168 Torrent of terror (2/2)

”You're still in there; I'm a hundred percent sure of it! If you don't come out now, then I'll set your ride ablaze!” the ominous hint of a sadistic pleasure gleamed in his eyes, revealing that he would genuinely enjoy this act of cruelty.

The man repeated himself twice, but heard nothing apart from the constant clashing sounds coming from some distance away due to the confrontation between the guards and his two other teams. Even though those eight guards were both outnumbered and less powerful as compared to their opponents, they were still bravely trying to attract as much attention onto themselves as possible. It was evident that they weren't fighting for their survival, but for that of their young master's, and were somehow able to match up to their aggressors in the backdrop of their bravery!

Amidst the fierce fighting, a flag with flowery engraving on it suddenly rocketed into the sky!

”This is the Jun Family's secret signal for help!” the leader of the assassins already knew their secret signal, and knew that they would run into trouble if they didn't hurry. Hence, he waved his hands and ruthless ordered: ”Burn him!”

Five or six torches lit up at the same time, and were set in contact with the fabric of the palanquin and its bamboo structure. With the wind assisting their intention, the conflagration instantly took control of the palanquin's fate, while the faces of the arsonists rejoiced as they tried to imagine Jun Mo Xie's fruitless struggle for escape.

However, their laughter came to an abrupt end.

They were surprised upon realizing that the fire only gave rise to the snapping sounds of the palanquin's structure, but not of Jun Mo Xie's screams. Moreover, the only scent they could smell was that of burning inanimate objects; and not that of a living body….[ah, what's going on?]

[Is that evil bastard really not in the palanquin?]

Two men simultaneously exposed the chains which were nicely concealed in their sleeves. These chains snaked out towards the palanquin and ripped open the vehicle's flaming structure!

Not a soul in sight!

”Li Zhi Wu, what is going on?” an ice cold voice sounded from a distance. The graceful and elegant body of a woman was watching from distance with a flavor of extreme disappointment in her eyes.

”We've been fooled!” the leader, Li Zhi Wu was startled by the sight of a silver bolt of lightning, which pierced through the dark of the clouds. This flashing light was followed by the crisp and bombarding sound of thunder.

A torrent of rainfall came crashing down from the heavens above.

At this point, the eight body guards of Jun Mo Xie's were still engaged in a fierce confrontation with a number almost twice of theirs', and even though they were somehow hanging tough, it was evident from the rate which they were consuming their Xuan Qi, their blood would start to flow through the bare streets of the city very soon. In fact, if these men chose to flee at this point, some of them would actually be able to make an escape….. However, they were still fighting back with the single-minded ambition of distracting their master's aggressors!

”Hey, how's it going?” a ghostly figure suddenly appeared behind one of the black masked men; the man turned around… only to find two slender fingers approaching his Adam's apple, 'chuck'..... the eyes of the assassin froze in shock while his hands trembled twice as his feet recoiled backwards under the effect of his collapsing body.

Since the appearance of this figure was too ambiguous, another one of the assassins was unable to spot it. All he saw was his collapsing comrade, and was unable to understand why his companion would choose to drop to the ground for no reason: ”What are you doing?” he asked as he extended his hand to assist his companion.

As the palm of his hand came in contact with his deceased companion's body, the remaining fifteen or so of his companions hastily screamed: ”Be careful…..”

They were too late. The man felt a cold hand around his neck as his ears heard a crisp snapping sound of something breaking…. The man was left perplexed to find that he was staring at his own buttocks!

[What's going on? I was obviously looking in the forward direction, so why am I seeing my own butt...] as his thoughts seized to exist, his body collapsed to the ground while his dead fish-like eyes continued to remain glued to his own buttock!

This man was quite fortunate, especially when one considers the fact that he died a painless death, and saw only his own buttock in his last moments, and not some foreign object…..

However, his companions weren't destined to be as fortunate!

Thunderbolts of lightening continued to accompany the falling torrents of rain!

As the lightening continued to shine in the dark sky, almost everyone experienced an incredible but frightening torrent of terror: an erratic figure suddenly appeared in between four assassins, almost like a ghost….. no one saw where the figure came from….. no one heard any sounds of its approach....

Is he a god or .....a monster?

Like a devil from a nightmare, one their eyes could see but hands couldn't touch, the monster leisurely cut their lives short…. Helpless, they only stood there in passive acceptance of their fate!