Under Jiang Mu's gaze, there was a deep knife scar on Master Yan Feng's back. The knife imprint carried an aura of sharpness, majesty, and domination. From the significance of the knife, it was clear that the Martial Arts Sect had already begun nurturing disciples in its early days. Evidently, someone had killed Master Yan Feng with a knife.
Who is this man? Since he killed Master Yan Feng with a knife, why doesn't he show himself?
A flash of light passed through Jiang Mu's eyes, and he immediately shouted, "Be careful, my friends, there's an assassin!"
As Jiang Mu's voice fell, his hair stood on end, chilling him. This was Jiang Mu's intuition, honed over years in the cultivation world. This intuition had saved Jiang Mu multiple times. Jiang Mu trusted it and wanted to turn around immediately, but he was too late.
Jiang Wude felt someone slashing at him from behind. That fierce sword was deadly. Blood stained Jiang Wude's back, flowing out.
