Before the words were finished, a bone-chilling killing intent suddenly erupted from the void, instantly enveloping the four of them.
Right after, a cold gleam, like a serpent’s tongue, darted out from the space behind Dongfang Haoyue—it was a completely black short sword, nearly invisible, aiming directly at Dongfang Haoyue’s vital spot in his back!
"Not good!"
Dongfang Haoyue’s face changed dramatically, and his Spiritual Energy instinctively erupted, forming a thick layer of Spirit Shield at his back with a faint green glow.
But the short sword pierced through the Spirit Shield as effortlessly as a hot knife through butter.
In the nick of ti, a sharp "ding" rang out suddenly—at Dongfang Haoyue’s back, an ice crystal the size of a palm appeared from nowhere, as thin as a cicada’s wing, yet precisely blocking the sword tip and holding the short sword firmly!
"Pfft!" Dongfang Haoyue staggered forward a few steps due to the imnse force from the short sword, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He turned back abruptly, looking at the silhouette that had just beco visible.
It was a figure cloaked in black, with the face hidden in shadow, only revealing a pair of icy eyes, exuding undisguised Tier Seven Spiritual Energy fluctuations, and at the peak of Tier Seven!
"Tier Seven Nine Stars!" Qin Tian, Dongfang Haoyue, and Zhuge Yu exchanged a glance, their expressions heavy with seriousness.
Not far away, the thirteen guards near the Flying Device also sensed this terrifying aura, their faces changing drastically, as they drew their weapons and rushed over to provide support.
But the assassin gave them no ti to assist, attacking again with ghost-like swiftness the mont his figure appeared.
This ti, the short sword’s target switched to Dongfang Haoyue’s temple, moving faster than before, and the blade was even shrouded in a faint black mist, clearly containing a special corrosive power.
Having had a mont to catch his breath, Dongfang Haoyue finally reacted, flipping his right hand to retrieve a longsword etched with golden patterns from the Space Ring. He sidestepped the short sword, launched a counterattack with the blade infused with pale green Spiritual Energy, aid directly at the assassin’s face, the move fierce and precise.
"Wind Gate—Bind!" Zhuge Yu quickly entered combat mode from the side, his hands forming seals rapidly, shouting in a low voice. An invisible Power of Imprisonnt suddenly descended upon the assassin, trying to restrict his movents.
But the assassin rely flickered and broke free from the imprisonnt, making the Power of Imprisonnt seem like nothing more than a gentle breeze to him!
"Die!" Qin Tian shouted, tightening his grip on the Black Frost Battle Saber, crackling with lightning, slashing toward the assassin’s side waist.
At the sa ti, Lan stood still, the wind and snow around him suddenly turning violent. The ice beneath the assassin’s feet instantly froze, and countless Ice Spikes jutted from the ground, attempting to trap the assassin.
"Hmph." The assassin let out a low snort, and facing the joint attack from Qin Tian and Lan, his Spiritual Energy exploded from within, enveloping himself in black mist. He forcibly shattered the ice underfoot and retreated with ghostly agility, narrowly evading Qin Tian’s Thunder Saber.
Although Qin Tian’s saber missed, he did not hesitate to pursue again, but suddenly saw the assassin’s figure waver and split into dozens of identical afterimages.
These afterimages, indistinguishable from the real one, appeared ghost-like around Qin Tian, Zhuge Yu, Dongfang Haoyue, and Lan, brandishing the short sword, flickering with cold light.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
"Ding-ding~"
"Splat—" "Clang!"
Thuds and the sound of tal clashing erupted almost simultaneously.
The bodies of Qin Tian, Zhuge Yu, and Dongfang Haoyue shuddered violently, deep, bone-exposing wounds instantly appearing on their bodies.
Qin Tian’s left arm had a long gash opened by the short sword, blood dripping along his arm, staining half of his sleeve red; Zhuge Yu’s shoulder was pierced, the excruciating pain causing him to let out a muted groan, nearly letting the Compass in his hand slip; the worst was Dongfang Haoyue, with his chest penetrated by the short sword of an afterimage, blood gushing like a spring, soaking through his chest garnts, clearly indicating a severe heart injury.
Yet, the Holy Blood constitution of the Dongfang Clan was legendary—despite the heart trauma, Dongfang Haoyue was rely pale, not collapsing imdiately—for them, as long as their heads remained, even severe injuries could be rapidly self-healed with the Power of Holy Blood.
Covering his chest, he struggled to remain standing, eyes firmly locked on the assassin’s afterimages, filled with seriousness.
Only Lan remained calmly standing, imdiately summoning several thick ice walls. The ice walls, like iron fortifications, firmly isolated all the ghosts charging at them outside, leaving only shallow marks where short swords struck, unable to break through.
"He’s Tier Seven Nine Stars; direct confrontation puts us at a disadvantage, retreat first!" Qin Tian decided swiftly, grabbing Dongfang Haoyue’s arm, his inner space-spiritual energy suddenly erupting, a light blue Gate of Space unfolding slowly before him, "Lan, delay him for two seconds for us!"
Without hesitation, Lan increased the coldness around again, freezing the ice beneath the assassin instantly. The thick ice shell locked his feet firmly, requiring ti to break free even with his spiritual energy outbreak.
Qin Tian seized the opportunity, dragging Dongfang Haoyue into the Gate of Space, with Zhuge Yu enduring the shoulder pain, following closely.
Seeing the three step into the spatial door, Lan ceased combat, turning to run into the door.
"Thinking of escaping? Not that easy!" The cloaked man let out a cold snort, his Spiritual Energy suddenly detonating, black mist enveloping his body. He shattered the ice shell beneath his feet and transford into a black lightning bolt, rushing toward the nearly closed Gate of Space.
Just as only a slit remained in the Gate of Space, the cloaked man dove through like a specter.
"Snap!"
The Gate of Space completely closed, restoring a brief calm to the ice field, leaving only scattered bloodstains and broken ice shards on the ground.
The next second, in the sa spot, the Gate of Space opened again.
Qin Tian erged holding Dongfang Haoyue, with Zhuge Yu and Lan following closely behind, stepping out of the door.
"Young master! Are you alright?" The thirteen guards waiting nearby rushed over imdiately, seeing Dongfang Haoyue’s blood-stained chest but no wound, their hearts settled.
Dongfang Haoyue waved his hand, looking at Qin Tian: "Are you sure... you sent him to the place you wanted him to go?"
Qin Tian curved his mouth into a aningful smile: "Don’t worry, there’s no mistake. Wait a while longer, and soon I’ll take you all..."
"To watch a grand show!"
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