Whose Home Does the Flower Fall Upon?

Lu Suifeng had to admit that the gray-clothed elder’s defense was indeed top-notch, and his keen reflexes were also impressive.

However, the elder himself was deeply shaken by the seemingly casual and floating sword strike, causing cold sweat to break out on his body.

It was a close call that almost cost him his life, and the thought of it sent shivers down his spine.

Once again, Lu Suifeng’s aura soared, and his entire being exuded a stronger and more refined presence.

His unwavering and majestic aura gradually condensed, resembling a towering mountain.

Lu Suifeng made another move, stepping forward just like before, but this time, one could clearly see the sword in his hand: narrow, two fingers wide, and thin as a cicada’s wing, identical to Yun Wuya’s sword.

With a graceful and ethereal motion, the sword appeared to be floating, its cicada-wing-like blade trembling slightly, emitting a faint buzzing sound.