Simultaneous travel: The group is about to be wiped out

Chapter 241 The Spy Hidden in the Dark
The power granted by the level 10 Eye of All Things is incredibly strong. Once activated, its gaze seems to be able to penetrate the entire Tang Tomb and look into the distance.

It's not impossible for someone to go out into the world and pretend to be a god just by relying on this one ability.

Now, he will rely on the powerful control and perception of the Eye of All Things to integrate the Eight Extraordinary Techniques and form them into a method that reaches the heavens.

With this thought in mind, a resolute glint flashed in Chen Feng's eyes. Without further hesitation, he focused his mind and began his cultivation.

At this moment, the platinum light in the cave was dazzling, and his whole body was radiating an inexplicable pressure. His Qi was surging wildly, unlike that of an ordinary person.

Just as Chen Feng went into seclusion, a ripple had quietly begun to stir in the outside world.

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Time slips away quietly, autumn comes and spring goes, cold comes and heat goes.

In the blink of an eye, a year has quietly passed.

On a highway, a car sped along, heading forward.

It's worth mentioning that, due to its remote location, this place is sparsely populated.

The driver was a middle-aged man with a calm expression, dressed in a décor.

Two young men sat in the back seat, one with white hair named Qingfeng and the other with black hair named Qingshan. Both were disciples of the Tang Clan and were on a mission together to guard a purple box.

The box was wrapped in a jade belt, making it appear extremely precious.

The white-haired youth, Qingfeng, yawned and casually fiddled with his jade belt.

"Tell me, the company's directors are really something. What use is this broken knife? They made us three go through all this trouble to transport it here. Isn't the company a courier company? They can reach everywhere. They could have just used a courier service."

"And the company is just being fussy. Tell me, what's so interesting about this broken knife? Do you think you can learn any techniques just by looking at it? Honestly, I don't understand."

The company said they wanted to study this legendary magic sword and also wanted to keep it as a souvenir for people to appreciate and remember, so that they could understand the hardships of the War of Resistance against Japan.

This is not a big deal, but this demon sword is a bit special, so we sent a disciple to deliver it directly.

Decades have passed, and the Tang Clan no longer values ​​the Demon Blade; it is now merely a souvenir representing that era.

Since the company wants it, then we'll give it to them.

Compared to his younger brother's frivolity, Aoyama appeared more composed, closing his eyes to rest and casually answering the question.

"No, this demon sword is somewhat evil. Back then, the demon from the Hira Ninja clan caused quite a bit of trouble for our predecessors with this sword. But fortunately, the current sect leader Chen Feng intervened, killed that demon, and snatched the sword from us."

"I've heard that there are still remnants of evil spirits within this blade, which the sect leader neutralized using a secret technique. However, having been nurtured for many years, this blade still retains some malevolence. If an ordinary person were to encounter it, they would likely lose their mind instantly and become a monster that only knows how to kill."

He enjoyed all sorts of things to see and hear within the sect, and when he was young, he often pestered the senior members of the sect to tell him about the past.

Therefore, he knew quite a bit about a series of events that happened decades ago.

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng exclaimed in amazement, then seemed to remember something else and asked in a low voice.

"By the way, brother, we heard that our sect leader went into seclusion to seek that realm of immortality, but almost a year has passed and there's still no news. I even heard from others that they've stopped delivering meals to him. Do you think it might be..."

Upon hearing this, Qingshan, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and let out a soft hum.

"Shut up. How can you and I talk about someone like the sect leader? Let's just do our jobs properly and not worry about anything else."

Qingfeng was taken aback, then nodded and remained silent.

The middle-aged man driving the car raised an eyebrow as he listened to their conversation, but did not ask any questions.

He was an acquaintance of all kinds, not on the same side as these Tang Clan members, so speaking rashly might not be a good idea.

This trip turned out to be a good one. It involved transporting that demonic sword, with no other trivial matters, and I didn't have to risk my life fighting those lunatics from the Quanxing Sect.

Besides, having two skilled members of the Tang Clan on board provides some support.

Once I get back, I can finally spend some quality time with my family...

And so, the atmosphere in the room fell silent, all three of them remaining silent, seemingly lost in thought.

The vehicle moved slowly, and trees began to appear on both sides of the road.

