A sword flew through the air, cutting through the sky like a rainbow, directly aiming at the dragon scale emerging from the broken lake.

The dragon scale in mid-air was unable to evade, but cunningly twisted its body.

Clang.

The flying sword, under the Sword Control Technique, struck the dragon scale, but made a sound like metal clashing with stone, completely failing to penetrate, and simply left a white mark as it scraped the dragon scale's surface.

Li Feng naturally sensed the commotion behind him, but there was no time to turn back; he plunged directly into the lake.

The next moment.

The dragon scale diving towards him also plunged into the lake, but it was provoked by the sword wielder and ignored Li Feng, twisting its body to charge towards a bamboo raft twenty or thirty meters away.

"Senior Brother Lu, this dragon scale looks like the overlord of the lake. We cannot possibly be a match for the Dragon Scale King; let's hurry and leave."

Bai Yutang swallowed hard. This lake was not home to just one dragon scale but a small group, with the origin of the dragon scales unknown.

However, this dammed lake was formed after an earthquake, with rumored connections to underground areas, but no one knows for sure.

Given the presence of these dragon scale creatures, no one dares to venture into the lake on a whim, and even sailing on the lake is a feat only for the brave and skilled.

Lu Ziyue clenched his teeth, having seen the result of his sword strike. The sword in his hand was no ordinary item, but a treasure crafted from high-quality materials, capable of slicing iron like mud.

His sword merely left a shallow white mark on the dragon scale.

No wonder the dragon scale's scales support such astonishing inner armor defense—it's truly a treasure.

To kill a dragon scale, one must strike it unawares, stabbing into its mouth to vanquish the armor-defying creature, though it's easier said than done.

"Not good, this dragon scale is coming for us."

The dragon scale's dorsal fin sliced through the mirror-like surface of the lake, directly heading towards the bamboo raft.

"Don't panic."

Lu Ziyue watched the rapidly swimming dragon scale, recalling the flying sword. The dragon scale's speed in the lake was extraordinary, covering dozens of meters in the blink of an eye.

The dragon scale's massive body collided with the bamboo raft like a submarine, instantly shattering it into pieces.

At the critical moment, Lu Ziyue and Bai Yutang leapt a second early, landing on their flying swords.

Li Feng, hiding in the water, poked his head out to observe the two suspended mid-air—a masterful display of telekinesis.

Sword Flight, huh?

This truly feels like cultivation magic.

But before they could show off for three seconds, the dragon scale dove into the lake, reaching a certain depth before accelerating like an arrow released from a bow, charging at the person standing on the flying sword.

The next moment, the bone sword in front of the dragon scale pierced through a person's shoulder, blood splattering instantly, and he could no longer stand on the flying sword, plunging into the lake.

"Bai Yutang!"

Seeing his brother fall into the lake, Lu Ziyue landed on scattered bamboo and maneuvered his flying sword at the dragon scale.

The flying sword struck the dragon scale again to no avail.

The dragon scale disappeared into the lake again.

"Come out, dragon scale, come out!"

Standing on the bamboo, Lu Ziyue shouted loudly, while Bai Yutang's fate in the lake was unknown. But the uncertainty didn't last long; the dragon scale surged from the lake, with a human impaled on its bone sword, which pierced the person's back, blood continuously flowing from the open wound.

The person was undeniably dead.

Lu Ziyue saw this and finally panicked: "Yutang, I have done this to you."

Lu Ziyue murmured, daring not to linger on the lake, as he used the scattered bamboo to propel himself towards the shore, quickly skimming across the water.

Lu Ziyue stepped on the bamboo to escape.

Li Feng observed Lu Ziyue's skill; the other's abilities were not weak, and just using the flying sword technique was already impressive—the Ancient Martial Family's Sword Control Technique was renowned.

Not to mention the awe-inspiring mastery of flying a sword back and forth.

Although Lu Ziyue struggled to kill the dragon scale, he was not weak. Detecting the dragon scale's movements, Lu Ziyue leapt, landing back on the nearby flying sword.

The dragon scale burst from the lake but was half a beat too late, missing the target clearly. While killing the dragon scale was difficult for Lu Ziyue, escaping was feasible; otherwise, he wouldn't have arrogantly hunted the dragon scale.

Stepping on the flying sword, using it for leverage to leap forward, he landed on another bamboo and swiftly bounded forward.

Repeating the process, Lu Ziyue flew towards the shore.

Li Feng witnessed this—the other could control the sword, but flying while standing on it was clearly beyond his reach.

Li Feng knew a sword weighed at least seven or eight pounds; controlling such weight required tremendous Telekinesis, and the greater the weight, the higher the demand for Spiritual Power—almost exponentially.

Let alone flying.

This required immense skill.

For Lu Ziyue to hover on the flying sword and stand still was already remarkable.

Sensing Lu Ziyue's pending escape, could Li Feng allow it?

While Lu Ziyue was capable of jumping far, uninhibited by resistance, reaching the shore in a moment, Li Feng was not; he was still in the lake.

Clearly, once Lu Ziyue escaped, the dragon scale would turn and devour him.

Better my ally dies than me.

Li Feng executed a mental shock as Lu Ziyue sprang and relied on the sword for leverage.

Though the mental shock wasn't strong, the timing was impeccable.

Lu Ziyue, controlling the flying sword with concentrated Spiritual Power and sensing the dragon scale's position, was stretched thin.

Unexpectedly attacked, Lu Ziyue's flying sword lost control, and without leverage, he stepped into thin air, unable to resist falling.

The dragon scale underwater was prepared, leaping out to slay Lu Ziyue with a swift blow from its bone sword, cutting him in half.

The scene was gruesomely bloody.

The lake surface was instantly stained with red.

Seizing the moment, Li Feng dashed a dozen meters closer to the shore, and having reached the edge, he promptly rolled onto land.

Turning back for another look.

He saw the dragon scale emerging from the lake, fixing its gaze on Li Feng, seemingly memorizing him for several seconds before submerging once more.

A fish has become sentient.

Li Feng could even feel the message conveyed through its fishy eyes: kid, dare to return to the water, and I'll kill you.

This probing of the Lin Family has taken a fantastical turn.

Hmm?

Thinking this, Li Feng noticed a corpse drifting in the lake—the unlucky soul previously pierced through the back.

It seemed his name was Bai Yutang.