As the members of the Black Demon Soul Hunter Group trembled in fear, an enraged shout suddenly rang out from the distant skies.
"You brat, you're courting death!"
An old man leaped down from the clouds at astonishing speed, fiercely striking his palm toward Lu Feng, who had just swung his sword.
The terrifying palm force churned the rolling clouds into a gigantic handprint. The instant it crashed down, raging black demonic flames ignited across it, carrying a chilling demonic nature.
Seeing this, with no intention of prolonging the fight, Lu Feng immediately unleashed the Eternal Startled Dragon Step. His figure swooped downward like a dragon roaming through clouds, and in an instant, he had flashed onto a slope a hundred meters away.
Bang!
The enormous palmprint fell in the distance, flattening an entire hillside and leaving behind a handprint blazing with black fire.
Lu Feng frowned and examined the figure in the sky.
The person he had killed with that sword was Wu Hong of the Wu Family. Back during the battle at Nan Gu Town, he had declared that if Wu Hong continued to pester him, he would show no mercy.
Earlier, sensing Wu Hong searching nearby for him while alone, he had struck out with that sword.
Though Wu Hong's strength posed no threat to him, when faced with a situation where enemies were attacking in a swarm, reducing the other side's combat strength by even a fraction beforehand was undoubtedly beneficial.
Still, the old man's sudden appearance surprised him.
As far as he remembered, none of the Bounty Hunters seemed to belong to a sect skilled in such a vicious palm technique.
Lu Feng scrutinized the old man from head to toe. He was over fifty, hunched in stature, with a square face and dusky complexion.