Damn it, is this kid a monkey reborn? How can he run so fast?
This kid is no ordinary talent; at his age he already possesses such strength, and he even managed to break free from the three‑man sword formation we set up—his talent is truly remarkable.
Indeed, I’ve never seen anyone execute the Illusory Palm to this extent; if he continues to develop, I can hardly imagine what he’ll become.
Then we cannot let him walk away alive today; otherwise, we’ll invite endless trouble.
The more they gauged Chu Feng’s power, the more ruthless they grew, having already silently resolved to slay him inside the Spiritual Medicine Mountain.
These three are incredibly fast; I can’t shake them off.
Meanwhile, Chu Feng was awestruck by their strength; though his power far exceeded that of his peers, facing cultivators one tier above him left him feeling outmatched.
Fortunately, his dantian brimmed with spiritual energy; he believed that if he kept running, they would eventually tire and abandon the pursuit.
But Chu Feng also weighed another issue: the Sword Dao Alliance wields considerable influence; should he ever leave the Spiritual Medicine Mountain, they could turn their power against him, creating a serious problem.
So Chu Feng hesitated, wondering whether to go all out and unleash the Thunder Three Forms to silence them once and for all.
But in the end he dismissed the idea—killing fellow disciples is a serious crime; if any trace were discovered, even the Chu family could be dragged into it.
A low hum.
But just then, Chu Feng stared in shock as white light burst forth all around him.
Because it was already night, the light shone unusually bright and eerily strange.
What…?
The light intensified, bathing the forest in daylight‑like brightness, yet what shocked Chu Feng most was the appearance of countless white bones surrounding him.
Vast piles of bones lay heaped in the woods like an endless ocean, dense and thick.
These bones were peculiar—not only as white as jade, but each one emitted a chilling aura, a palpable pressure.
When countless such pressures overlapped, Chu Feng felt a suffocating weight; his steps grew leaden and his whole body lost strength.
‘What place is this?’ Chu Feng was stunned; such extraordinary bones could not belong to ordinary people, indicating that their owners had been formidable martial artists in life.
Only after reaching a certain cultivation level could one’s bones remain uncorrupted after death—white as jade and imbued with a deterrent pressure.
Chu Feng couldn’t fathom where so many martial masters had come from, let alone why such a multitude of bones would appear here; it defied common sense.
After all, the Spiritual Medicine Mountain is a forbidden zone, patrolled almost daily by elders; how could they allow such a heap of bones to lie there unchecked?
Shocked and panicked, Chu Feng grew more uneasy the more he thought about it, feeling a chill run down his spine; after all, he was only a fifteen‑year‑old boy, and being trapped in such a gloomy place naturally sparked fear.
That…
Suddenly, Chu Feng’s eyes lit up; he stared in astonishment as a figure appeared in the distance, walking upon the white bones.