After killing Zhang Jianqiao as well, Huang Xiao had yet to catch his breath when his expression suddenly changed.
Demon Phoenix had been about to come over to congratulate him, but immediately reined in his aura and remained in the tree, his eyes snapping toward a spot not far away.
"I truly never expected a junior in the Martial Realm to kill an Enlightenment Realm expert. What an eye-opener." An old man soon appeared before Huang Xiao.
Huang Xiao's eyes narrowed sharply. He could sense that the old man's aura was extremely powerful, far stronger than either Zhang Jianqiao's or Kong Fu's. The man had come this close before Huang Xiao had even detected his aura. His strength was probably at the Enlightenment Realm upper grade.
Such a sharp, fierce presence, like a keen sword! Huang Xiao watched the old man before him warily.
Suddenly, his heart jolted as he realized where the man had come from, but he still asked, "From the Sword Pavilion?"
"Indeed. I am Feng Jing of the Sword Pavilion, the 'Ghost Sword,'" Feng Jing said with a faint smile.
Huang Xiao did not know who Feng Jing was either, but all he needed to know was that this was unquestionably an expert.
Especially since he was an expert from the Sword Pavilion, Huang Xiao could not regard him as an ordinary Enlightenment Realm cultivator.
People like Feng Jing generally lived in seclusion within their sects and rarely intervened in the affairs of the Jianghu anymore.
Only those close to Feng Jing's generation were somewhat familiar with them.
Huang Xiao clearly knew nothing of this. There were too many people of the older generation in the Jianghu, and he had never made much effort to learn about them.
"Had this old man not seen it with