Zhao Feng gave his wrist another vicious twist, completely destroying the man's heart meridians and dantian.
The vitality within Yellow Dragon Taoist scattered completely. His eyes rolled back, and his body slumped limply to the ground, all breath gone.
This strapping Blood Lotus Sect disciple was, of course, Zhao Feng.
The Bone-Misaligning Transformation Art won't last much longer.
Zhao Feng hurried forward to search Yellow Dragon Taoist's corpse and found a compass inside his robes. Without a doubt, it was the Nine-Palace Dragon-Settling Compass. He hastily put it away, then fumbled to gather all the banknotes and gold ingots from the man's robes and stuff them into his own.
His gaze fell on Ji Wuming's corpse nearby. Yellow Dragon Taoist had just said this man was the leader of a Demonic Sect branch hall, so he surely had plenty of treasures on him too. Zhao Feng walked over and was just about to search the corpse.
Another burst of footsteps sounded outside the stone chamber, and there were quite a few people approaching.
Not good! Zhao Feng's heart sank, and he made a snap decision.
"Murder!"
"The branch hall leader is dead!"
He rushed out of the chamber, looking utterly panicked, and saw an old man in black charging toward him in bloodstained clothes, followed by several Demonic Sect disciples.
"I'm here! What happened?" The Black-Clad Elder was none other than Ma Yuan. He stopped Zhao Feng with one hand.
"Inside... the branch hall leader is dead!" Zhao Feng stammered. He instantly recognized this man as the Demonic Sect Astral Force expert who had smashed his boat with a single punch at Thousand Leaf Marsh, and his heart tightened.
On hearing this, Ma Yuan ignored Zhao Feng and rushed straight into the stone chamber.
Seeing blood all over the floor,