C1 How Could He be the Night Feather Sword Lord?

The first chapter, how could he possibly be the Night Feather Sword Lord?

Profound Heaven Continent, Night Crow Ridge.

Profound Heaven Continent was a world of Soul Cultivation. Everyone here spent their entire lives trying to comprehend the true essence of Soul Cultivator. The Night Crow Ridge was a famous dangerous place in the northern part of the continent.

The danger was not in its height, nor was it in its terrain. Instead, it was the group of crows that lived in the valley, a group of crows that ate people.

It was rumored that someone had accidentally fallen off the cliff. Before his companion could react, he had already been devoured by countless crows. When he landed, he had already become a skeleton.

Although the crows lived in the valley, no one could guarantee that they would not suddenly fly up. Therefore, the Night Crow Ridge was a desolate mountain, and there was no one there all day long.

But at this moment, the Night Crow Ridge was very lively.

The cold and mournful mountain wind blew over from the endless valley. The afterglow of dusk was pouring down, but it did not feel any warmth. Instead, it made people shiver because of the miserable screams of the crows below the valley.

At this moment, thirteen men in black stood on the cliff of the cliff that looked like the mouth of a falcon. Each of them had a steel face and their bodies were hidden in their black robes. Other than the golden and dazzling ice pattern on their robes, there was no other information.

These thirteen people stood in a row in an arc, facing the steep cliff of the Night Crow Ridge.

Surrounding them was a handsome young man in white. He looked to be around seventeen or eighteen years old. His white robe fluttered in the wind of the valley.

The young man was calm and composed. He did not show any signs of fear despite the bottomless abyss behind him. He stood on the peak of the mountain with a carefree attitude. His entire body exuded a strong aura of superiority, causing others to feel a sense of reverence for him.

The young man stared at the group of men in black with a torch-like gaze. His eyes were filled with peerless arrogance, as if he could see through all the illusions in the world.

The young man's name was Lu Feng, and he was an ordinary Soul Cultivator who worked diligently. Today, he was going to the remote place to meet his friend, but it seemed that he had been set up by someone.

"Little brat surnamed Lu, hurry up and hand over the Divine Picture!" The leader of the men in black shouted at Lu Feng. His voice sounded very strange. It was obvious that he had done it on purpose. He had used the Spiritual Energy to forcefully change his voice.

Lu Feng's deep eyes did not show any signs of emotion. He sized up the patterns on the robes of the men in black. The corner of his mouth gradually lifted into a disdainful smile. He coldly laughed and said, "Everyone's clothes... Could it be that you are imitating the Hidden Edge Thirteen-killing of the Ice Spring Sect of Snow Domain?"

The Ice Spring Sect was one of the top forces on the continent. There were thirteen Hidden Edge Guests in the sect, and each of them had extraordinary strength.

The Clear River Sect that Lu Feng belonged to had a relationship with them. For the past hundred years, the two sides had been fighting endlessly. In Lu Feng's heart, the Hidden Edge Guests were all arrogant and proud. They always acted alone, and it was never like this when they appeared together. Furthermore, with their arrogance, they would definitely not be bothered to attack a single person.

Swoosh ~

The man in black raised his hand and pointed at Lu Feng. An extremely cold and sharp sword qi burst out.

Lu Feng remained motionless like a mountain, and he was as still as a pine tree. With a single glance, he could clearly see the trajectory of the opponent's sword qi. At the critical moment, he slightly turned his body to the side and easily dodged the attack.

Feeling the Ice Cold Qi contained in the sword qi, Lu Feng could not help but frown. A trace of doubt appeared in his heart.

"Could it be that the people from the Ice Spring Sect are pretending to be Hidden Edge Guests?"

While Lu Feng was puzzled, the thirteen men in black unsheathed their swords. The leader of the group shouted again, "I'll say it one last time. Hand over the Divine Picture!"

Lu Feng's gaze was cold. He took out a dark orange brocade handkerchief from the Storage Tool and glanced at it casually. He held it in his hand as if it was a rag. He shook it nonstop, "This piece of rag has been researched for a long time. Although I have not comprehended anything from it, it is not easy to obtain it. What a pity. You guys came at the wrong time. Today, I am in a bad mood. I would rather throw it away than give it to you guys."

The leader of the men in black looked at the yellow Divine Picture in Lu Feng's hand. He could feel that the Divine Picture was about to be destroyed at any moment. His eyes narrowed as he suddenly rushed forward and arrived in front of Lu Feng in the blink of an eye.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two of them exchanged several moves. Lu Feng was not flustered when faced with the black-clothed man's attack. In fact, he did not even shift his body. Not only did he easily dodge the black-clothed man's sword, he even forced the man back with a palm strike.

The man in black was forced back by the palm force and returned to his original position. His footsteps were a little flustered, and he almost could not stand still. He looked at Lu Feng with a hint of fear in his eyes. He could not help but mutter in his heart, "As expected of Young Lord. How long has it been? This brat's cultivation has improved by so much again." While admiring Young Lord's foresight, he also had the intention to kill him. If he did not kill this man today, there would be endless troubles in the future.