The next moment, something unexpected happened.

boom! ! !
Something seemed to have been activated not far from the vehicle, and then suddenly exploded.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man driving suddenly narrowed his eyes, reacted quickly, and hurriedly turned the steering wheel to try to dodge.

But it was too late.

Fragments flew through the glass and pierced into the car.

Bang! ! !
A loud bang startled the birds in the forest, causing them to cry out and take flight.

The vehicle overturned immediately, rolled several times, and crashed into the forest.

A hand enveloped in black energy smashed through the roof of the car and carried a person straight out.

Qingshan grabbed his younger brother and quickly distanced himself from the vehicle.

The next moment, boom! !

The vehicle exploded instantly, turning into ruins, with flames burning and rolling.

Clearly, the man who was driving the car earlier is no longer alive.

Aoyama looked at the scene before him with a gloomy expression; his condition was relatively better.

The younger brother in her arms had been slashed across the waist by a sharp shard, and blood was flowing freely.

Upon seeing the unexpected situation, he immediately wrapped his arms with black twig armor for defense.

But the situation was truly urgent, and he had no time to protect his younger brother.

Qingfeng endured the excruciating pain, glanced at the intact demon sword in his arms, breathed a sigh of relief, and forced a smile onto his face.

"Brother, it's alright, this demon sword is fine, it's still intact."

Aoyama's lips twitched, forcibly suppressing the angry curse that was about to escape his lips.

What an idiot! Why are you still worrying about the demon sword at a time like this?
This isn't a killing mission where you absolutely have to kill the target; it's just an unorthodox transport mission.

Anyone who dares to openly attack the company's transport vehicles during this period is either a madman or a fool.

With this thought in mind, Qingshan immediately stopped hesitating and grabbed Qingfeng.

"Come on, let's get out of here first."

With that, he exerted all his strength, leaped up, and headed away into the distance.

But just as it stood up, whoosh!
A sharp whooshing sound rang out as more than a dozen hidden weapons attacked from all directions, aiming straight for vital points.

Aoyama opened his eyes, a flash of light appeared, and his arm was covered with black-tipped armor. He controlled his strength and swung it rapidly.

Clang! ! !

Instantly, all the hidden weapons were knocked away, continuing along their original trajectories with even greater speed and power.

In an instant, several screams rang out.

However, due to the obstruction of the hidden weapon, Qingshan's body paused for a moment, and he fell back to his original position, his eyes narrowing as he looked ahead.

Those hidden weapons—kunai and shuriken—didn't seem like something from this circle; they looked more like something from the Japanese. Thinking this, he couldn't help but ask loudly, "Gentlemen, we two are disciples of the Tang Clan. Which sect are you from?"

Whizzing! ! !

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of whooshing sounds came from the forest, and more than a dozen ninjas dressed in black came from all directions and surrounded the two of them.

Each ninja held a long sword, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

As footsteps sounded, the ninja retreated, revealing a path, from which emerged a man in a white suit and gold-rimmed glasses.

Upon seeing this, Qingshan instantly recognized the other party's identity and his expression turned cold.

"Oh, judging from your appearance, you must be Japanese devils. I didn't expect there to be people like you in this day and age. Our Tang Clan elders were right, it will be really not easy to pull out these thorns."

Ignoring the sarcastic remarks, the young man in the white suit adjusted his glasses and spoke calmly in fluent Japanese, without any unnecessary words.

"Leave that knife behind, and you two can leave."

Qingfeng gripped the purple box in his hand, channeling his inner energy to cover the wound on his waist, temporarily stopping the bleeding, and remained calm.

"Brother, should we make a move?"

These two are no ordinary Tang Clan disciples; they have both carried out missions abroad and have seen bloodshed.

Even now, he remains calm in the face of this situation.

Aoyama took a deep breath, his calm expression vanished, and a ruthless, cold smile appeared on his face.

"Our predecessors failed to wipe out these Japanese devils back then, so today, you and I, brothers, will remove all these thorns in our side."

"Do it, leave no one behind!"

The instant he finished speaking, he preemptively took a deep breath and then exhaled sharply.

Purple poisonous vapors were exhaled from his mouth and spread directly to the surrounding area.

Upon seeing this, the young man in the white suit narrowed his eyes, let out a cold snort, and golden energy emanated from his body, resembling flames.

"Attack! Kill those two and retrieve the demon sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately set off, suddenly leaping up and ignoring the poisonous aura around him, rushing towards Qingshan at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time, a sound like an explosion of cannonballs rang out, and a large, fat man with squinting eyes and a bare upper body rushed out of the forest and attacked the two of them.

