When he was at a safe distance away, Chu Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He composed himself and returned to his mansion. After three days of busy work, he thought he deserved a nice hot bath and some rest.
He stopped as soon as he stepped into the yard, and his gaze narrowed.
He could sense killing intent.
After more than a decade of killing on the battlefield and surviving countless skirmishes and assassination attempts, he was very familiar with the peculiar silence that signaled bloodshed.
When he thought that Yun Muqing and Duo Duo might be in danger, he roared angrily, "Who is it? Show yourself!"
Whoosh!
As soon as he finished, a shadow materialized in thin air and charged toward Chu Feng.
Chu Feng instinctively struck a fighting stance and threw a punch at the shadow.
Shing! The figure in black clothes brandished a sword that gleamed brilliantly under the sunlight.
The power of the attack startled Chu Feng. He took three steps backward in an attempt to dodge it, but the tip of the sword managed to draw a bloody line across his shoulder.
"A ninth-class swordmaster!" Chu Feng said grimly.
This was the first time someone managed to draw blood from him ever since he left Xi Ye. His opponent this time was a ninth-class martial arts practitioner and a master of the sword, the weapon with the strongest attacks!
Even when Chu Feng's strength was at its peak, he would have to take the fight seriously. Now that his strength was suppressed by the Mandraka Poison…
Whip! Whip! Whip! The enemy thrust his sword nine times. The attacks seemed simultaneous. It was as though the sword was an extension of his arm.
"Bring it!" The attacks did not intimidate Chu Feng. Instead, they ignited his will to fight.
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