Cao Jinxing asked, "Not your people?"
Zhou Qiluo shook his head. "No."
Cao Jinxing smiled. "I came in a hurry and didn't bring a gift. You can have these petty thieves instead..."
By the time he uttered the last word, Cao Jinxing had already leaped off Qitian Peak, the highest and most treacherous peak on Medicine King Mountain.
Like an uncanny gray cloud, he swiftly descended to the ground and drifted soundlessly toward the five petty thieves.
"What superb lightness skills!"
Zhou Qiluo watched, dumbfounded and deeply envious. They were both human, and he was even older, yet just look at the martial arts the man had mastered...
He inwardly rejoiced that this fellow hadn't studied medicine. Otherwise, he really would have had nothing left to be proud of.
Zhou Qiluo jumped down after him.
Cao Jinxing had already slipped behind the five men without a sound. Dressed in black with their faces covered, they remained entirely unaware, hiding in the shadows and watching Jingming Palace intently.
These men were behaving furtively, but their cultivation was anything but ordinary.
Four at middle Tongyou, one at late Tongyou.
Cao Jinxing struck in an instant, hitting four men's numbing acupoints. In the flick of a finger, he left all four unable to move.
But that movement alerted the strongest masked man. His expression changed drastically, and he drew his sword, slashing behind him.
With a metallic ring, the sword left its sheath!
The masked man's swordplay was fierce and incisive, bearing the overwhelming force of thunder as he attacked Cao Jinxing with speed and ruthlessness.
This sword art was extraordinary in power, clearly the work of a renowned school.
Cao Jinxing guessed these five were no ordinary petty thieves. There seemed to be another reason for their hiding here; they looked more