134, Inn

Heavy, breathing.

Amidst the rugged mountain path, Chen Ji trudged through weeds and bushes, looking back three times for every step he took.

The previously close behind Feng Huai had disappeared without a trace, Fang Lie and that huge axe gone as well.

He gripped "Whale" tightly in his hand and suddenly abandoned the path to dive into the forest, concealing his body under the dense canopy shadows.

However, just as Chen Ji looked back again, a flash of sword light suddenly burst from the treetops in front of him, like a ribbon yanked from the Milky Way, cleaving down over his head.

The howling wind accompanied by a sharp screech.

Chen Ji instinctively raised his blade to block, but before he could fully lift it, Feng Huai's sword tip had already stopped at the center of his forehead.

In silence, the sword tip did not fall.

Chen Ji breathed heavily, recalling everything that had just happened.