Feng Fei's direction was opposite to that of White's. His sole purpose was to draw away the pursuing Cardinals, granting White and the others a better chance to escape.

The energy within his body was not feared to be squandered; his Domain unfolded with lightning speed. But even though he was fast, the experts at the (Underworld Saint) level were faster, closing the distance in less than fifteen minutes.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two sharp vortices shot forward. Chen Feng tumbled mid-air, plunging straight down, rolling instantly to hide within the shadows of the nearby dwellings.

"I didn't expect so many powerhouses to be deployed in Kejia City!" Chen Feng realized. He surmised that the twenty Cardinals chasing him couldn't catch him, so they had mobilized all the experts in Kejia City, converging from all directions to almost completely seal the sky.

"If I charge further ahead, I'll definitely be caught. Since it's dark, as long as I slip into the urban area and disappear into the crowd, I'll be safe!" Chen Feng thought.

He unleashed his Telepathic Projection, flickering a few times in the air before landing on a densely leaved old tree. He swiftly stripped off his clerical robe, combining his Domain power with his muscles to make subtle alterations to his appearance.

At the same time, he took out medicinal herbs, squeezed out the water, and smeared it around his face, instantly turning his skin dark. Now, his appearance was utterly ordinary.

Even if White stood right in front of him, recognition would be delayed for a moment. He tossed the clerical robe into his canteen.

Using the Art of Sky Dancing and Telepathic Projection, he flew close to the ground for four or five kilometers, just in time to blend in with a passing crowd moving stealthily. Because he used Sky Dancing and Telepathic Projection with contained energy, even powerful experts, once they lost his trail through meditation, would never find him again.

Father Richmad chased to the shadow where Chen Feng had changed clothes but lost his sense of him, unable to find any trace. "Report back to Bishop Dima.

Search the entire city. I refuse to believe a person can simply vanish into thin air!" he roared, clenching his fist, a trace of ferocity in his eyes.

……………………………………………………………… Chen Feng lowered his energy to the bare minimum, covertly watching the Cardinals flying back and forth overhead. He let out a long breath; once he melted into the populace, it would be extremely difficult for them to discover him.

Although Chen Feng was confident, facing this many Cardinals, he dared not act rashly. Otherwise, not only would he fail to escape, but he would likely implicate White and the others.

The 【Gate of Nature】 had been carefully stowed away in his canteen. When he saw the Cardinals rushing over outside the manor, he knew things were bad.

After a few instantaneous shifts, he arrived at the spot where the 【Gate of Nature】 was placed in the courtyard. Only White remained outside; everyone else had already teleported outside the city.

He immediately instructed White to go inside, while he retrieved the 【Gate of Nature】. If this was left behind and discovered by the enemy, wouldn't White and the others still be captured?

"Hurry up, or we won't make it!" Chen Feng, hidden within the throng, heard the surrounding people murmuring simultaneously, all moving with haste. It was nearly eleven at night, yet such a large group was still rushing somewhere, which struck him as peculiar.

However, blending into the crowd was the safest option. If he ventured out alone, the Cardinals in the air would surely spot him.

"This time in the grand competition between the Spirit Martial Hall and the Sky Hawk Hall, the Spirit Martial Hall is likely going to suffer a loss!" a youth sighed. "That's certain.

The Spirit Martial Hall’s reputation has plummeted; the entire hall probably won't have over 30 people, whereas the Sky Hawk Hall is flourishing, boasting several hundred disciples!" the person beside him commented. "Alas, regardless of who loses, let’s go take a look.

If the Sky Hawk Hall wins this time, they are bound to recruit new members, and perhaps we might have a chance!" the youth said. Chen Feng understood something upon hearing this and followed them toward a martial arts hall.

He glanced up; it was indeed the Spirit Martial Hall. It seemed the Spirit Martial Hall still held the home advantage for the competition between the two halls.

Following the crowd, he arrived inside the hall, where two opposing groups were confronting each other across the central training ground. "Tenankos, although our Spirit Martial Hall’s popularity has declined recently, we are not to be bullied by just anyone.

Tell me, what exactly do you want?" an old man dressed in sackcloth asked, suppressing his anger. "Hall Master Ling Tianshou, please don't put it that way.

My intention is simple: just a friendly spar. However, if you lose, I ask that you hand over the martial hall!" a dark-faced middle-aged man opposite him said arrogantly, presumably the Tenankos mentioned by the elder.

The sackcloth-clad elder, Ling Tianshou, his slightly white eyebrows arching slightly, showed visible anger but forcefully restrained it: "I will not spar with you, nor will I hand over the martial hall. You had better leave now and stop wasting time here!" "I’m afraid that’s not up to you!" Tenankos sneered, turning to look around and saying grimly, "I intended to challenge you tonight so that even if you lost, you could save face.

But... alas, I don't know why the news spread, bringing so many friends to support you.

