"Brat, this old man has been waiting for you for quite some time!"
Before Lu Feng could even pause to catch his breath, a hoarse voice drifted over from a nearby mountain hollow.
It sounded like a rusty woodcutter's blade scraping across bone—grating and unpleasant beyond measure.
Following the voice, Lu Feng saw a gaunt old man standing in the hollow. He wore a worn gray robe, his gray-white hair sparse and thin. Several loose strands hung over his right eye, making him appear incomparably gloomy and sinister. Within his sunken eye sockets, a pair of triangular eyes glimmered with cold azure light.
Lowering his gaze, Lu Feng noticed the narrow saber in the old man's hand, engraved with patterns of jackals and wolves, as well as tidal clouds.
Lu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, recognizing the old man's identity. He should have come from the Heavenly Wolf Sect, one of the Eight Blade Sects!
Combined with the aura of Heaven Soul Realm Seven Breaths that the old man exuded without realizing it, Lu Feng immediately determined who he was.
Fifty-fifth on the Heaven List—the man known as the Blood Wolf, Ji Zhao, Old Ghost Ji!
Had any other expert blocked his path, Lu Feng, considering his current physical state, would likely have been deeply wary and sought to flee at the first opportunity.
But the one who had appeared was Ji Zhao of the Heavenly Wolf Sect, and that gave him another idea.
He had only carefully studied Ji Zhao's Seventy-Two Styles Azure Wolf Saber Technique two days ago. He knew every move, every defensive and offensive sequence, inside and out!
Moreover, Ji Zhao was far weaker than the likes of the Wisteria Sword Immortal, well within the range Lu Feng could handle with ease.
Lu Feng dismissed the