Chapter 174: I

"Not good! He's rushing over!"

"Shoot him quickly! Don't let him get close!"

The archers in the shadows were completely panicked, firing their bows and arrows haphazardly.

Jiang Feng's speed was astonishing, darting between the grass and abandoned planks like a phantom; the arrows aimed at him couldn't even brush his robe's edge.

Bang!

Jiang Feng was the first to rush to the left grass, raising his hand and smashing a fist into an archer's chest.

The archer let out a muffled groan, spitting blood, flung several meters away, crashing heavily to the ground, unable to rise again.

Immediately, Jiang Feng's figure flashed, appearing behind the abandoned planks on the right.

Two archers were hidden there; before they could nock another arrow, Jiang Feng kicked each to the ground, the pain making them curl up and scream miserably.

Bang bang bang!

Dull thuds and screams rose and fell, Jiang Feng like a tiger among sheep, wherever he went the archers fell.

These archers, though trained and considered elite among common folk, were no match for Jiang Feng; they couldn't even muster a chance to resist.

In just a few minutes, over a dozen archers lay on the ground, moaning in pain, completely devoid of combat ability.

Jiang Feng walked toward the leader who had rolled down the slope.

The leader clutched his bleeding shoulder, watching Jiang Feng step closer, his eyes filled with terror.

"Speak. Where is the Water Prison's switch? At what spot inside is Ling Zhaixing imprisoned?"

Jiang Feng looked down from his height, his tone devoid of any warmth.

The leader's teeth trembled, clenching his jaw to endure.

"I… I don't know! Don't think you can get anything out of my mouth!"

He knew in his heart that even if he said it, Jiang Feng might not let him go; better to endure to the end, perhaps a faint chance remained.

"You don't know?"

Jiang Feng let out a cold laugh, lifted his foot, and lightly stepped on his injured shoulder.

Ah!

A harrowing scream ripped the silence of the dock, cold beads of sweat instantly beaded on the leader's forehead, his face pale as paper.

He convulsed in pain, unable to hold on any longer.

"I speak! I speak! I'll say anything! Please, don't step on me!"

"The Water Prison's switch… is in the groove of that narrow pass; press it, and the stone door will open!"

The leader endured the excruciating pain, speaking at a rapid pace.

"Ling Zhaixing is locked in the deepest cell of the Water Prison, where a dedicated guard watches, all of them… all Grandmaster-level experts!"

"Grandmaster-level experts?"

Jiang Feng raised an eyebrow, unsurprised.

He kicked the leader's chest; the leader let out a muffled groan and immediately fainted.

Having dealt with all the archers, Jiang Feng turned back to the hidden narrow pass, extended his hand, and pressed the mechanism in the stone door's groove.

Click!

A faint mechanical click, the stone door of the pass slid slowly aside, revealing a pitch‑black, deep passage.

A damp, eerie breath surged from the passage, mingling faint mildew and blood scent, making one's skin crawl.

Jiang Feng hesitated not a moment, bent and stepped into the passage.

The passage was extremely narrow, only allowing a single person to slip through sideways.

Inside, the passage was pitch black, the surrounding silence allowing one to hear one's own footsteps and breathing.

Jiang Feng walked step by step down the passage, the deeper he went, the darker it became.

He could clearly sense that the passage's end was the Water Prison, and inside emanated several strong auras, all Grandmaster-level fluctuations.

Jiang Feng slowed his pace, his internal breath quietly circulating.

After another ten or so meters, the passage finally reached its end.

Ahead, a massive iron door appeared.

Those Grandmaster auras were coming from behind the iron door.

Jiang Feng inhaled deeply, then thrust his foot, kicking the iron door.

Boom!

A deafening blast, the massive iron door was kicked away by Jiang Feng, emitting a thunderous roar.

Behind the iron door lay a spacious Water Prison hall, dimly lit, with only a few shabby oil lamps hanging on the walls, illuminating a small area.

Three men in black stood in the hall's center; seeing Jiang Feng kick the door in, their faces showed no surprise, only a cold smile.

The three were tall, each exuding Second-grade Grandmaster aura, their eyes fiercely fixed on Jiang Feng.

The black‑clothed man in the middle spoke, his tone tinged with sarcasm.

"Indeed you have some skill, managing to break through the outside arrow rain, but that's where it ends."

Jiang Feng said nothing, his gaze sweeping the hall, not seeing Ling Zhaixing's figure.

"Where is Ling Zhaixing?"

"Ling Zhaixing?"

The black‑clothed man on the left let out a cold laugh.

"You want to see her? When you're dead, I'll naturally take you to her!"

"'Refuse a toast, drink a penalty!'" Jiang Feng's eyes hardened, his body sprang instantly.

His speed was so swift that to the three Second-grade Grandmasters, he was merely a after‑image.

Not good! Move quickly!

The black‑clad man in the middle's complexion changed, and he shouted hurriedly; at the same time the three of them rushed toward Jiang Feng, their Fists and palm winds bearing a fierce force, attacking Jiang Feng's vital points.

But in front of Jiang Feng, their attacks were too slow.

Jiang Feng sidestepped the middle black‑clad man's Fist, his right hand flashing out like lightning, seized the wrist, and gave a gentle twist.

Crack!

A crisp bone‑cracking sound rang out; the middle black‑clad man let out a wail as his wrist was brutally twisted off, pain making his whole body tremble.

Jiang Feng did not pause, raised his Foot and kicked his chest.

The black‑clad man flew backward like a kite with its line cut, crashing heavily into the wall, spitting fresh blood, his breath instantly waning, unable to rise again.

The other two black‑clad men, seeing their companion instantly dealt with, turned pale, and their attack rhythm immediately fell into chaos.

Jiang Feng seized the chance, his figure flickered, appearing behind the left black‑clad man, his elbow smashing down onto his back heart.

Pfft!

The black‑clad man spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his body went limp and fell, his breath gone.

The black‑clad man on the right was terrified, his soul fled, and he turned to run; how could Jiang Feng possibly give him a chance?

Jiang Feng lifted his hand, pointed a finger, and an invisible surge of qi shot toward the black‑clad man's back of the head.

Bang!

The black‑clad man let out a muffled hum, fell directly onto the ground, twitched a few times, then stopped moving.

From the first strike to dealing with three Second-grade Grandmasters, it took only a few dozen seconds, clean and decisive, with no hint of mess.

Jiang Feng brushed the dust off his hands and cast his gaze toward the deep part of the hall.

There is also an iron door, which should be the Place imprisoning Ling Zhaixing.

He hurried over, raised his hand, and slapped the iron door with his palm.

Boom!

The iron door shattered in response, iron shavings spraying everywhere.

Behind the door is an even smaller cell.

A man wearing a black mask sat on a Stone bench in the center of the cell, exuding the power of a Sixth Grade Grandmaster!

On the wall behind him, an Iron Chain bound a woman—Ling Zhaixing.

Ling Zhaixing's whole body is covered with Injuries, her clothes stained red with fresh blood, her hair tangled and clinging to her face, her complexion as pale as paper.

Hearing the sound of the iron door shattering, the masked man slowly lifted his head, looked toward Jiang Feng at the doorway, and the corner of his Mouth lifted into a Cold Smile.

"Jiang Feng, right? You finally came; I've been waiting for you for a long time,"