A Brute with a Bit More Strength?

After easily cutting down his enemy, Zhou Feng did not linger for long.

Instead, he turned and left. After all, he had no idea how many people were nearby.

In this situation, it was naturally best to slip away as quickly as possible.

In any case, he had the Forbidden Body's passive ability. No formation could trap him, so all he had to do was run.

As for the Chen Family Divine Seal and the various marks on his body, there was no need to remove them in a hurry. He could keep them for now and use them as bait.

After obtaining the White-Browed Old Man's memories, he became far more composed.

Because the rules of Cloud Dream Marsh were to drain every person with exceptional talent. The stronger one appeared, the less likely one was to die suddenly.

Everyone here knew that Cloud Dream Marsh was the breeding ground of a Dao Lord, and an extremely generous Dao Lord at that.

As long as one paid a sufficient price, it was possible to leave Cloud Dream Marsh.

It was precisely because of this unspoken rule that many prodigies were drawn here, hoping to use the resources here to rise to the heavens in a single step.

If other cultivators heard of such a method, they would immediately curse it as madness.

"This is not the true Mortal Transformation Method!"

Even inside his ears and nose, a thin membrane had begun to grow, nearly sealing off those openings.

Pang Lin, who had been completely immersed in the Mortal Transformation Method, suddenly sensed that the surrounding spiritual energy had dropped by another level.

According to the White-Browed Old Man's memories, there was a Flood Dragon Mountain Range to the north, where a large number of Rogue Cultivators gathered.

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