Chapter 495: Ambushed!

Jiang Feng's pupils contracted sharply, a strong sense of danger surged from all directions.

He had trained for years, his perception far surpassing ordinary people.

This sense of danger did not come out of nowhere; it came from a real, tangible threat from outside.

The car was still driving smoothly, Ma Jian focused on driving, unaware of the impending danger.

Jiang Feng's gaze swept past the window; both sides were streets, few pedestrians, few vehicles. Everything looked normal, with nothing unusual.

But his intuition told him something was wrong, something was off.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath, opened his perception fully, everything within a few hundred meters appeared clearly in his mind.

Then he sensed it.

Not far ahead, a heavy truck was parked in a side alley by the road, its engine not turned off, emitting a low rumble.

The truck's driver had a rapid heartbeat and hurried breathing, as if waiting for something.

No, not waiting for something; he was waiting for them.

Jiang Feng's eyes turned cold, he suddenly shouted at Ma Jian, who was driving.

"Ma Jian, danger!"

Ma Jian froze for a moment, hadn't reacted yet, didn't have time to turn the steering wheel.

Only a loud boom was heard.

The heavy truck parked in the alley suddenly surged forward, its speed astonishing, like an out-of-control beast, it ruthlessly bore down on the car where the two were.

The truck's front was huge; behind the windshield, the driver's face was twisted, his eyes full of madness.

Ma Jian's face instantly turned deathly pale, his eyes widened, he wanted to steer away but there was no time.

The truck's speed was too fast, the distance too short.

As the truck was about to crash into them, Ma Jian's mind went blank, only one thought remained: "It's over!"

At that critical moment, Jiang Feng moved.

His right hand grabbed Ma Jian's collar, his left palm struck the car roof.

This strike used fifty percent of his strength.

The car roof was lifted like a sheet of paper; Jiang Feng lifted Ma Jian and they flew out through the opening.

Their bodies tumbled in the air; Jiang Feng adjusted his posture and landed steadily on the open ground beside the road.

And the very next second after they flew out, the heavy truck slammed violently into their car.

Boom!

The sound of metal colliding was deafening, sparks flew everywhere.

The truck's front rolled directly over the small car, its huge wheels pressed over the car body, the vehicle deformed under the weight…

In just a few seconds, the small car was crushed into a heap of metal sheet, its original form unrecognizable.

The truck rushed forward several dozen meters before stopping, leaving two long skid marks on the ground.

Ma Jian stood by the road, looking at the pile of crushed metal that was their car, his legs went weak.

His face was deathly pale, his forehead covered in cold sweat, a large patch of his back clothing soaked.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his voice trembling.

"Jiang Ge, what... what on earth is going on?"

He turned his head to look at Jiang Feng, his eyes full of shock and lingering fear.

"Is this... an accident?"

Ma Jian's voice was loud, with obvious trembling.

If Jiang Feng hadn't grabbed him and pulled him out in time, he would already have been crushed into meat paste.

That pile of metal sheet would have been his fate.

Thinking of this, Ma Jian's legs went even weaker, he could barely stand, he reached out to hold the nearby streetlamp pole to barely support himself.

Jiang Feng stood beside him, his expression grim, his eyes icy cold.

He didn't look at the pile of metal, but scanned the surroundings, his gaze sweeping over every alley, every building, every dark corner.

"It probably wasn't an accident."

Jiang Feng's voice was very cold, as cold as a winter wind.

"Someone must have been targeting us."

Ma Jian's face looked even worse, his lips trembling as he wanted to say something.

Before he could speak, a rustling sound suddenly came from all around, as if many people were moving at once.

Ma Jian turned his head and saw dozens of black-clad figures emerging from the depths of the alley, both sides of the street, behind the buildings, from all directions.

These people wore uniform black clothing, hoods on their heads, their faces unseen.

But their movements were swift and orderly, like a well-trained army.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of black-clad people had surrounded Jiang Feng and Ma Jian in the middle.

They formed a circle, trapping the two in the center, completely sealed off.

Each black-clad person emanated a powerful aura, not something an ordinary person could possess.

Although Ma Jian was not a cultivator, having been by Jiang Feng's side for so long, he had also seen many experts.

He could sense that these black-clad individuals were each not simple.

Their eyes were sharp, their breathing steady, their stances firm, with no openings anywhere.

Ma Jian roughly counted, at least twenty of them.

Twenty, each possessing an aura not inferior to that of a Heavenly Being.

Ma Jian's legs went even weaker, his face turned as white as paper.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Feng, his voice trembling.

"Jiang Ge, these people coming to deal with us, 3】 His voice was full of unease.

His voice was full of unease.

Jiang Feng looked at the black-clothed people, his expression calm, without a trace of fear in his eyes.

The corner of his mouth corner of a faint smile, but that smile carried a hint of coldness.

"I didn't expect that they would actually dispatch twenty Heavenly Human Realm experts to kill me."

Jiang Feng's voice wasn't loud, but to kill me."

"Truly a grand gesture."

His tone carried a hint of mockery, as if speaking of something trivial.

Twenty Heavenly Human Realm experts, in others' eyes, is a massive show of force.

But in his view, it's nothing.

Among the black-clothed people, the crowd made way, and a person slowly stepped out.

This person was not dressed not in black but in a grey long robe, hair white, face full of wrinkles, looking at least sixty or seventy years old.

His stature wasn't tall, but his waist was straight, his steps steady, each step as if measured, not off by a hair's breadth.

He walked to the front of the black-clothed people, stopped, and looked at Jiang Feng, his eyes full of indifference.

Jiang Feng also looked at him, the two gazes meeting in the air, like two blades clashing.

The old man fell silent for a moment, then spoke.

His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbed on wood, yet each word was powerful.

"Kid, hand over what you hold."

He paused, his tone turning even colder.

"That's not something you can covet."

Jiang Feng looked at him, expression calm, lightly asking.

"What thing?"

The old man gave a cold smile, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

"You're a smart person, why bother feigning ignorance..."

His voice was cold, as if passing judgment.

"That's not something a hair‑brat like you can possess. Hand it over, and I'll let you die a little more easily."

Hearing this, Jiang Feng's smile deepened.

He looked at the old man, his eyes carrying a hint of amusement.

"So it's for my thing that you've come."

He paused, his tone lightening.

"Who sent you here!"

The old man's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't answer.

He merely said coldly.

"You don't need to know who I am. You only need to know that if you don't hand over that book today, you won't leave this street."

Jiang Feng smiled and shook his head.

"Twenty Heavenly Human Realm experts, and you think you can keep me?"

His tone carried a hint of disdain.

"You're underestimating me too much."

The old man's face changed slightly, but quickly returned to coldness.

"Young man, arrogance comes with a price."

"Attack!"

The words fell, and twenty Heavenly Human Realm experts struck in unison!