The leader of this group of martial artists was an elder in black named Duan Fei, who possessed the invincible combat power of the Guiyuan Realm. Hearing the words of the yellow-robed middle-aged man, he couldn’t help but glance at Chu Ming and Feng Yuyan.
However, his gaze was immediately attracted by Feng Yuyan. Whether in terms of appearance or temperament, Feng Yuyan was exceptional. A trace of lewdness flashed in the eyes of the black-robed elder.
Seeing this, the yellow-robed middle-aged man instantly understood what the black-robed elder was thinking. Not only the black-robed elder, even he felt a bit tempted when he saw Feng Yuyan. However, he knew in his heart that even if they captured Feng Yuyan, she would not end up with him.
"Boss, I’ll kill that young man and capture the woman right away."
A gleam flashed in the eyes of the yellow-robed middle-aged man as he took the order.
"Alright, but don’t harm the woman,"
Duan Fei nodded and instructed the yellow-robed middle-aged man.
The yellow-robed middle-aged man responded, his mouth cracking into a sinister smile, revealing his white teeth.
"The ones coming aren’t friendly, be careful,"
Feng Yuyan leaned close to Chu Ming and whispered to him.
A cold light flashed in Chu Ming’s eyes. His soul power was exceptional, and he had heard every word of the conversation between Duan Fei and the yellow-robed middle-aged man.
"Kid, our boss has taken a fancy to your woman. You’d better be smart, or you won’t be able to bear the consequences."
The yellow-robed middle-aged man landed about twenty meters in front of Chu Ming and Feng Yuyan, his face grim and threatening.
"I’d like to see what the consequences are,"
Chu Ming’s expression was calm. He suddenly clenched his right fist, and a powerful and violent fist energy exploded from his right fist like a dragon, blasting towards the yellow-robed middle-aged man.
Feeling the strong fist energy rushing towards him, the yellow-robed middle-aged man was shocked and tried to dodge, but it was too late. The fist energy hit him, rampaging inside his body.
A burst of blood filled the air as the yellow-robed middle-aged man’s body instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist, the stench overwhelming.
At the mouth of the cave, Duan Fei was supervising more than ten martial artists busy inside. But upon seeing the yellow-robed middle-aged man’s body being blown into blood mist by Chu Ming’s punch, his face turned furious.
"Stop what you’re doing, and let’s kill those two together,"
Duan Fei shouted to his men. Although Chu Ming’s move just now was instant, he determined that Chu Ming’s strength was not weaker than his own. However, with the help of his subordinates, he believed he could easily capture Chu Ming.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A dozen people surrounded Chu Ming and Feng Yuyan, their faces grim. Duan Fei stared at Chu Ming as if looking at a dead man.
"Kid, you’d better surrender, or don’t blame me for being ruthless."
Chu Ming’s face remained calm, but his expression suddenly changed, and Feng Yuyan, sensing something, turned pale as well.
Duan Fei thought his threat had worked and was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed drastically.
Chu Ming grabbed Feng Yuyan’s arm and ran towards the middle of the canyon. Not far from them, a terrifying gray tornado was advancing, connecting with the sky, the ground shattering, and stones being sucked into the tornado, turning into dust.
Seeing Chu Ming and Feng Yuyan’s departing figures, a trace of fear flashed in Duan Fei’s eyes. Forgetting everything else, he turned and chased after them.
This bone-eroding wind was clearly stronger than the one Chu Ming and Feng Yuyan had encountered earlier, almost a thousand meters wide. Several of Duan Fei’s men didn’t escape in time and were instantly swept into it, blood raining down, terrifying them to the point of wishing they had more legs to run with.
This wind connected to the sky, its range too vast. Along the way, Chu Ming and Feng Yuyan encountered more than a dozen martial artists also being chased by the wind, over thirty martial artists flying desperately.
A tragic cry echoed as a martial artist at the back immediately turned to dust after a single scream.
"We need to find a place to hide quickly,"
Chu Ming said in a deep voice, his spiritual sense spreading like a tide. But his expression quickly sank. This ancient battlefield clearly housed more than one bone-eroding wind. Within his spiritual sense range, many martial artists were also fleeing desperately.
The bone-eroding wind behind them suddenly split, dividing into two, chasing the group. In the collision, a five to six hundred meter mountain was smashed to pieces, the debris revealing a dark corner ahead.
Chu Ming glanced over and sensed a mysterious aura from the dark corner.
The bone-eroding wind continued to rage, the entire mountain collapsing to reveal a giant black palace. Black demon patterns flickered around the palace, expanding in the wind. The bone-eroding wind collided with the black patterns, sparking without making any progress.
"This palace can block the bone-eroding wind?"
Chu Ming was overjoyed, pulling Feng Yuyan towards the black palace. The palace, hidden in the mountain, was now fully revealed by the wind’s impact. Chu Ming was not the only one to discover it.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Beams of spiritual power shot out as martial artists flew desperately towards the black palace, not daring to pause for breath.
Passing through the demon patterns, Chu Ming felt his body lighten as the pressure of the bone-eroding wind instantly dissipated. The inside of the black palace was somewhat dim, but the martial artists’ vision allowed them to barely make out its entirety.
Chu Ming and Feng Yuyan landed, cautiously observing their surroundings. More martial artists flew into the palace behind them, some cursing, obviously frustrated by the relentless chase of the bone-eroding wind.
A rough-looking man shouted, instantly silencing everyone. Seeing the man clearly, they all withdrew their necks.
"It’s Thunderbolt Hand Cao Zhen!"
A martial artist murmured in a low voice, then turned to find a corner to sit and recover his spiritual power. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs NoveI~Fire.net
The crowd dispersed, some gathering in familiar groups and whispering.
Chu Ming and Feng Yuyan also found an inconspicuous corner to sit and recover quietly. Duan Fei cast a cold glance at them amidst the crowd but did not make a move.
"Sigh, who knows when that bone-eroding wind outside will stop,"
On Chu Ming’s left, three middle-aged men in scholar robes sighed softly, their eyes full of worry.