Clearly, there are quite a few people who have come to reclaim the demon sword.

The purple poisonous aura was fierce and extremely fast, instantly engulfing the surrounding ninjas.

In the blink of an eye, the poison had penetrated deep into their internal organs. Blood vessels appeared on the faces of the ninjas, and they screamed in agony. Clearly, they were beyond saving.

After this attack, Qingshan didn't hesitate for a moment. His arms were covered with black-tipped armor, and he rushed towards the man in the white suit.

"Keep an eye on the demon sword, leave that man to me."

Qingfeng took a deep breath, tied the purple box behind his back, glanced at the approaching fat man, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Let's deal with the rest of the ninjas first.

Without uttering a word, cyan energy emanated from his body, slowly condensing behind him before transforming into several cyan bamboo-leaf streaks.

The Tang Clan's ultimate technique, Azure Hundred Shadows.

He was highly talented in this field, having received the true teachings of Tang Jian, and had also experienced the baptism of foreign assassination missions, seeing bloodshed firsthand.

With a wave of his arm, a roar rang out, and several bamboo vipers flicked their snake webs, biting at the remaining black-clad ninjas around them.

The speed was so fast that these people had no time to react.

One bite of Zhuyeqing (a type of Chinese liquor) hits the vital point.

Among the poisons of the Tang Clan, apart from their ultimate technique, Dan Shi, the bamboo leaf green is the most toxic.

If one is struck by it, death is certain.

These ordinary ninjas were no match for Qingfeng.

boom! ! !
The fat man landed on the ground, watching this scene with a gloomy expression.

"You bastard, you're asking for it!" (in Japanese)

Qingfeng stood in the center of the field, his face calm, with green bamboo leaves constantly swirling around him, and the corpses of the ninjas surrounding him.

In no time, all the ninjas were killed.

Although he couldn't understand what the other person was saying, Qingfeng understood from the expression that the fat man was angry and embarrassed, so he chuckled and waved his hand.

"Come."

Faced with such humiliation, the fat man roared and charged towards the other party like a cannonball.

Seeing this, Qingfeng didn't delay. Blue Qi appeared in his eyes, and his aura surged several times.

Tang Clan's unique skill, Earth and Wood Flowing Pillar.

It's a skill that requires relentless effort from the very beginning.

boom! ! !
The fat man stretched out his arm and grabbed Qingfeng's sleeve, straining to slam him to the ground.

Unexpectedly, Qingfeng suddenly stomped on the ground, exerted all his strength, and his two arms wrapped tightly around her like pythons.

Then, several bamboo vipers around him hissed and bit at various parts of the fat man's body.

In this forest, a silent battle is taking place.

After only half an incense stick's time, everything in the forest returned to calm.

puff! ! !
Qingfeng collapsed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood and breathing heavily. Despite the great pain, a smile still appeared on his face.

The reason was that the fat man in front of him lay on the ground with a terrified expression, already lifeless.

After catching his breath, Qingfeng immediately stopped delaying, struggled to his feet, and limped towards his brother.

Not far away, Qingshan was also in a terrible state, his face covered with burn marks, one of his arms missing, and he was completely unable to move.

Beside him, the once handsome man in the white suit now had a ruptured throat, his face filled with disbelief, stained with blood, and he was already lifeless.

Qingfeng walked to his brother's side, helped him up, and started teasing him.

"What's going on? How come you're in such a sorry state dealing with a mere Japanese soldier? This isn't your strength. Look at me, even though I was injured at the beginning, killing that fat guy was still a piece of cake."

Qingshan coughed violently a few times before catching his breath, glanced at his younger brother, and snorted softly.

"If it were an assassination, I could kill two more of them, but killing them head-on is really not our forte. This kid is quite strong, and his abilities are very special. We almost killed him at first because we didn't figure him out."

"By the way, did you manage to get that demon sword?"

Qingfeng patted his lower back, where a purple box was tied.

"It's not lost. I've been watching it the whole time. Let's go and report this back to the gate. I was in such a hurry that my phone fell into the car and is now a wreck. I don't know how those Japanese devils got in. We must have someone investigate this thoroughly."

Qingshan didn't say anything more, just nodded, and prepared to leave with his younger brother...

(End of this chapter)