Chapter 502

Jiang Feng instantly rushed to in front of one of the Ghost Blade's clones, coldly smiling, and said.

"You only have the cultivation of a Half-step Martial Ancestor, yet your foundation is hollow; at a glance you're a fake—die!"

While speaking, he raised his hand and fiercely slammed his palm toward that clone.

This palm looked quite ordinary.

But the Dragon Might contained within his palm was truly real.

What is Dragon Might?

It is one of the supreme powers between heaven and earth.

The Dragon Clan has been, since ancient times, an existence at the top of the food chain.

Their pressure is not something ordinary cultivators can withstand.

As the palm fell, it struck squarely at the clone's chest.

Boom!

A tremendous sound.

That Ghost Blade clone didn't even have time to utter a miserable cry; its body shattered like glass, turning into countless tiny light points that instantly dissipated in the air.

The Golden Body shattered, turning into flying ash.

And the other two Ghost Blade clones also suffered severe damage simultaneously due to the destruction of the clone.

Their bodies violently trembled, their faces instantly turned deathly pale, they spat out a mouthful of blood, and only after retreating several steps could they barely stand.

Three-Absolute Shadow Kill: there is some connection between the three clones.

When one clone is destroyed, the other two also suffer backlash.

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

"Impossible!"

His voice was hoarse, with obvious trembling.

"My clone possesses Half-step Martial Ancestor power; how could you possibly destroy it in a single move?"

"Even a true Martial Venerable couldn't destroy my clone in one strike!"

He didn't believe it, nor did he want to.

Three-Absolute Shadow Kill is his proudest secret technique, which he painstakingly cultivated over thirty years.

Each clone possesses strength nearly equal to his true form.

When the three clones join forces, even a Martial Venerable would have to retreat three leagues.

But Jiang Feng, with just a single move,

a single palm strike turned his clone into flying ash.

How could this be possible?

Ghost Blade's mind went blank, completely unable to accept this fact.

Jiang Feng looked at him, gave a cold smile, and said nothing.

He gave Ghost Blade no chance to catch his breath, and his body moved again.

This time, he rushed toward the clone on the left.

Ghost Blade's face changed drastically; he instinctively tried to dodge, but his speed couldn't match Jiang Feng's.

Seeing Jiang Feng's palm about to strike, Ghost Blade gritted his teeth and shouted lowly.

"Withdraw!"

As soon as the words fell, the remaining two clones instantly turned into two black streaks of light and merged into one.

When the light faded, Ghost Blade's true form appeared in the same spot.

His face was deathly pale, his breath feeble—obviously he had suffered severe injury.

By now he clearly realized he was no match for Jiang Feng.

That Dragon Might, that power, was something he could not resist.

If the fight continued, there would be only a dead end.

Now the best outcome is for him to flee while he still has some strength left.

Although he was extremely unwilling.

As the Jade Seal Assassin of the Crimson Pavilion, when had he ever been in such a sorry state?

He had cultivated for fifty years, killed countless people, and never once failed.

But today, he not only failed, he also has to flee.

But as long as the green mountains remain, there's no fear of running out of firewood.

He knows very well that if he doesn't leave now, he truly won't be able to go.

Ghost Blade drew a deep breath, endured his injuries, and formed hand seals with both hands.

His Black Knife flew up from the ground and hovered before him.

The blade trembled violently, emitting a low hum.

The next moment, the black knife burst forth with dozens of fierce blade energies.

Those blade energies were thick and numerous, like a net, enveloping toward Jiang Feng.

Each blade energy contained Half-step Martial Ancestor power, extremely sharp, capable of cutting steel.

After unleashing this move, Ghost Blade without hesitation turned and rushed toward the courtyard wall.

His speed was astonishing; in a few leaps he reached the wall's side.

But his face grew even paler, and the blood at the corner of his mouth flowed more.

This move almost exhausted his last strength.

Jiang Feng gazed at the blade aura that covered the sky and earth, his expression calm.

He raised his right hand and struck out with a palm.

The sound of the Dragon Chant rang out again, deafening.

A mighty force surged from his palm, turning into The Golden Light that met those blade auras.

Boom—

Where The Golden Light passed, those blade auras were instantly scattered.

Gui Ren had already darted to the side of the wall.

A feeling of relief after surviving a calamity welled up in his heart.

Almost there; with just one more second, he could leap over this wall and escape.

At his speed, as long as he escaped this courtyard, Jiang Feng would definitely not be able to catch him.

Gui Ren's mouth even curled into a smile, the smile of one who escaped death.

But just as his other foot was about to leave the ground, a cold voice came from behind.

"Only now thinking of leaving, don't you think it's a bit late?"

Gui Ren's body stiffened suddenly.

The smile on his face froze instantly.

He exerted all his strength, leaping toward the top of the wall.

But just then, a strange power enveloped him.

His body suddenly became very heavy, as if pressed by a great mountain.

Gui Ren felt as if he were walking on a road with no visible destination, no end, no direction.

His mind was in utter chaos, not understanding what had happened.

Jiang Feng stood in the center of the courtyard, eyes tightly closed.

His hands formed seals before him, each finger movement drawing a faint light.

That was the power of the spacetime law.

In the book left by the Great Law Martial Ancestor, the way of spacetime is recorded.

Although Jiang Feng had only grasped the superficial aspects, it was enough to deal with a heavily wounded Half-step Martial Ancestor.

He gave a low shout.

"Die!"

The voice was not loud, but in this strange space, each word sounded like a thunderclap, exploding in Gui Ren's ears.

In the next breath, Gui Ren felt a terrifying force smash heavily onto his body.

That force did not come from outside, but from inside.

Gui Ren's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, wanting to let out a wail, but before any sound could emerge, his body began to shatter.

His body was as if sliced simultaneously by countless invisible blades, turning into countless tiny fragments.

Those fragments drifted in the air, flickering with a faint light, then gradually dimmed, finally turning to flying ash.

Only that black long blade fell from the air and landed on the ground.

The blade lost its luster, becoming like an ordinary iron knife.

Jiang Feng opened his eyes, his expression calm, his breathing steady.

He looked at the Black Knife, reached out, and snatched it from afar.

The Black Knife flew up from the ground and landed in his hand.

The blade was icy cold and felt heavy in his hand.

Jiang Feng glanced at it, then casually tossed it to the nearby Jiangnan Wang.

Jiangnan Wang stood at the prison gate, completely stunned.

He had his mouth open, eyes wide, as if immobilized by a Stasis Technique, motionless.

After a moment, Jiangnan Wang came to his senses, swallowed, and his gaze toward Jiang Feng grew even more reverent.

Jiang Feng walked up to Jiangnan Wang and said lightly.

"Clean up this place."

Jiangnan Wang quickly nodded, his voice trembling slightly.

"Yes, Mr. Jiang."

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and immediately said.

"By the way, Mr. Jiang, the assassin from Crimson Tower revealed their base in Jiangcheng; should we have Little Wang send troops to deal with it?"

Jiang Feng blinked, then laughed and said.

"No need, I'll go myself!"