Chapter 72

As dusk approached, the sky suddenly began to drizzle.

The rain grew heavier, and by nightfall, it had turned into a torrential downpour.

The road became muddy, making it impossible to proceed, so the convoy stopped and set up camp.

Deep into the night, the lights in the camp were extinguished, and everyone had fallen asleep.

A burly man walked out of the camp, went to a small puddle by the roadside, and pulled down his pants to urinate.

He was humming something.

Not far behind him, in a pond, a half-submerged head quietly emerged, revealing a pair of pitch-black, cold, and fierce eyes.

It was Chen Feng!

His eyes were fixed on the burly man, and he exuded a chilling aura.

He hadn't fled far; instead, he found a place to treat his injuries and then quietly followed the convoy.

"This heavy rain came just in time. My Rainfall Flying Flower Sword Technique leaves no trace in this rain; no one will notice!"

The burly man didn't realize that the rain in the area around him was heavier than in other places.

Chen Feng pursed his lips and suddenly sprang up. In the rain, a snow-white flower blossomed.

Actually, when Chen Feng sprang up, the burly man had already sensed something. He tried to dodge, but found that his movements were slightly sluggish, not as agile as before.

This slight difference was enough to prevent him from dodging. The white flower landed on his back.

The white flower bloomed silently, without any sound, but it exploded into a terrifying hole the size of a basin in the burly man's back.

Chen Feng could see the scenery on the other side through the hole.

The burly man's heart was crushed to pieces.

He only managed to let out a惨叫 before collapsing on the ground, dead.

Chen Feng leaped up, searched the man's body, and then fled.

Just three breaths after he left, several figures darted out.

They saw the burly man's corpse and were all shocked.

The tall, thin man in black had a cold expression. He instinctively felt that the killer must be related to the young man from earlier.

He said to the other two, "Carry the body inside and report to the young master."

"Yes!"

The tall, thin man in black clearly had a higher status among them. The other two respectfully responded and carried the body away.

Soon, the lights in the camp were lit one by one.

Inside the palace-like carriage, the interior was extremely luxurious, with carved beams and jade pillars, and decorated with gold and silver.

The body was placed on a thick bear skin carpet, and a tall, thin young man in white stood beside it, his eyes cold.

"Old Seven was ambushed and hit in the back. He was killed with a powerful sword technique in one move."

"This sword technique is very powerful and silent; none of us heard anything."

The young man said in a deep voice, "The ambusher is a skilled expert. At the very least, he is at the Eighth Level of the Later Heaven stage."

The tall, thin man in black whispered, "Young Master, the little brat we fought today is at the Seventh Level of the Later Heaven stage. Could it be that he brought in help?"

"Probably from his family or his master."

The young man in white said calmly, "You've provoked a tough opponent."

The tall, thin man in black quickly knelt and apologized, "I deserve punishment."

"This isn't your fault. I would have done the same."

The young man in white said calmly, "In the Dragon Vein Continent, martial artists are supreme, and the weak are preyed upon by the strong. Since he was weak, it was right for you to take from him. Now that Old Seven was weaker and was killed, it was also right."

"If you're weak, you can't blame others!"

"However..."

A sinister smile appeared on his long, thin face: "They must be few in number; otherwise, they would have attacked openly. Our strength is ten times greater than theirs!"

"Pass my order: from today on, maintain the same level of vigilance as before. When anyone leaves the camp, they must go alone to lure them out! Once they show themselves, I will immediately strike and kill them!"

"Yes!"

The tall, thin man in black and the others showed great confidence, clearly believing that the young man in white would not fail.

...

Chen Feng took advantage of the night to quickly flee and arrived at a hidden cave.

He lit a fire and carefully inventoried the items he had taken from the burly man.

"Third-grade Yellow-level martial technique, Breaking Wave Blade... This is good, but unfortunately, I use a sword, so it's not very suitable. I'll keep it for now and see what I can do with it later."

"A long sword... This sword is the same as the ones the two black-clothed men had today. They are both very fine, but not world-class weapons."

"This... Hmm, is this a Dharma Bag?"

Chen Feng looked at the palm-sized, seemingly ordinary bag in his hand with surprise and joy.

A Dharma Bag is similar to a spatial ring, with a certain amount of space inside for storing items.

However, it can only store inanimate objects, not living beings.

A Dharma Bag is a very precious item. Chen Feng had heard of it before but had never seen one. Even his master, Yan Qingyu, did not have a Dharma Bag.

"This shouldn't be. The burly man didn't seem like a formidable character, so why would he have a Dharma Bag?"