"How could Chen Feng be so fast? Could he already be a mid-level third-grade martial artist?"

"Otherwise, how could they have killed Er Lengzi and the other two so quickly?" someone murmured, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.

"Absolutely impossible. If Chen Feng were truly a sixth-grade martial artist, he wouldn't be avoiding us at all; he would have directly killed us. Even with Uncle Zhou here, we couldn't stop a sixth-grade martial artist."

Qi Fei shook his head, denying the possibility, but his heart was filled with doubt.

"Then how was he able to kill Er Lengzi and the others so quickly? That doesn't make sense!" another person couldn't help but ask.

Qi Fei frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "Perhaps he has mastered some special martial arts technique that has greatly enhanced his speed. But in any case, we cannot let our guard down."

Everyone nodded in agreement with Qi Fei's point of view.

However, at that moment, Qi Xiang suddenly asked, "Where are Ah Hu and the others? Why haven't they come to join us yet?"

Everyone was stunned upon hearing this. According to the plan, Ah Hu and the others should have arrived here to meet them long ago, but they were nowhere to be seen.

"Oh no, Ah Hu and the others are in danger!" Qi Fei exclaimed, a worried look on his face.

The others also realized that something was wrong and became nervous.

If Ah Hu and his friends run into trouble, their situation will become even more difficult.

"Bang--"

Just then, a red signal flare was launched several miles to the east, and Qi Fei and the others immediately rushed over there.

Old Zhou was the fastest, rushing to the front. He was agile, and each step covered a distance of tens of meters.

Of the other six, Qi Fei was the fastest, and he followed closely behind, striving to catch up.

His body was light and agile, like a cheetah, quickly moving through the woods and bushes.

The others, each moving at a different pace, gradually widened the gap between them.

Some hunters excel at sprinting but lack endurance; others focus on stamina, and although they are slower, they can maintain a steady pace.

Although Qi Fei's speed surpassed that of the others, he still couldn't catch up with Lao Zhou.

He kept his eyes fixed on the front, trying his best to close the gap between himself and Lao Zhou.

Qi Xiang, being the weakest in cultivation, gradually fell behind, chasing after everyone at the very back along with a short, stout hunter.

Where are you going?

The distance of several miles is but a moment for a seventh-rank martial artist; they arrive in about a minute.

Old Zhou and Qi Fei, who were at the forefront, had sharp eyes like hawks, staring intently at the swaying figure in the woods.

Old Zhou roared and charged toward the figure like lightning, giving chase.

Qi Fei arrived at a tree, and the sight before him made his eyes widen in astonishment—the corpses of Ah Hu and the other two lay strewn on the ground!

He couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise, but he didn't linger and continued speeding forward.

However, after chasing for several more miles, they saw Old Zhou standing in the same spot, looking bewildered and staring straight ahead, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

Qi Fei looked at Old Zhou with a puzzled expression: "Uncle Zhou, where is Chen Feng? Has he already run away? Which direction did he run off in?"

Old Zhou's lips trembled slightly, his voice low and hoarse: "It's gone..."

Qi Fei's heart tightened, his brows furrowed, and he hurriedly asked, "What's gone? Could it be that Chen Feng is gone? Is he dead?"

Old Zhou slowly turned his head, his eyes filled with fear and confusion, and muttered to himself, "It seems we're not chasing the same person."

As he ran, his figure gradually faded, and finally, here, he vanished without a trace with a "pop," like a bubble.

His face turned extremely pale, as if he had witnessed the most terrifying sight in the world.

Qi Fei's eyes widened, his face filled with astonishment and confusion: "Ah, how could such a thing happen?"

Uncle Zhou, are you seeing things? Or is this just some kind of magical martial arts technique that can make someone disappear instantly?

Does such a bizarre martial art truly exist in the world?

Faced with this unbelievable situation, Qi Fei was also deeply bewildered.

"Oh no, this is a diversionary tactic! Go back quickly!" Old Zhou suddenly exclaimed and turned to run back the way he came.

Qi Fei was startled and immediately turned around to follow. He thought of his younger brother Qi Xiang and several other brothers behind him; they couldn't afford to get hurt.

However, the more Qi Fei tried to avoid trouble, the more trouble happened.

When he followed Lao Zhou back to the place where Ah Hu and the others were killed, the number of corpses on the ground had increased from three to seven, and four of the newly discovered corpses were his own men.

What horrified him even more was that he saw a person lying in a pool of blood—his younger brother, Qi Xiang.

Qi Xiang's arms and legs were severed, and his blood stained the surrounding ground. His face was filled with pain and despair.

Qi Fei stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what he was seeing, and a surge of indescribable grief and indignation welled up in his heart.

"Ah! Brother, come save me! I don't want to die!" Qi Xiang screamed pitifully, his face filled with terror and despair.

When he saw Qi Fei appear, he immediately shouted for help. However, Qi Fei did not act rashly, but instead watched the scene before him with tension.

A figure stood beside Qi Xiang, holding a long sword. The cold tip of the sword was pressed against Qi Xiang's throat, sending chills down one's spine.

This person was none other than Chen Feng, the target they had been searching for. Chen Feng was expressionless, his eyes cold and ruthless, as if he were scrutinizing Qi Fei and the others.

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