"A decent trap, but getting trapped yourself is not so good." After landing, Shen Fei immediately surveyed where he was. It was a dungeon roughly eight meters long and over three meters wide, with a height of more than ten meters to the ceiling above.
The dungeon should have been pitch-black, but perhaps because there were ventilation holes on one side, light shone in from there. It was merely dim rather than so dark one could not see one's hand before one's face.
"Given the martial prowess of this world, even Zhang Sanfeng would probably find it difficult to get out if he were trapped here. Of course, that was assuming they could get him in here." After examining his surroundings, Shen Fei looked toward Zhao Min not far away. Since she had been prepared, Zhao Min had landed with ease.
Among her generation, Zhao Min's strength was considered exceptional. Though she could not compare to Zhang Wuji, she was considerably stronger than Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu. What she lacked was internal energy. If they possessed the same amount of internal energy, Zhang Wuji might not necessarily be able to defeat her.
Zhang Wuji was considered the foremost among the younger generation in martial arts, but that was based on his immense internal energy. Under equal conditions, that title would not have belonged to him. His combat experience was lacking, so he suffered several setbacks later on, to the point that Xiao Zhao had no choice but to go to Persia to save him.
"Cult Master Shen, you do not seem worried at all." Zhao Min was somewhat surprised as she watched Shen Fei calmly inspect the place.
"Why should I be worried? I already told you their poison had been cured. Besides, there are only the two of