Luo Feng concealed his aura, pressing his body tightly against the ground. He lay behind a knoll, waiting quietly. WHOOSH! A red-furred mantis landed on Luo Feng's shoulder, crawling about with abandon, clearly mistaking him for a boulder.
Among the three Martial Artists was a peak expert of the Ninth Level of the Heavenly Court Realm, so Luo Feng had to be cautious.
A few breaths later, a sharp whistling wind sounded from the distance. Three figures tore through the air, their incredible speed generating three distinct shockwaves that kicked up dust and stones. From afar, they resembled three tornadoes. WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH! In the blink of an eye, the three figures traversed a kilometer, arriving before the corpse.
The trio was led by a robust, middle-aged man, Yang Qinghu, head of the Ye family's Azure Blood Four Tigers. He was flanked by a lanky young Martial Artist and a slightly chubby middle-aged Martial Artist.
