A powerful aura rippled in the air as a young figure appeared; it was Lin Fei.
Lin Fei looked at Elder Lu Ming and the other two elders, then glanced at the injured Lin Yunhai and others in the forest below. He couldn't help but think to himself: Seems like I'm not too late!
Then, Lin Fei's gaze fell upon Elder Lu Ming's face. He could hardly believe that only days ago, Elder Lu Ming had been obliterated by his sword, "Meteor Chasing the Moon," yet now stood unharmed before him.
Elder Lu Ming also recognized Lin Fei, and his eyes suddenly flashed with hatred. If it weren't for his practice of the avatar technique and the transformation with the plum blossom deer, he would have died under Lin Fei's sword.
Enemies meet, and at once the scene turned fierce.
"It's you, brat!" Elder Lu Ming's eyes were sharp as he stared at Lin Fei, his fists clenched tightly, joints crackling.
Lin Fei's expression remained calm as he said, "Indeed, it's me. I didn't expect you to survive."
