Chapter 212 (1/2)
The sturdy middle-aged man was Lu Zhong, a military practitioner who had just retired from the empire’s battlefront.
He had a deep temperament, as a battle-seasoned fighter, with a strict style of fighting. Thus, the moment he joined Azure-light Pavilion, he was valued and became an important follower as Chang Henshui.
He had originally disapproved of the operation tonight and thought that a teenager in the realm of Human-gang didn’t deserve him to assassinate in person.
However, after a head-on fight with the teenager, he found the teenager at ease when facing the strike from him. He then suddenly realized that the teenager was indeed different, especially at the moment.
The teenager had dodged the hidden danger a step ahead of time while he didn’t even notice it at all, which made Lu Zhong subconsciously feel shocked and become grave.
The strong power of the teenager in the realm of Human-gang exceeded his expectations. He even felt he was threatened!
But, as a veteran in the battle, he responded to this so quickly by blowing a whistle at the time when he noticed that Lin Xun hit the wall to escape.
Buzz~
A wisp of strange sound seemingly made by a Xiao (a vertical bamboo flute) arose and abruptly spread over in the dark stormy evening.
That was a signal for help!
Afterward, Lu Zhong took a deep breath and chased after Lin Xun toward the direction where Lin escaped with the dark golden spear in his hand.
If the other practitioners saw this, it would cause a stir. As a powerful practitioner in the Earth-gang Realm, Lu Zhong unexpectedly sent out a signal for help, which was a strong proof that he also felt great danger in the pursuit of Lin Xun!
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In the meantime, a gray figure, which was rather obscure, lay prostrate on the top of a towering building more than 3,000 meters away from the place where Lin Xun met Lu Zhong.
The figure was almost invisible to everyone because of the stormy night.
“What a powerful little thing! He’s much stronger than the ordinary Earth-gang-realm practitioners in the perception of soul. It’s so unbelievable…” murmured the gray figure when sitting up.
His voice was ghastly weird and chilling as a viper hissing.
When a flash of dazzling lightning passed across the night sky all of a sudden at the time, you could see clearly that the gray figure was a young man with dreadfully pale skin and long cheeks.
His eye pupils were abnormally grayish-brown. His lips were as thin as blades, and seemed heavily rouged. Wisps of gray spiritual light surrounded his body, making his breath barely detectable.
What was the most terrifying was the longbow in his arms. It consisted of skulls at the size of fists, with its bowstring as red as blood, releasing a breath of ferocity.
He was Residual Wind!
A creepy assassin who loved walking in the dark and was totally loathed and feared by many practitioners of large forces in Mist City.
Residual Wind felt a little surprised that the two rounds of assassination targeted Lin Xun both ended up with failure. He experienced for the first time that it was even more difficult to kill a Human-gang-realm teenager than an Earth-gang-realm practitioner.
It was unusual!
“This won’t happen again, your little thing. You’ll die the next time I launch the attack…”
As he spoke in a muffled and chilling voice, he stood up, threw a glance at the distance, and rapidly coasted in the night sky like a bat. He silently flashed in the rainstorm in a strange arc.
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Lu Zhong ran forward by following Lin’s breath in the stormy evening.
As time ticked away, he gradually frowned, for the heavy rain made him barely possible to detect Lin’s breath that was obscure.
He even doubted that Lin had broken out of the encirclement and fled successfully by this time.
He seemed to feel something right at the moment. He thereby stopped suddenly and looked at one house on the side of the street.
The door of the house closed tightly, but he still incisively sensed that a much familiar breath hid therein.
He stomped on the ground, and his body like an arrow rose to the sky without hesitation. A ray of dazzling spiritual light gushed from the dark golden spear and chopped the house.
He planned to use the force to dismantle the house and force Lin Xun to come out!
Boom!
As soon as he made a move, the door was abruptly smashed into pieces, and hundreds of arrows were fired out therefrom and lit up the night suddenly like the burning sunglow.
Burning Sunglow Crossbow!
Lu Zhong narrowed his eyes and remained calm as before. Bang! Bang! Bang! He waved the spear to successfully stop those arrows coming at him.
The power of the crossbow was so strong that he, even in the Human-gang Realm, was forced to take a few steps back with his Oi and blood rolling inside his body even if he blocked this round of arrows.
When he just found his feet and split the last arrow, he instantly heard a saber’s roar out of the blue.
Misty and ethereal, the roar, like the sounds of nature, seemed powerless but made his mind blank. A devastatingly desperate scene unfolded before him that stars fell down in the eternal night and everything was on the verge of destruction as if the doomsday ws on its way.
What was this?
He felt scared, and his sense, which was developed by years of war, immediately made him feel the fatal danger hanging over him.
Under the stimulus of such a danger, he abruptly shouted and brandished his spear to slash everywhere.