Chapter 501

Ghost Blade spoke hoarsely, his voice holding a hint of regret.

"I have cultivated for fifty years, comprehended the Law of Darkness, and originally thought that in the Half-step Wu Zun Realm I was already an invincible existence."

His blood-red Pupils stared at Jiang Feng, his eyes full of complex emotion.

"I didn't expect you could actually force me to go all out."

Saying this, Ghost Blade paused, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile of Cruelty.

"Jiang Feng, even if you die today, you will die with honor!"

Just as his voice fell, Ghost Blade's body suddenly twisted.

His figure became Obscurity, like a cloud of smoke blown apart by the wind.

Then, it split into three.

Three Ghost Blades!

They simultaneously appeared around Jiang Feng, forming a triangle that surrounded him.

Each Ghost Blade exuded the same powerful aura, enveloping the courtyard Throughout in a strange atmosphere.

Jiang Feng instantly felt a terrifying killing intent completely enveloping him.

Ghost Blade's voice now echoed from all directions……

"This is my ultimate skill, the Three-Absolute Shadow Kill."

His tone carried a hint of pride.

"By sacrificing life as the price, in a short time one can possess three Clones of equal combat power."

"Originally I prepared this to hunt a Martial Sovereign; using it to kill you is indeed a bit of a waste."

Suddenly, his voice turned cold, cold as ice.

"But you are worth it!"

As his voice fell, the three Ghost Blades attacked simultaneously.

Three Black Knives, from three different directions, simultaneously slashed at Jiang Feng.

One slashed toward the head, one stabbed toward the chest, one swept horizontally at the waist.

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

The speed was incredible, the power immense, far surpassing any previous attack.

Jiang Feng instantly got goosebumps, a sense of unprecedented crisis surging into his heart.

His body reacted on Instinct, the internal cultivation method running wildly, Golden Light flashing all over his body.

That layer of Golden Light was like a suit of armor, wrapping his Throughout person Inside, raising his defensive power to the extreme.

This is Jiang Feng's Protective Body Technique; since he mastered it, it has never been broken by anyone.

But today, he dare not guarantee it.

The three Ghost Blades' attacks landed simultaneously.

Jiang Feng had no time to think, his right palm gathering all his strength, he fiercely slapped forward at that Ghost Blade Clone.

This palm strike used all his strength.

Where the palm wind passed, the air was torn apart, producing a deafening roar.

The Ghost Blade Clone in front was forced back two steps by this palm strike, the Black Knife in his hand deviating slightly.

But the attacks of the other two Ghost Blade Clones, Jiang Feng could no longer block.

Two Black Knives stabbed simultaneously into his body.

Jiang Feng's body shuddered violently, a sharp pain spreading from the wound throughout his body.

He let out a muffled groan, his Throughout person retreated three or four steps before barely stabilizing his Standing.

Blood flowed from his left arm and back, staining a large part of his clothes red.

Jiang Feng lowered his head to glance at his wound, feeling no fear; instead, his gaze became sharper.

Ghost Blade, gaining the upper hand, did not relent; the three Clones lunged at him again.

Their speed was astonishing, their swordplay even more fierce and ruthless.

Every strike aimed at Jiang Feng's vital points, leaving no room for escape.

Jiang Feng struggled to defend, the wounds on his body increasing.

His left arm was cut again, his Right Leg slit open, his chest grazed by the blade tip, leaving a deep bloodstain.

Blood flowed from his body, dyeing a large area of the ground red.

His Throughout person was almost becoming a blood gourd, his clothes soaked with blood, clinging to his body, looking shocking.

But he remained Standing, not falling.

His Foot was staggering, yet he continued to move.

The three Ghost Blade Clones surrounded him, attacking madly, blade light flashing, killing intent intense.

Jiang Feng gritted his teeth, exerting all his strength to resist.

But his Injury was too severe, he was losing too much blood.

He could feel his Stamina rapidly draining, his strength weakening bit by bit.

If this continued, he couldn't last much longer.

Ghost Blade seemed to notice this as well, his attacks becoming even more frenzied.

Three knives, from three directions, simultaneously stabbed at Jiang Feng's heart.

If this strike lands, death is certain.

At this very moment, Jiang Feng's Pupils were extremely sharp.

His gaze held no fear, only absolute resolve.

He spoke in a low voice.

"Kun Long, stop pretending to be dead, come out!"

Gui Ren hearing this, his hand's movement paused slightly.

His eyes flashed with a silk of doubt, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

Is Jiang Feng having an illusion?

He had already sensed this vicinity; within a radius of several hundred meters, aside from Jiang Feng, there was no aura of any strong expert.

It's impossible for a Half-step Martial Ancestor level expert to still exist.

Gui Ren thought of here, the corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile.

He sped up his hand movements, the three knives drew ever closer to Jiang Feng's heart.

Just as he was about to completely finish off Jiang Feng, a sudden change occurred.

A Dragon Chant suddenly echoed from within Jiang Feng's body, reverberating throughout the courtyard.

The Dragon Chant's sound made the ground trembling, causing bricks and stones on the walls to rustle down, and accompanying the Dragon Chant was an extreme terrifying Dragon Might.

That Dragon Might burst forth from within Jiang Feng's body, like an invisible flood, sweeping in all directions.

Several Green Stone Slabs in the courtyard were flung up, and the cracks in the walls grew larger and deeper.

Gui Ren's three clones simultaneously changed expression, their bodies involuntarily stepping back several steps.

The three knives were less than ten centimeters from Jiang Feng's heart, but could no longer be thrust forward.

It wasn't that they didn't want to stab, but that Dragon Might pressed them so they couldn't move.

Gui Ren's blood-red pupils contracted sharply, his eyes full of shock.

He looked at Jiang Feng, as if seeing something unbelievable.

What is that?

Is that a dragon?

A living dragon?

Gui Ren's brain went blank, he couldn't believe his own feeling.

That Dragon Might, that oppressive feeling, does not lie.

Gui Ren has lived over fifty years, killed countless people, seen countless experts, yet never felt such terrifying power.

His three clones began trembling, the hands gripping the Black Knife shaking.

That Dragon Might was too strong, strong enough to make his soul tremble.

Gui Ren gritted his teeth, desperately trying to steady his stance, wanting to continue attacking.

But his hands wouldn't obey, his feet wouldn't obey, his body wouldn't obey.

His whole person seemed pressed by an invisible large hand, unable to move.

A deep fear welled up in Gui Ren's heart.

It was a fear he had never experienced before.

He cultivated for fifty years, comprehended the Law of Darkness, even having confidence to fight a Martial Ancestor.

But facing this Dragon Might, he couldn't even move.

What power is this?

Gui Ren doesn't know, and doesn't want to know.

He now only wants to leave here, the farther from this monster the better.

But it's too late.

Jiang Feng's wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His complexion returned to normal, his breath also steadied.

Gui Ren watched this scene, his pupils violently trembling.

What recovery speed is this?

Even a Martial Ancestor couldn't be that fast.

What has he provoked?

Gui Ren's heart filled with regret, but regret came too late.

Jiang Feng raised his head, looking at Gui Ren's three clones, his eyes showing no expression.

The corner of his mouth slightly lifted, drawing a faint cold smile.

"Had fun fighting?"

"Now, it's my turn."

Jiang Feng finished speaking, his body moved.