Chu Fan didn’t want any more trouble.
He gently tugged on Zhao Tianxing’s sleeve, signaling for him to quickly leave through the back of the alley.
But just as the two turned to move,
two figures appeared, running at an incredible speed.
They sprinted frantically toward the very alley where they were hiding!
Chu Fan and Zhao Tianxing: "..."
Judging by their figures, it was a man and a woman.
Both were dressed in Night Traveler’s Clothes, their faces covered with black cloth.
And the white-robed Moon Worship Cultist clearly had no intention of letting them go.
His figure clung to them like a shadow, in relentless pursuit!
The two were so panicked their voices cracked.
The mont they spoke, Chu Fan imdiately recognized them—
The woman’s voice was clear and cold; it was Liang Yuhen from the Iron Armor Sect, the one he had fought in Luofeng Valley!
The man’s voice was deep; it was actually Master Lei of the Iron Armor Sect!
’Master Lei of the Entering the Realm of Strength, plus Liang Yuhen. And so many others who had joined forces with them... all slaughtered into such a miserable retreat by the white-robed man, who’s also at the Entering the Realm of Strength...’
Chu Fan was secretly astounded.
He was now confident he could hold his own against the likes of Master Lei or Zhou Tianci.
But there was no way he could do what the white-robed man did: completely crush Master Lei and send him fleeing for his life in utter terror!
Seeing the white-robed man closing in,
Master Lei suddenly shouted, "Yuhen, we’re not far from the Firewood Market! I’ll hold him off for a mont. You go to the Firewood Market Sub-Branch and get help!"
"Yes!" Liang Yuhen didn’t overthink it. She agreed and was about to accelerate her escape.
But just as she turned...
A vicious glint flashed in Master Lei’s eyes, and he suddenly struck.
He grabbed her by the shoulder!
"Incense Master, you..."
Before Liang Yuhen could finish, she was sent flying.
Master Lei had thrown her directly at the pursuing white-robed man!
"No!"
Liang Yuhen was scared out of her wits.
In mid-air, she had no way to dodge.
She took the full force of the white-robed man’s Extre Night Cold Prison Hand!
"PFFT—!"
A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out, blowing the black cloth from her face and staining her collar red. It revealed a pale, pretty face, her eyes filled with shock and despair!
She fell to the ground, tumbling over and over. She struggled to lift her head, staring in disbelief at Master Lei, who was already far away. "Why... why would you do this... to ..."
Before she could finish, her body went limp. She collapsed to the ground, her breath gone.
The white-robed man stepped over her corpse and pursued Master Lei at an even greater speed.
"Hmph, idiot!"
Master Lei felt not a shred of guilt, only frustration that he wasn’t running fast enough.
And he indeed wasn’t fast enough...
The white-robed man’s Ghost Shadow Illusionary Body Step was simply too bizarre. Though delayed by Liang Yuhen, it still only took him a few monts to catch up!
"How is this possible!"
Master Lei’s soul nearly left his body in fright.
They were both at the Entering the Realm of Strength, so how could the gap between them be so huge!
Three illusions, impossible to tell from the real one, flickered...
They had already ford a triangle, surrounding him!
"You really think I’m afraid of you?!"
Master Lei’s words were tough, but he suddenly gathered his energy and roared, "A Moon Worship Sect demon is here! Brothers of the Sub-Branch, hurry..."
This place was close to the Firewood Market, and he was trying to call for reinforcents from the Iron Armor Sect’s Firewood Market Sub-Branch.
His voice was like a clap of thunder. The common folk in the nearby residences, startled awake, were too scared to even breathe loudly.
Every door and window was shut tight; no one dared to peek out.
The white-robed man sneered as the illusions crisscrossed and attacked.
Master Lei had nowhere to run. A crazed look flashed in his eyes. He didn’t dodge or evade, prepared to take his opponent down with him.
He swept his long saber, slashing at the two figures in front of him and to his sides.
"WHOOSH!"
The mont his long saber sliced through them, the hairs on Master Lei’s neck stood on end. "They’re illusions!"
The next instant, the black-gloved right hand of the white-robed man to his right shot toward his chest!
The opponent’s Palm Technique was too fast; it was too late to dodge.
"Let’s die together!"
A fierce glint flashed in Master Lei’s eyes.
He deliberately took the palm strike with his chest.
At the sa ti, he viciously thrust out with the long saber in his hand!
"SHLICK!"
The blade sank into flesh. The white-robed man staggered back!
This mutual-destruction tactic had caught him, a master of the Ghost Shadow Illusionary Body Step, completely by surprise!
Blood trickled from Master Lei’s mouth and nose as he collapsed with a thud. He twitched twice, then went still.
The white-robed man clutched his abdon, staggering!
Just then...
SWOOSH!
A Black Kite Arrow, glowing like a crescent moon, shot out of the alley like a lightning bolt, aid straight for the white-robed man’s heart!
Though heavily injured, the white-robed man’s reaction was still astonishingly fast.
He forced himself to twist his body, trying to avoid the arrow.
But as the arrow neared him, it suddenly curved!
PFFT!
The Black Kite Arrow, which he had clearly dodged, seed to ho in on him like a soul-chasing specter, accurately piercing his heart!
THUD!
The white-robed man fell to his knees.
SWOOSH!
Two more Purple Bamboo Arrows sliced through the air.
One embedded itself in the white-robed man’s head, the other in the head of Master Lei, who was already on the ground.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
Beside him, Zhao Tianxing was dumbfounded.
He had thought they were just going to hide and watch the show.
He never would have expected Chu Fan to be so decisive.
Taking a man’s life while he was down!
"Master Cao told us not to provoke the Moon Worship Sect..."
Zhao Tianxing’s throat was dry, his voice tight.
"To refuse a gift from heaven is to invite disaster."
Chu Fan, who had put on his Evil Ghost Mask, strode quickly to the white-robed man’s side and expertly began to loot the body.
Zhao Tianxing gritted his teeth, rushed over as well, and began to inspect Master Lei’s corpse.
Chu Fan pulled so things from the white-robed man’s body and, without looking, stuffed them into his already bulging cloth sack.
Afterward, he walked over to the now-deceased Liang Yuhen.
As he drew near and looked at the face that had been so vibrant just monts ago but was now lifeless, he felt little emotion.
In the martial world, grudges were common, and life and death were always uncertain.
He was getting used to it.
Chu Fan sighed, squatted down, and reached a hand into Liang Yuhen’s robes, feeling for a money pouch.
What his hand touched was unexpectedly warm, soft, and full.
Chu Fan’s hand paused. He subconsciously squeezed twice and thought to himself, ’Strange... Last ti we fought in close combat in Luofeng Valley, I didn’t notice this woman was... this... well-developed?’
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