As he charged over, the rock suddenly moved. A dark, cold gleam sprang from the shadows, aimed straight at Zhao Feng's flank, blindingly fast and viciously angled, with a precision that had been carefully calculated.
Zhao Feng twisted aside to dodge that cold gleam, the Nine Yang Divine Sword in his hand. In that instant, his gaze collided with the other man's. Dark purple light shrouded most of the man's eyes, and disbelief lingered in his pupils; even now, he could scarcely believe his concealment had been seen through. Then his vicious nature showed itself, and a cold gleam stabbed out from his hand.
Zhao Feng stepped forward and lifted his sword, knocking the man's short blade flying. The man lost his balance as well, leaving an opening for an instant. Zhao Feng reached out with his left hand, seized his wrist, and dragged him out of the shadows. Then he reversed his grip and pinned him against the rocky valley wall, sealing his acupoints. The whole sequence was smooth and swift, leaving the man almost no time to react or swallow poison.
The sounds of fighting around them had already weakened considerably. Two of the attackers had been subdued on the spot; the rest had either been killed or taken their own lives.
Zhao Feng tightened his grip on the man's wrist and turned his masked face a little more squarely toward him. The face cloth had slipped halfway down during the struggle, revealing a sharply defined face with high cheekbones and a lean chin, his eyes carrying a trace of terror and dread.
"Take him away for interrogation."
Jiang Chen stepped forward and led the man away from the rock wall.
Helan Tie's cavalry now came into view from the valley entrance. After hearing the falling rocks, they