sword light vanished instantly into the void.
Though this strike lacked the previous intent realm, its angle was extremely tricky, its speed faster, like a cold venomous snake diving at Luo Feng. The surrounding air it touched was sliced into tatters by the sharp aura, unable to recombine.
"I've been waiting for you."
Luo Feng sneered, executing the Sky Cloud Step, leaning back and shooting backward.
