Chapter 496: Who sent you!

Twenty Heavenly Human Realm experts, as if they had practiced countless times, struck simultaneously with perfect unison.

Their movements were uniform, steps in sync, breathing aligned, even the angle and force of their strikes identical.

The twenty people were like twenty clones split from one person, coordinating flawlessly.

A powerful pressure surged from all directions, making it hard to breathe.

Jiang Feng raised his brows slightly, his eyes carrying a hint of solemnity.

He could feel that their coordination was not mere tacit understanding, but a specially trained combined attack technique.

The strength of the twenty people linked together through some special means, forming a force far surpassing that of a single Heavenly Human Realm expert.

"Oh? Interesting."

Jiang Feng's voice wasn't loud, but his tone carried a hint of amusement.

"A combined attack technique usable against Heavenly Person Experts—I've never seen one like this before."

His gaze swept over the black-clothed men, the contempt in his eyes lessening slightly.

"It seems your background is even more extraordinary than I imagined."

The old man merely snorted coldly upon hearing this, his wrinkles bunching together, his eyes full of killing intent.

He didn't answer Jiang Feng, but instead gave an order to the crowd, his voice as cold as ice.

"Attack quickly, leave no survivors!"

As soon as his words fell, the twenty black-clothed men sped up and charged at Jiang Feng.

Their silhouettes dragged afterimages in the sunlight, their speed astonishing.

Twenty powerful auras intertwined, forming an invisible net that firmly trapped Jiang Feng in the middle.

Ma Jian stood nearby, his face turning deathly pale from the pressure, his breathing difficult.

His legs trembled, his hands trembled, his whole body shook.

Jiang Feng glanced at him, then lightly waved his right hand; a stream of gentle true qi surged from his palm, enveloping Ma Jian.

Ma Jian's body was pushed by that true qi, drifting backward dozens of meters to land steadily behind a large tree.

That true qi was like a protective shield, encasing him completely and blocking the external pressure.

Ma Jian leaned against the tree, gasping heavily, his heart pounding as if it would burst from his throat.

He poked half his head out, watching the distant battlefield, his eyes full of worry.

After sending Ma Jian away, Jiang Feng turned around, facing the black-clothed men rushing toward him, his expression calm.

He did not retreat, but stepped forward.

His steps were slow and steady, like taking a leisurely stroll in his own backyard.

The black-clothed men rushed to him, and the three in front attacked simultaneously.

Three people, three knives, slashing at Jiang Feng from three different angles.

One knife aimed at the throat, one at the heart, one at the dantian.

The three knives carried a fierce gust, their blades flashing with cold light, extremely fast.

These three knives coordinated flawlessly, cutting off all of Jiang Feng's retreat routes.

An ordinary person facing such an attack could only block it head-on or wait to die.

But Jiang Feng is not an ordinary person.

He didn't even stop his steps, just casually slapped.

This slap looked casual, like swatting a fly.

But wherever the palm wind passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The three who rushed in first had their gathered true qi instantly shattered.

The three knives flew from their hands, spinning in the air, unknown where they landed.

The three black-clothed men's bodies simultaneously flew backward, like three stones thrown out, heavily smashing into the ground.

The ground was smashed into three pits, dust flying up.

The three lay in the pits, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, eyes rolling back, they passed out.

One move.

Defeating three Heavenly Person Experts in succession.

The remaining seventeen black-clothed men's faces changed dramatically, their steps involuntarily stopping.

They looked at Jiang Feng, their eyes full of fear.

Just what kind of monster is this person?

Three Heavenly Human Realm experts joined forces, yet they couldn't even withstand a single move against him?

The old man stood at the back, his pupils constricted instantly.

Although beforehand he had tried to overestimate Jiang Feng's strength, after all, whoever could obtain that thing certainly wouldn't be an ordinary person.

But the strength Jiang Feng displayed now had completely shocked him.

One move, and he actually defeated three Heavenly Person Experts in succession.

This is not something a Heavenly Human Realm cultivator could do, nor even a typical Half-step Martial Ancestor.

The old man looked at Jiang Feng, and a thought rose in his heart that he himself dared not believe.

This brat, he's probably already a Half-step Martial Ancestor-level expert!

And such an expert, even within the organization, would be a top-tier existence.

Few in the whole organization could command such a person to act.

This brat must not be spared!

Thinking this, the old man also dared not be careless.

He took a deep breath, the cultivation technique inside his body ran wildly, and a powerful aura burst forth from him.

That aura was countless times stronger than those black-clad men.

His clothes snapped in the aura, his hair flew in the wind, his whole body like an awakened beast.

"Come at me together!"

The old man's voice was loud, shaking the windows on both sides of the street into a buzzing hum.

"Kill him!"

The seventeen black-clad men heard the order, gritted their teeth, and charged again.

The old man's body also moved.

His speed was astonishing, like a gray bolt of lightning, appearing instantly before Jiang Feng.

His right hand formed a claw, grabbing toward Jiang Feng's chest.

This claw bore a crimson light, emitting a scorching aura.

The air was burned and twisted, making a sizzling sound.

Jiang Feng looked at the old man's claw, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold smile.

"Heavenly Person Peak?"

His voice carried a hint of contempt.

"Even that you have to die!"

Having said that, he raised his hand in a palm, meeting the old man's claw.

Palm and claw clashed, emitting a dull thud.

The old man's face changed instantly.

He felt a terrifying force surge from Jiang Feng's palm, like a great mountain pressing down.

That force was something he could not possibly resist.

With a crack, the old man's wrist broke.

His body flew backward like a broken kite, crashing heavily to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His face turned as pale as paper, his eyes filled with fear.

"You... you..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his throat felt blocked, unable to make a sound.

Jiang Feng didn't look at him, turning and rushing toward the seventeen black-clad men.

His figure darted through the crowd, swift as a ghost.

Every time he struck, a black-clad man fell.

Some were sent flying by a palm, some kicked over by a foot, some knocked unconscious by a fist.

Shrieks rose and fell without cease.

In just a few dozen seconds, all seventeen black-clad men lay on the ground in disarray, none able to stand.

Blood flowed across the ground, staining the street red.

The old man sat slumped on the ground, looking at the black-clad men strewn about, his face as pale as paper.

His lips trembled, his eyes full of fear.

Twenty Heavenly Human Realm experts, plus him at the Heavenly Person Peak.

Such a lineup could easily sweep aside a small sect!

Yet before Jiang Feng, they couldn't last even a few minutes.

What kind of strength is this?

Soon, Jiang Feng walked up to him.

"Now can you speak? Who sent you!"