Lu Feng had already helped Liu Xiaofei kill members of the Black Iron Sword Sect. Since he had been using the identity of the Green-Haired Monkey at the time, and had not been wholly intent on killing them, he had let quite a few escape.
Had the incident at the Panshen Heavenly Palace never happened, that would not have mattered. But once it did, the Black Iron Sword Sect could easily deduce that the Green-Haired Monkey was Lu Feng.
Naturally, they would not let that debt slide so easily. Moreover, the treasures Lu Feng possessed and his Five Elements Dao Body had given the Black Iron Sword Sect other ideas about him.
Even those rogue cultivators had pursued him. How could the Black Iron Sword Sect have made no move?
Lu Feng was now heading toward the Northeast, into the territory of the Northern Evil Path. Here, the Black Iron Sword Sect's intelligence network far surpassed that of the Five Qi Mystic Sects. From reports gathered in various places, they had deduced that Lu Feng would pass this way and laid an ambush well in advance.
"Should I call you Lu Feng, or A Thread of Light Beneath the Feet?" a Golden Immortal cultivator of the Black Iron Sword Sect asked Lu Feng with a smile, looking as though he had victory firmly in hand.
Lu Feng stood in midair with Gu Xijue in his arms, surrounded by dozens of Black Iron Sword Sect cultivators. The situation was decidedly grim. Yet after the great battle at the Panshen Heavenly Palace, his heart was remarkably calm.
Although there were plenty of enemies, only three were Golden Immortals; the rest were Profound Immortals. In truth, they posed less of a threat than a single Daluo Golden Immortal. If he remained cautious, he