The tip of the sword emitting a strong smell of blood was pointed to his forehead with a distance less than one finger. The very close distance made the Nascent Soul cultivator oozed cold sweats as large as beans on his forehead. He couldn't help gulp and his heart palpitated.
The other Nascent Soul cultivator saw this scene and couldn't help but stop his attack and look at the big man in black clothes with a complicated gaze. It was undeniable that after this fight, they really admired his combat power.
When exchanging blows with an expert, they would know the strength once they started. This mystical energy cultivator's combat power was sure to be above them!
However, when they stopped, not far away from the crowd, several men in black standing in the corner saw this scene. Their leader's eyes moved and commanded the others behind. Then, they raised their vital energy and jumped up to attack Feng Jiu in the carriage.
