Chapter 538: Terrifying Black-Clothed Person!

The car stopped steadily at the Su Family gate.

Zhang Ping turned off the engine, turned his head, and looked at Jiang Feng in the back seat, his attitude still respectful.

"Mr. Jiang, we have arrived."

Jiang Feng nodded, opened the car door, and got out.

A night breeze blew, bringing a hint of chill.

The moon was mostly covered by clouds, only a few stars twinkling, the light somewhat dim.

Jiang Feng stood beside the car, about to walk into the courtyard.

Suddenly, he stopped.

His perception caught a trace of aura.

That aura was very strong, very strong, strong enough to make his heart tighten slightly.

Jiang Feng raised his head and looked ahead.

A figure emerged from the darkness.

The person wore all black from head to toe—a black robe, black boots, and even a black cloth covering his face, revealing only a pair of eyes.

His stature was very tall, standing there like a mountain.

His aura was extremely calm, calm as a dead pool, without any ripple.

But Jiang Feng could sense that beneath that dead pool lay surging waves.

Most importantly, from this black-clothed person, Jiang Feng sensed a faint killing intent!

That killing intent was faint, as faint as a needle, yet extremely sharp, piercing straight toward Jiang Feng's heart.

Jiang Feng's gaze became solemn.

He had seen many experts, half-step Martial Ancestors and Heavenly Person Peaks, and had crossed hands with them.

But facing this person, his feeling was completely different.

This person's strength is absolutely above his.

Even possibly far beyond his imagination.

The black-clothed person walked up to Jiang Feng and glanced at him.

Then he turned his head and looked toward the car.

Inside the car, Zhang Ping had just turned off the engine and was about to get out; seeing the black-clothed person, he froze.

The black-clothed person gave him no chance to react.

He waved his big hand, and an invisible force surged from his palm, striking Zhang Ping.

Zhang Ping's eyes rolled back, his head tilted, and he fainted outright, leaning against the seat, motionless.

Jiang Feng subconsciously probed and found that Zhang Ping had merely fainted, his breathing steady, his heartbeat normal, so he should be in no danger to his life.

He then let out a breath of relief, turned his head to look at the black-clothed person, and spoke coldly.

"Who are you?"

His voice was not loud, but each word carried vigilance.

The black-clothed person did not answer Jiang Feng's question.

He merely glanced at Jiang Feng, then took a step, his body flickering like a ghost and gliding more than ten meters away.

"Follow me quickly, otherwise tonight I guarantee not a single living soul will be left in the Su Family!"

His voice was low, as if squeezed from his chest, carrying an undeniable killing intent.

Jiang Feng's expression changed.

He knew this person was not joking.

With his strength, wiping out the Su Family would be a trivial matter.

Jiang Feng gritted his teeth, dared not delay, and swiftly followed the black-clothed person's silhouette, shooting forward.

The two's speed was astonishingly fast.

Jiang Feng pushed his speed to the limit, his internal cultivation method operating wildly, his feet tapping the ground, his body shooting out like an arrow from a bow.

Wind whistled past his ears, the scenery on both sides flying backward rapidly.

What shocked Jiang Feng was that, even though he was already exerting himself to the utmost, there still seemed to be an unbridgeable distance between him and the black-clothed person.

The black-clothed person always stayed about twenty meters ahead of him, neither near nor far, just close enough to be seen but forever out of reach.

He seemed to be deliberately toying with Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng even had no doubt that, if the black-clothed person wished, he could at any moment cause Jiang Feng to lose track of him.

Who exactly is he?

Jiang Feng's mind raced, thoughts turning over and over.

This black-clothed person is stronger than anyone he has ever encountered by an unknown multiple.

Even, Jiang Feng deliberately slowed his speed a bit, wanting to see the black-clothed person's reaction.

He found that the black-clothed person also almost simultaneously reduced his speed to match.

He was intentionally controlling the distance between them.

Not because he feared Jiang Feng catching up, but because he was playing with him.

Like a cat toying with a mouse, first teasing enough, then striking.

A chill rose in Jiang Feng's heart.

He had never encountered such an opponent before.

The two, one ahead and one behind, flew through the night for about half an hour.

They passed through streets, through fields, through a stretch of barren wasteland.

Finally, the two came to a spacious abandoned factory.

The surroundings were empty, not even a ghost in sight.

The black-clad person slowly stopped, standing in the open space at the factory's center.

He had his back to Jiang Feng, hands clasped behind his back, his long robe swaying gently in the night wind.

Jiang Feng also landed shortly behind him, about ten meters away.

He had just steadied his stance, about to take a step closer.

He then felt a powerful surge of energy erupt from the black-clad person, like an invisible wall slamming hard into him.

Jiang Feng's body was shaken by that energy, retreating several steps, his chest feeling tight, a sweetish blood taste rising in his throat.

He steadied his posture, looking at the black-clad person, his eyes full of solemnity.

But at that very moment, the person spoke coldly.

His voice was low and deep, each word seeming to be squeezed from between his teeth, carrying an indescribable dignity.

"You have humiliated the Linghu Family, mercilessly slain the Qilin Guard, dared to act against the Dongfang Family, and even the Jiangnan Wang is under your command."

He paused, turned around, looked at Jiang Feng, his eyes icy.

"Jiang Feng, Divine Doctor Jiang, you really put on quite a show!"

Jiang Feng looked at him, saying nothing.

His mind raced, trying to guess the person's identity.

Humiliating the Linghu Family? Ruthlessly killing the Qilin Guard? Acting against the Dongfang Family? The Jiangnan Wang under his command?

Few people know about these matters.

Those who know all of these at once are even rarer.

Who exactly is this person?

Jiang Feng was about to speak, wanting to ask clearly.

But he saw that the person continued speaking mercilessly, his voice turning even colder and harder.

"Kunlun Disciple, we don't need someone as arrogant and overbearing as you."

A flicker of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Since your Master doesn't know how to teach you, I, Old Brother, will personally take action—result: you, this Evil Obstruction!"

As soon as his words fell, the person struck instantly!

His speed was astonishing, even faster than when he had just flown by.

Jiang Feng only saw a black flash, and the person was already before him.

A palm, wrapped in terrifying power, swung toward his chest.

Jiang Feng's Pupils contracted sharply, his body instinctively dodging to the side.

But the person's speed was too great; Jiang Feng could not dodge at all.

That palm struck solidly against Jiang Feng's chest.

Boom!

A muffled thud.

Jiang Feng's body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, hitting the ground hard and rolling seven or eight times before stopping.

He lay on the ground, spitting a mouthful of fresh blood, his face deathly pale.

The clothing on his chest was shattered, revealing the skin underneath.

On his skin lay a clear handprint, red turning purple, shocking to behold.

Jiang Feng gritted his teeth, climbed up from the ground, looked at the black-clad person, his eyes full of shock. Is this the Purple Lightning Vajra Palm?