The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

"His strength is too great. How old is he now? Eighteen years old."

"He has this kind of strength at eighteen. If he is given more time to grow, who will be his match?"

"He must be killed!"

The dozen or so experts remained silent and quickened their pace in the pursuit.

……

Jiangning sped along the road and entered a forest.

It was already night, and the moon hung high in the sky, its scattered light casting a silvery glow over the dark forest.

rustle.

rustle.

Jiang Ning walked through the woods shirtless, the blood on his sword already congealed. Before long, he sat down under a tree.

"Ho...ho..."

Jiang Ning sat on the ground without saying a word, his expression calm, with only the slight rise and fall of his chest and his slightly heavy breathing.

After sensing the condition inside his body, Jiang Ning frowned and remained silent.

Since he entered the town and began fighting, Jiang Ning has been paying extra attention to his body because he was worried about the poison. Although the battle was fierce, he was not injured and avoided being poisoned, but he had consumed too much of his internal energy.

However, this situation is already quite good; the internal energy can still be restored. If there were injuries, it would be serious.

Be careful.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves echoed from the distant woods.

Those dozen or so experts, having somehow acquired horses, were now heading towards the woods.

Upon hearing these sounds, Jiang Ning gripped his sword, looked in the direction of the sound, narrowed his eyes, and a hint of bloodlust spread across them.

Chapter 329: It's Raining

"Be careful, Ning Yanwang's trail disappeared here, he might be hiding in the woods."

One man, carrying a copper hammer, walked at the front, looking extremely nervous.

The only sound in the quiet forest was the footsteps of a dozen or so people.

rustle.

rustle.

A slight noise suddenly came from the bushes nearby, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

A rabbit hopped out of the grass.

It was a false alarm.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief for no apparent reason.

call out!

"what!!"

A scream rang out from not far away. Everyone looked over and saw a man clutching his neck, lying on the ground convulsing.

"Ning Yanwang is nearby!"

The others shouted loudly.

In the distance, Jiang Ning crouched in the bushes, watching these people with a cold gaze.

tick.

tick.

Blood dripped from the tip of the sword onto the ground.

"Be careful, it's dark here. He's probably hiding in the shadows and ambushing us. Don't let him sneak up on us."

A man shouted loudly.

"Hoo..."

Suddenly a horse neighed, startling everyone who simultaneously swung their weapons at it, and the horse was instantly chopped into mincemeat.

However, nothing happened after chopping it up.

"Not the King of Hell."

One of them frowned and said something, then gave some instructions.

"Be careful, everyone."

Everyone entered the woods with utmost caution.

One of the men, wielding two copper hammers, walked at the very back, gripping the hammers tightly, his expression even more tense.

His martial arts skills were the weakest among them. Although so many people were chasing Jiang Ning, the nighttime environment, his own strength, and the fact that someone had just been killed made him extremely nervous.

"Why is it getting darker and darker?"

As they ventured deeper into the forest, the dense foliage blocked out the moonlight, plunging the surroundings into complete darkness, so dark that one could not see their own hand in front of their face. Only the hands of a few people carrying tinderboxes provided a faint light.

tick.

tick.

A damp sensation landed on a man's face, and when he touched it, he found it was water.

"It's raining."

Another person spoke up.

Just as the man had said, rain began to fall.

Splash!

Splash!

It was raining heavily.

Jiang Ning glanced up at the heavy rain falling from the sky, then ignored it and continued watching the people not far away.

The rain poured down, and the raindrops struck the sword with a slight, crisp sound. The blade, originally dark red from being soaked in blood, gradually revealed a cold, white silver light under the wash of the rain.

"Why did it suddenly start raining?"

The May rains were unusually cold, making everyone feel as if their bodies were soaked through and extremely chilly.

For some reason, everyone felt heavy-hearted during the heavy rain, as if a shadow had fallen over them.

"Gudong."

In the silence, someone couldn't help but swallow hard; it was still the same man wielding the copper hammer.

call out!

A flash of silver light appeared, attacking from the man's left.

The man was immediately alarmed and raised his copper hammer to defend himself, protecting his vitals.

when!

A crisp sound rang out in the forest, clearly audible even in the heavy rain.

"Ning Yanwang is with me, and he attacked me!"

The man wielding the copper hammer shouted loudly.

Upon hearing this, everyone turned around, but there was no movement.

Are you dead?

The darkness and the sound of the downpour made it difficult for everyone to see clearly, so they could only call out tentatively.

"He's not dead. He's not dead."

The expert wielding the copper hammer quickly responded.

"Ning Yanwang attacked me just now, and now I don't know where he is."

The man was trembling as he spoke.

The pressure on him from Jiang Ning's surprise attack was too great.

"If it really doesn't work, let's go outside first. It's too dark here, we can't see anything."

One person offered a suggestion, their tone tinged with a hint of complaint.

It was already dark here, and now it was raining, so everything was drowned out by the rain. This environment was perfect for Jiangning to launch a surprise attack.

“We can’t see him, and neither can King Ning. He must be at his last gasp. Don’t give up. As long as we kill him, we can report back.”

Some people disagreed with retreating and desperately wanted to kill Jiang Ning.

Splash!

Splash!

Jiang Ning hid in the bushes not far away, looked at these people, gripped the sword in his hand, then slowed his breathing to adjust his body, and slowly approached one of them.

His footsteps were so light that they were barely audible in the heavy rain.

Jiang Ning gradually approached another person, avoiding some withered branches and leaves on the ground in the process, and trying not to make any noise.

His eyesight is excellent; he can see clearly even in the pitch black of night. Although the heavy rain somewhat obscured his vision, it also provided him with a disguise.

Jiang Ning had already arrived at a short distance from one of the people, only a few steps away. The next second, he flashed forward and thrust his sword forward with lightning speed.

The person targeted by Jiang Ning suddenly noticed the commotion around him, immediately went on the defensive, and shouted at the same time.

"I've got King Yama in my hands!"

when!

Jiang Ning thrust his sword into his weapon with a clang.