Chapter 500: The Ghost Blade's Methods!

The killing intent was almost substantive, instantly enveloping Jiang Feng.

That killing intent was so intense it felt like a wall, pressing in from all sides and making it hard to breathe.

Jiang Feng only felt a slight sting on his face, and he instinctively touched his cheek.

His fingers touched his cheek, and to his surprise, a trace of blood clung to his fingertips.

There was a thin wound on his face, appearing at some unknown time; it was shallow, only oozing a tiny bead of blood, but he was indeed injured.

Jiang Feng's expression didn't change, but his heart gave a jolt.

He hadn't expected the Ghost Blade to be this strong.

Even before closing in, he could wound someone with killing intent alone.

This is beyond what an ordinary half-step Martial Ancestor could achieve.

Killing intent is invisible and intangible, but when cultivated to a certain degree it can become substantive—sharp as a blade, keen as a sword.

Although he is not a Martial Ancestor, his killing power is likely not inferior to that of an ordinary Martial Ancestor.

This is merely the Jade Seal Assassin of the Broken Goose Tower.

Jiang Feng raised his estimation of the Broken Goose Tower another notch.

It seems the Broken Goose Tower is far more terrifying than he imagined.

At this moment, the Ghost Blade had already lifted his head.

Beneath the hood lay a pale face.

His face was thin, with high cheekbones and deep-set eyes, as if skin were stretched over bone.

His gaze locked onto Jiang Feng like a venomous snake fixing on its prey.

Then he spoke, each word laced with a chilling aura.

"Are you Jiang Feng?"

Before Jiang Feng could answer, he went on.

"Half-step Martial Ancestor, with a steady aura—no wonder…"

The Ghost Blade paused, then curled the corner of his mouth into a cold smile.

"The patron spared no expense, offering five billion to kill you! But looking at it now, this price… we, the Broken Goose Tower, are still losing big."

Fengsha and his men must already be dead by your hand, right?

Jiang Feng gave a cold smile, looking at the Ghost Blade, his eyes devoid of fear.

So you, the Ghost Blade, have personally taken action?

His tone was flat, as if he were asking about today's weather.

You're so confident you think you can kill me?

Hearing Jiang Feng immediately point out his background, the Ghost Blade was somewhat surprised.

His brows furrowed slightly, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

But soon he suddenly let out a cold laugh, his tone tinged with mockery.

I never thought Fengsha would even tell you this—looks like he's betrayed the organization.

Saying this, the Ghost Blade still shook his head with a hint of regret.

I've been saying, over the years the organization's rules have grown lax, and anyone dares to leak its secrets.

His voice grew colder and more sinister.

Looks like after this I really need to tighten up the organization's discipline!

Having said that, he turned directly to Jiang Feng, his voice full of killing intent.

Don't waste time—you won't hand over the item anyway, so I'll just attack!

As his words fell, Jiang Feng felt a killing intent suddenly strike.

That killing intent was thicker and fiercer than before, like an invisible blade chopping straight at his forehead.

Immediately afterward, the Ghost Blade's figure vanished before his eyes.

It wasn't invisibility or teleportation—it was simply that his speed was too fast for the naked eye to follow.

Jiang Feng's pupils contracted sharply, and his body instinctively jerked to the side.

A black blade swept past, grazing his shoulder as it slashed through.

The blade's edge sliced the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The fabric on Jiang Feng's shoulder was slit open, revealing the skin underneath.

A pale white mark appeared on his skin, without any blood.

Jiang Feng looked at the white mark, his eyes turning slightly colder.

If that blade had been a fraction faster or a fraction deeper, it would have wounded him.

The Ghost Blade's speed was indeed astonishing.

But Jiang Feng's speed was not slow either.

The two clashed fiercely in the courtyard outside the prison.

The Ghost Blade's swordplay was fierce and ruthless, each strike aimed at a vital point, leaving no opening.

His figure darted unpredictably left and right, forward and back in the courtyard, elusive as a phantom.

In the dim light, the black blade was nearly invisible; only the wind stirred by its edge cutting the air revealed the direction of his attacks.

Jiang Feng had no weapon, meeting the attack with his bare palms.

But his palm technique was just as fierce, each strike carrying tremendous force; the palm wind tore the air, producing a deep, muffled sound.

Their figures crossed and recrossed in the courtyard, moving so fast it dazzled the eyes.

Blade light and palm shadows—blow for blow.

Every collision produced a metallic thunderous roar, shaking the ground so it trembled.

In the courtyard, several green stone slabs were shattered by the shock, and broken stones flew everywhere.

The bricks and stones on the wall were also cracked, appearing with countless fissures.

The soldiers still lying on the ground had long since been frightened into scrambling and crawling away to a distance, huddling in the wall corner, shivering.

This isn't a fight; it's practically two gods battling.

Ghost Blade's knife became faster and faster, more and more ruthless.

His sword technique had no flashy moves; each strike was the most direct and effective killing technique.

Every strike was lethal, every strike snatched souls.

Jiang Feng's palm technique was equally simple and direct, with no superfluous motion.

A palm strike sent forth must produce an echo.

A palm strike landing must produce a shockwave.

They fought for hundreds of exchanges, neither able to overcome the other.

Ghost Blade's blade could not wound Jiang Feng, and Jiang Feng's palm could not wound Ghost Blade.

The two were like two precision machines, maintaining a delicate balance while operating at high speed.

After another dozen or so exchanges, Ghost Blade suddenly retreated, opening distance.

He stopped in the center of the courtyard, his black knife pointing diagonally at the ground, the tip still dripping blood.

That was the blood left from when he killed those soldiers earlier, not Jiang Feng's.

Ghost Blade's aura began to turn insubstantial, and his breathing became much more ragged than before.

His chest rose and fall, and fine beads of sweat seeped out on his forehead.

Obviously, this intense battle of hundreds of moves took a great toll on him.

He looked at Jiang Feng, his eyes full of shock.

"You are more difficult to deal with than I imagined."

Ghost Blade's voice remained hoarse, but his tone carried a hint of gravity.

"After hundreds of moves, I actually gained no advantage."

Jiang Feng stood opposite him, his expression calm, his breathing steady, and he bore no injuries.

He looked at Ghost Blade and said lightly.

"You are also stronger than I imagined."

Hearing this, Ghost Blade's mouth corner twitched.

His gaze turned gloomy, and his grip on the black knife tightened.

"But today I will surely kill you!"

His voice was full of resolve.

Having said that, Ghost Blade's aura suddenly underwent a drastic change.

His body began to emit an eerie black mist, which seeped out from his pores and coiled around him like black snakes.

His eyes also changed, his pupils turning blood‑red like two burning coals.

His aura surged wildly surged from the half‑step Martial Ancestor level upward, growing stronger and more terrifying.

A gust of yin wind blew through the courtyard, making the leaves rustle.

The soldiers hiding far away were pressed by this aura until they could barely breathe, some passing out outright.

Jiang Feng's expression changed.

He could sense that Ghost Blade was employing some secret method, forcibly boosting his own strength.

Such secret methods usually have serious side effects, but they can instantly surge a person's power in a short time.

Jiang Feng's gaze grew solemn, and the cultivation method within his body began to run wildly.

What comes next is the moment that decides life and death!