If you refuse to fight now, perhaps... your Spirit Martial Hall will never see the light of day again!" "Hmph!" Ling Tianshou flared up, "Do you think I don't know?

Do you think you can threaten me just by coming here? Whether our Spirit Martial Hall sees the light of day or not is not for you to decide!" "Since you put it that way, don't blame me for being impolite!" A vicious gleam appeared in Tenankos’s eyes.

He stamped his feet hard on the ground; with a few cracking sounds, the solid bluestone of the training ground fractured with numerous fissures, while his entire body instantly lunged forward. "Golden Armament!" Chen Feng noted that there was no energy dissipating from his body—it was purely muscular power—and he muttered inwardly.

Tenankos, while airborne, didn't charge directly at his opponent. Instead, he clenched his right arm and rapidly hammered the air seven or eight times!

"Crack, crack..." Each punch carried a violent air explosion sound. The accumulated force of these seven or eight blows roared toward Ling Tianshou like a piercing wind drill.

"Such immense power released purely through muscle strength?" Chen Feng was shaken by the attack. Chen Feng used his own muscle strength in combat, relying on brute force, swinging his fists directly, with almost no discernible technique.

Seeing Tenankos’s punch, Chen Feng recognized it as a sophisticated striking technique! When he lunged forward just now, those continuous few punches, though hitting the air, utilized a subtle leverage that formed a powerful vortex force in front of the fist, suddenly amplifying the already immense power of the punch by five or six times!

For example, even if a first-level Golden Armament could successfully utilize this drilling force, Chen Feng, relying only on his physical cultivation, would be unable to withstand it! It seemed this world possessed specialized physical training methods that had gradually formed a unique fighting style.

"You dare to strike!" Ling Tianshou roared, sliding his feet back, crossing and locking his hands in front of his chest while simultaneously throwing his shoulders backward. He managed to instantly neutralize such a fierce punch, but the move clearly didn't come easily for him.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!" He retreated four steps. With every step back, the bluestone beneath his feet shattered in one spot.

By the time he finished retreating, a straight line of broken stones marked the ground where he stood. "The old fellow blocked quite quickly!" Tenankos sneered, spinning his body, and delivered a straight downward kick with his right leg!

Ling Tianshou was prepared this time; he shrank his chest, shoulders, and back downward by more than twenty centimeters, narrowly dodging the fatal kick, and darted forward to get beneath him—**! Whoosh!

Tenankos flew backward, stumbling upon landing and nearly falling flat. He had come looking for trouble, and he couldn't tolerate someone else stealing the show.

With a strange cry, he charged forward again. The two exchanged fists and kicks, fighting fiercely.

The crowd below, witnessing the might of their battle, flushed with excitement and cheered loudly. Chen Feng watched for a while and found it strange.

Ling Tianshou was superior to Tenankos in movement technique and skill, yet at crucial moments, he seemed to deliberately relax slightly, allowing the opponent an opening, resulting in a narrow draw. Others might not have noticed, but with his powerful mental perception, such subtle changes did not escape his eyes.

"Search!" As the two fought fiercely, a resonant voice echoed throughout the room. A contingent of Church guards rushed in, surrounding everyone completely.

Ling Tianshou’s expression changed drastically upon seeing the guards; he stopped moving and stood frozen. As he bent over on the training platform preparing to speak, he felt a sharp pain in his back, followed by a powerful impact.

"Bang!" He flew backward, slamming heavily into the crowd, coincidentally landing right in front of Chen Feng. "You...

sneak attack..." Ling Tianshou looked up at Tenankos on the platform, roared in anger, and spat out a mouthful of blood. Tenankos sneered, then turned to the guards with a smile: "Our Sky Hawk Hall and Spirit Martial Hall were merely having a friendly spar.

We ask our esteemed brothers to kindly step aside!" The guard leader’s face was grave: "Impossible. Today we are under orders to track down a heretic!" He turned his head to the men behind him and ordered, "Go check if this person is here!" Saying that, he took out a scroll from his hand, upon which was a portrait of Chen Feng.

This must be the image transmitted by Father Dela. It was so vivid it looked exactly like Chen Feng before he changed his appearance.

"Everyone, stand against the wall!" a guard shouted loudly. Those who came to watch the spectacle dared not offend these guards and immediately moved to the wall.

Chen Feng looked at the heavily injured Ling Tianshou lying on the ground, bent down to help him up, and the two walked toward the corner by the wall together. Ling Tianshou gave him a look of gratitude, another trickle of blood seeping from his mouth.

"All of you, lift your heads!" the guard bellowed, walking before each person with the portrait in hand. In the blink of an eye, he reached Ling Tianshou.

"You are the Hall Master of Spirit Martial Hall? You don't look like much, being knocked flying in one move!" the guard mocked, then looked at Chen Feng beside him.

"Hmm?" He paused, quickly raising the portrait in his hand again. ps: Pushing for ranking, recommendation votes...

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