Seeing the black-clothed man's embarrassed appearance, Lu Feng laughed out loud and acted arrogantly. He shouted, "You alone are far from enough. If you want this piece of cloth, the thirteen of you can attack together."

Lu Feng could not see through the black-clothed man's true identity. He deliberately provoked the other party to further probe the background of these people.

"Shameless boasting! If we attack together, you will definitely die!" The leader of the men in black said confidently.

"Do you really think that you are the Hidden Edge Guest?" Lu Feng teased in disdain. He was still secretly on guard.

Although the man in black's words were not true, they were not completely false either. No one among them could threaten Lu Feng in a one-on-one fight. However, if the thirteen of them attacked together, Lu Feng might not be able to guarantee that he would be able to retreat unscathed.

However, this did not mean that Lu Feng was scared.

The man in black's actions today had already crossed Lu Feng's bottom line. He had the intention to kill.

"If you have the guts, come and try!" Lu Feng put away the Divine Picture. His eyes became even sharper. A long black sword appeared in his hand as he pointed it straight at the men in black.

The blade of the sword was completely black. It looked very thin, soft, and light. Even a gust of wind could cause the sword body to sway. However, it was this 'weak' sword that caused the atmosphere of the Night Crow Ridge to instantly become extremely serious.

When the men in black saw Lu Feng holding the sword, they could not help but take a few steps back. They maintained a distance that they thought was safe from him. Everyone's eyes were filled with vigilance, and they seemed extremely fearful.

At this moment, a layer of fear enveloped their hearts. Everyone stared at the sword in Lu Feng's hand in disbelief. What they truly feared was not Lu Feng, but the Soft Sword that had suddenly appeared in his hand!

"How could the Night Feather Sword be in your hands?" The leader of the men in black said in fear. He knew very well how terrifying the Soft Sword was.

Lu Feng smiled coldly. He took out a dark-silver eyepatch mask and slowly put it on. It was precisely this elegant action that scared all the men in black.

"Impossible!"

"How could he be the Night Feather Sword Lord?"

"If he really is the Asura who kills without batting an eyelid, then today..."

At this moment, the hearts of all the men in black were filled with a layer of deathly stillness.

The leader of the men in black raised his voice and forcefully suppressed the fear in his heart as he comforted everyone, "Everyone, don't panic. Could it be that we can only pretend? Can't we just let him imitate us?"

"Pretend?" When the other men in black heard this, their expressions relaxed a little, but their hearts were still filled with fear. What kind of identity did the Night Feather Sword Lord have? How could he be so easily imitated? Moreover, they could imitate his dressing, but the Night Feather Sword was unparalleled in the world, so how could they fake it?

The leader of the men in black felt that everyone's battle will was low, and he wanted to retreat. He shouted again, "The Young Lord is a god of foresight. He must have expected this. Don't forget that we still have the backup plan that the Young Lord has given us. So what if he is really the Night Feather Sword Lord? "

"That's right. We should believe in the Young Lord's arrangements." The rest of the men in black gradually regained their composure. It was obvious that the 'Young Lord' they were talking about had a terrifying status and prestige in their hearts. It was enough to make them fearlessly fight to the death.

Lu Feng had always been suspicious about today's matter. At this moment, when he heard the conversation between the men in black, he could not help but understand. He must have fallen into the trap of the Young Lord. He had been tricked to this remote place and was trying to get rid of him without anyone knowing.

However, who exactly was this Young Lord?

An image of a beautiful woman appeared in Lu Feng's mind. She exuded a holy aura. Today, Lu Feng had received a letter from her and had come to meet her.

Although he did not know why she had not come on time, Lu Feng believed that this matter had nothing to do with her.

Perhaps, she was also facing the same danger at the moment.

...

The leader of the men in black raised his hand and touched his waist. He took a few steps forward and opened the Creature Bag on his waist in front of Lu Feng.

The Creature Bag was one of the Storage Tools in the Profound Heaven Continent. Unlike the ordinary Storage Tools, the Creature Bag was a tool that could store living beings for a short period of time. It was much more advanced than the most common Storage Ring.

After the Creature Bag was opened, the man in black smiled coldly at Lu Feng. "I knew you wouldn't hand over the Divine Picture obediently, so we specially prepared a small gift for you."

Hearing this, Lu Feng had a bad premonition. As the palm-sized Creature Bag in the man in black's hand gradually enlarged, a green-robed woman fell out of the bag and fell to the ground. The woman's oval face was extremely beautiful, and although she had messy hair and a haggard expression, none of this could stop her elegant temperament.

Even though her hands were tightly bound, the woman's eyes were filled with stubbornness and unyieldingness.

Lu Feng looked at the bloodstains on the woman's clothes and felt a sharp pain in his nose. He looked down and could not help but feel his heart tighten. He suddenly realized that the woman's long, slender legs had been cut off!

Those were her favorite legs!

Those legs that she would always cherish!

"Senior Sister Yihan!"