Chapter 858: Chapter 293: Mysterious Organization_2
By then, you can use the overflowing water to forcibly seize the opponent’s treasures, attracting backlash, greatly weakening the enemy.
But now, Ning, Wen, and Yang joined forces, using only magic spells, they could share the pressure and hold their ground.
This ford a situation where magic spells consud the overflowing water, which was extrely unfavorable for Zheng Shoumo.
“We must attack with full force, no holding back! The opportunity is now, we must force out his Magic Treasure and Magic Artifact.” Zheng Shoumo was about to urge another Magic Treasure.
Yang Sanyan was already impatient, snorted coldly, and the vertical mark on his forehead suddenly opened.
Superior Innate Talent – Nothing Can Be Concealed!
His gaze was firm and blindingly bright, and as it shone on the overflowing water, a section of it rapidly disappeared.
Yang Sanyan, with his high spirits, felt angry for being pushed to the defensive even in a three-on-one.
At this mont, his outburst imdiately changed the course of the battle.
“A good opportunity!” Ning Zhuo and Wen Ruanyu’s hearts stirred, taking the chance to strike.
One executed the Mystic Gold Slash, while the other wrote three ‘kill’ characters in a row.
Zheng Shoumo’s whole body turned cold, as if falling into an ice cave, feeling the intense killing intent.
He hurriedly switched from offense to defense, but unfortunately, his previous full-out attack ant that even a fast transition required so ti.
And this critical ti for him was the difference between life and death!
First, the Mystic Gold Slash destroyed his defenses, then the three ‘kill’ characters directly imprinted on his body.
Zheng Shoumo spewed blood, flying backward, his aura plumting to the bottom.
The overflowing water scattered and fell to the ground, surprisingly losing control.
Yang Sanyan, having dispersed so much of the overflowing water, also paid a high price; the third eye on his forehead faded gray, almost losing its sight!
Yet, he cared not, summoning a flying knife again.
The flying knife shot out like lightning, arriving before Zheng Shoumo’s face in a blink, aiming straight for his forehead, intending to pierce into his Divine Ocean Dantian!
Zheng Shoumo, gravely wounded and in a daze, couldn’t react in ti.
But at the critical mont, a Token was suddenly activated, flying out from his storage ring, blocking the flying knife.
Soon after, this Token hovered in mid-air, glowing with a profound radiance.
Within the radiance, a swirling archway ford.
The archway emitted a suction force, directly pulling Zheng Shoumo into it, disappearing instantly.
This scene stunned Ning, Wen, and Yang.
They were all confident in capturing Zheng Shoumo, yet such an outco occurred.
“What kind of trick is this?!” Ning Zhuo exclaid on the spot, sowhat incredulous.
All three directed their bewildered gaze at the Token.
After absorbing Zheng Shoumo, the swirling archway vanished completely, leaving only a Token falling from the air, landing on the grass.
Yang Sanyan reached out and captured the Token into his hand.
As he examined it closely, he saw the Token was already cracked all over, filled with fissures. It wouldn’t be surprising if it shattered completely in the next mont.
The previous patterns on the Token were barely discernible.
The cracks and fissures interwove, so like raging thunder, others twisted and grotesque, suggesting a mysterious image.
The Token’s aura had fallen into the mundane, becoming a common item, not even counting as a low-level Magic Artifact.
Clearly, this miraculous item could only be used once.
Wen Ruanyu stepped forward, staring at the broken Token: “What exactly is this?”
Ning Zhuo had the sa question: “The dojo isolates itself from the outside. Yet Zheng Shoumo, who personally released the dojo, and is the master of the Dragon Pond of Hidden Scale dojo, managed to escape directly!?”
Yang Sanyan glared at the Token in his hand, his heart trembling!
He looked extrely troubled, taking a long while before addressing Wen and Ning, his voice heavy, filled with shock, apprehension, and gravity: “It’s normal for you not to recognize this thing.”
“All I can say is, this involves sothing enormous!”
“I must imdiately send a Flying ssage, reporting to the sect!!”
Ning Zhuo and Wen Ruanyu exchanged puzzled glances.
Yang Sanyan’s gaze swept over Wen Ruanyu before lingering on Ning Zhuo’s face, hesitating for a mont, he said: “Your mother, ng Yaoyin, and the fate of other talented disciples, might very well be linked to this organization.”
“What?!” Ning Zhuo’s color changed dramatically, urgently questioning further.
Yang Sanyan, however, shook his head: “This is a secret of the Evil Slaying Hall of my Myriad Images Sect! Even soone like Wen Ruanyu, a Golden Core True Transmission, knows little of it. If you want to know, I suggest you join the Myriad Images Sect and then take up a position with in the Evil Slaying Hall.”
“Myriad Images Sect, Evil Slaying Hall…” Ning Zhuo frowned deeply, murmuring.
He knew his mother had suffered from a Dao Injury, but he didn’t know how it was inflicted.
ng Yaoyin hadn’t practiced any strange Taoist skill either.
Now, Yang Sanyan was telling Ning Zhuo that his mother might have been secretly hard by so organization. And that this Token, capable of allowing soone to escape from a dangerous situation, was one of the symbols of this organization.
At this mont, flas of anger rose in Ning Zhuo’s heart, mixed with confusion and suspicion.
Yang Sanyan cast several spells, preserving the broken Token carefully, and stored it inside a Storage Waist Belt.
With a serious face, he addressed Wen and Ning: “The situation is more complicated than I imagined.”
“Zheng Shoumo is a mber of this organization, and he’s been in the White Paper Immortal City for years. If this organization indeed wants to ddle in this Immortal City, the real situation might be much worse than I imagined.”
“I must first inspect the City Lord and other high-ranking mbers of the Immortal City, including you two, of course.”
Wen Ruanyu replied solemnly: “Please do as you need.”
Ning Zhuo: “I am willing to cooperate actively, but this must be done covertly. After all, White Paper Immortal City is already under the dual siege of Ghost Tide and Yin Soldiers, the atmosphere within the city is extrely tense.”
Yang Sanyan nodded slightly, fixing his sharp gaze on Ning Zhuo: “You’re probably clean, as any discrepancies wouldn’t have blown Zheng Shoumo’s cover.”
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