Chu Feng looked up and saw that the entire caravan stretched out like a long dragon, with at least a hundred people.
More than twenty carriages were loaded with goods, which seemed to be the finest silk unique to Jiangnan.
"I never thought that just any merchant association in Seven Star City would have such immense wealth. They actually purchased so much silk?"
"I wonder whether martial arts flourishes just as much there?"
As Chu Feng sighed, he subconsciously circulated the power in his hand. A shimmering blood-red radiance coiled around his palm, and Killing Intent pressed outward.
"It feels quite a bit stronger than before. Let's test its power."
Unable to resist, Chu Feng lightly slapped the carriage frame.
"Sizzle..."
In an instant, the ironwood frame gave off a cloud of white smoke. The smell of scorched wood wafted out, and a deep black palmprint appeared.
That was not all. The black mark continued to smoke, as though corroded by strong acid. The palmprint slowly ate its way from the surface toward the deepest part.
"Crack!"
The carriage, burdened with heavy cargo, finally could not hold together any longer and collapsed.
"Neigh..."
The mule pulling the carriage was startled, its front hooves lifting high into the air. The driver spent a long while calming it down.
Chu Feng: "..."
"What happened?"
A bearded man rode over on horseback.
Chu Feng shook his head. He would rather die than admit to such an embarrassing thing.
The driver inspected the carriage and reported, "Commander Chen, the carriage suddenly collapsed, and the mule was startled..."
Chen Xing nodded and rode toward the ornate carriage at the very center of the caravan.
"Young Miss, one of the carriages suddenly collapsed, but we don't have any spare carriages at the moment..."
"Rest here. Have