The old man still had the upper hand, drawing his sword first. Dozens of strands of True Qi coalesced like white silk in front of his sword so that when the brilliant sword clashed, the shattered True Qi pushed the surrounding dust and fallen leaves into a circular pattern.
He held his sword to block the strike, his face trembling slightly. One can imagine the gritting of his teeth beneath.
Lu Yunsheng's cultivation at Tianshan wasn't particularly extraordinary but when brought to the jianghu, or to any specific region, the oppressive sensation brought about by his "Seven Level" is heavy indeed.
So he had no doubts about single-handedly killing the culprit. Gu Yunfu had also said, "The matter brother Yunsheng is undertaking isn't that dangerous." Because when seven-level faces seven-level, there's no reason for a Wei Fengchi disciple to lose.
If it weren't for Meng Chuyuan's presence, Lu Yunsheng alone could kill the two seven-levels in front of him without paying a heavy price.
