Chapter 687: A Beautiful Lady Visits, A Great Glory
Just when Wan Wan engaged in a fierce fight with s.h.i.+ Feixuan, Womanizer Hou Xibai started fighting against the red-haired woman once more.
The red-haired woman might have been strong, but she was clearly inferior to Hou Xibai. After ten moves, she was already suppressed by him.
But the situation quickly took a turn.
A b.l.o.o.d.y figure flew out of the window of the restaurant and crashed into the empty street.
The monk was the NPC from the restaurant who was targeted by the purple-haired man of the Twin Demons. When s.h.i.+ Feixuan saw the body from the roof, her expression changed.
“Master Qing Yuan!” she cried out in surprise and wanted to go help, but Wan Wan held her back.
“Big Sister s.h.i.+, where do you think you’re going?”
“Haha! Bald Donkey, die!”
A black shadow shot out from inside the restaurant!
The purple-haired man reached the monk’s head without stopping for a moment. His palms, which were as dark as black jade, struck down viciously with sharp palm-generated wind.
“Begone!”
Hou Xibai reacted incredibly quickly. With a flick of his wrist, he opened his Beauty Fan, and it tumbled like a hidden weapon toward the purple-haired man behind him.
The sharp face of the fan was not inferior to a divine weapon. When the purple-haired man sensed the aggressive force coming toward him, he had to forcefully stop his attack.
Master Qing Yuan was saved, but a scene that caught everyone by surprise followed after it.
Hou Xibai was just about to help the blood-drenched Qing Yuan when an incredibly cold glare suddenly appeared behind him. He moved, and a terrifying gash bloomed like a flower on his shoulder.
“Yang Xuyan!” he cried out in surprise and quickly closed his Beauty Fan before he swiftly kicked the air a few times to force out the person who had managed to injure him.
That person was dressed in black armor, had a handsome face, and was filled with an endless chilling intent.
He was Shadow a.s.sa.s.sin, Yang Xuyan.
Four of the youngest elites from Twin of Brothers—Womanizer, Shadow a.s.sa.s.sin, Clear Sword, and Yin Weed Witch—had appeared in one place.
Hou Xibai was injured, Qing Yuan was heavily wounded, so the situation was critical. s.h.i.+ Feixuan was held back by Wan Wan and could not break free, which put Hou Xibai and Qing Yuan in a precarious position.
“Hou Xibai, take Master Qing Yuan with you and break out! I’ll protect you!”
“Thinking of leaving?”
Yang Xuyan and the Twins Demons had already surrounded Hou Xibai and Qing Yuan. They blocked their path forward and backward.
“Neither of you will be able to leave.”
Hou Xibai might have stopped the bleeding on his shoulder, but he was rather heavily injured, and his combat abilities were compromised slightly. Yet he had to fight against three people alone while trying to break free with another person in tow. He might have the intention to do so, but he lacked the power to carry it out.
Qing Yuan clearly noticed this, and he laughed bleakly. “Buddha once said that if I do not sacrifice myself, I cannot save anyone. Mister Hou, my lady, do not worry about me, but I do not wish to hand over the key to Eunuch Yang’s Warehouse to the people of the evil cult.”
As he spoke, he brought out a box from his bosom.
“Hand it over, and I’ll allow you to die with your entire body intact.”
Yang Xuyan’s tone was cold. He stared at the box in Qing Yuan’s hands with a heated gaze.
“Never.”
“You’re just asking for death!”
His expression changed, and the thin sword in Yang Xuyan’s hands suddenly turned into a black snake that silently but quickly shot toward Qing Yuan. He had to attack quickly to prevent any unforeseen circ.u.mstances from happening.
But at that moment, a sigh reached their ears. No one had any idea where it came from.
Ting!
Yang Xuyan’s ruthless and quick sword glare was knocked aside by a finger-generated wind that came out of nowhere.
When the momentum of the sword changed, the second finger-generated wind had already arrived.
“Urk!”
Thud, thud, thud!
The invisible finger-generated wind struck Yang Xuyan’s body. With everyone watching, he trembled and took a few steps back.
The Twin Demons were shocked.
“Who is it?!” the purple-haired man shouted in anger and ruthlessly struck Qing Yuan, who no longer had any strength to fight back.
