All of that had happened far too quickly, so much so that it seemed there was no way anyone could have expected such sudden changes to take place at all.
That thrust of the sword by Lu Xuan looked like some godly move pulled by a superhuman being, and that one thrust killed Song Lingfeng, who had been behaving as if he owned the place mere moments ago.
Lu Xuan turned to look at the crowd with plain, indifferent eyes, as if he was telling them that there was no turning the tables with him.
The notion was ridiculous.
The old guy had been thinking too much.
The place was dead silent then. To put it precisely, no one in the crowd expected either of them to survive such a crazy bombardment, yet not only had Song Lingfeng survived, but Lu Xuan had managed to do so as well.
