Treasure Trove!

The bandit was startled by the sight. Given the strength of his cultivation, ordinary people were no match for him. He had not expected this youth to dodge so swiftly.

Who was this person?

The man's reddened eyes fixed on Chen Feng. "Are you a disciple of Heavenly Saint Academy?"

The bandit steadied himself. Covered in red fur from head to toe, he looked incomparably sinister.

Chen Feng smiled. "Your cultivation technique has reached a profound level. You've killed quite a few people, haven't you? Speak. Tell me the locations of all the treasures here, and I'll give you a chance. Tell me, and I won't kill you!"

This place was enormous. If Chen Feng did not ask someone, it would be difficult for him to find anything by feeling his way around alone.

That was why he questioned this bandit.

The bandit sneered. "Is that something you should be asking?"

Suddenly, the man seemed enraged and struck out with another palm. A massive crimson mist condensed into a giant palm that came crashing down.

Chen Feng also threw out a palm. The two attacks collided with a clang, and the red-furred man was knocked back several steps.

"Since you don't want to talk, I can only beat it out of you. In such a massive ancient city, the treasures must be gathered somewhere. Otherwise, how could you people possibly keep going? Prepare to die!"

Chen Feng charged in with a punch and began fighting the red-furred man.

Boom!

Their figures darted back and forth, afterimages flickering everywhere. If Chen Feng had not feared that using lightning would cause too much of a commotion, he would have struck the man dead with a bolt long ago.

Even so, after only a few moves, this man was no match for Chen