He had thought that the quest was too easy, but now that someone hidden in the dark had decided to attack, he immediately knew that he could not give that person any time or chance.
However, while he might be fast, the person hidden in the dark seemed to have noticed his movements beforehand. Another finger-generated wind viciously sealed his path forward.
Before the purple-haired man could swing his raised arm downward, the fierce finger-generated wind crashed into his dark palm with a power he could not fight back against.
“Ah!”
The purple-haired man cried out in pain as if he had been struck by lightning. He was sent reeling, and his body moved in an exaggerated fas.h.i.+on. After he took considerable effort to gain a solid footing, he held his trembling palm tightly, and for the first time, surprise and bewilderment showed up in his eyes.
When the red-haired woman saw that the purple-haired man had suffered a setback, an unprecedentedly solemn expression showed up on her face. She endured the urge to attack Qing Yuan because she did not want the same thing to happen again.
“Great master, where did you come from? How about you show your face?”
Yang Xuyan’s expression was unpleasant. He could sense that the circulation of his qi and blood were all in that person’s hands. It seemed like he could not hide any of his actions from the mysterious elite. He surveyed the restaurants around him with a grave expression in an attempt to find for the attacker within them.
“You lurk around and refuse to show up. Is it because you cannot reveal your face?” While the red-haired woman spoke, she quietly pulled out a poison needle as thin as a hair from her sleeves.
Right when she was about to attack, the finger-generated wind appeared again.
“Ah!”
A b.l.o.o.d.y hole appeared on the red-haired woman’s arm, and she instantly lost her strength. The poison needle fell out from her sleeves onto the ground, and her delicate as well as coquettish face instantly twisted. She turned pale with fright.
When the purple-haired man saw that the red-haired woman’s situation was even worse than his, his thoughts raced, and he quickly said, “Don’t attack anymore. Whoever it is, they might be in Myth Realm. If we anger that person any further, the next attack might kill us.”
He could already tell that while the person hidden in the dark did not show their face, each of their attacks was stronger than the last. The first was a warning to Yang Xuyan, the second forced him back, but then the attacks had gone straight to severely wounding the red-haired woman and destroying her arm.
If they attacked again, there was no guarantee that a b.l.o.o.d.y hole would not appear on their bodies.
Their respect and fear toward the mysterious, unknown, and powerful martial artist caused them to finally abandon all thoughts of attacking Qing Yuan.
Hou Xibai reacted quickly. When he saw that all three enemies were intimidated by the mysterious elite, he grabbed Qing Yuan without hesitation, tapped against the ground, and rushed into the distance.
Yang Xuyan just twitched his finger, and he suddenly heard a buzzing sound by his ears. He quickly stopped moving!
Thud! Thud!
The wall of the restaurant behind him was pierced through, and there were now two small holes on it.
Yang Xuyan’s expression soured even further. If he had moved just then, the two holes would have also appeared on his body.
When even Yang Xuyan was suppressed so much that he did not dare move recklessly, there was nothing to say about the Twin Demons. They could only watch helplessly as Hou Xibai took the heavily injured Qing Yuan into the distance, and even after a long time had pa.s.sed, they did not have the courage to move. They stared at one of the restaurants with a wary look, and hesitation as well as wariness shone in their eyes.
“Little Sister Wan Wan, thank you for your hospitality today. I’m afraid you’ll have to stay here now.”
When s.h.i.+ Feixuan saw that Qing Yuan had managed to leave with the help of the mysterious elite, she became much more relaxed. She swung her sword and easily forced Wan Wan away. Then, she jumped over a few houses like a white cloud and vanished without a trace.
Wan Wan did not chase after her. She turned around, tapped against the roof with her bare feet, and gently jumped into the first floor of a restaurant to appear in front of a man with a Bamboo Hat who was pouring himself a cup of wine.
The first floor instantly fell silent. The martial artists who were originally leaning against the window to watch the fun were terrified into retreating into the distance when they saw the fiend come over.
The man in the Bamboo Hat was not surprised at all. He remained sitting with his back straight, and he even extended an invitation in a relaxed manner.
“It’s an honor for a beauty such as you to visit me. Care for a drink?”