"The expert from Wuwei Sect has arrived." Zhan Xinyue's voice was light and slow, yet seed calm and composed, as if everything was within expectation.
"Unexpectedly... it actually turned out to be unexpected." Jiang Hu sighed inwardly.
He could now confirm that the jar escorted by the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance was extraordinary, and the contents inside were perhaps related to Wuwei Sect.
"You all stay here, we'll go clean up the trash."
Saying this, Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue turned and walked out of the room.
"After all, they are within the organization, truly quite composed."
Jiang Hu walked to the window, Primordial Spirit Observation, and saw downstairs, two figures erging from the hotel, appearing on the cold and clear street, with the mist growing more intense, even perating through the window and lingering into the room, the surroundings of the hotel quiet without even a chirp of insects.
"Rodents of Wuwei Sect, co out." Zhan Xinyue's voice echoed leisurely.
"Wind Drum!"
At this mont, Sui Chunsheng took a deep breath, his chest showing extrely exaggerated undulations, like a balloon.
The next mont, Sui Chunsheng sealed with one hand, pointed at his chest, and a muffled sound abruptly erupted, like the beating of drums thundering.
Following that, a gale howled, bursting forth from his mouth, unexpectedly dispersing all the surrounding mist.
"Great Wind Technique!"
Suddenly, a cold voice abruptly rang out in the dark of night.
Buzz...
As soon as the thick fog scattered, amidst the vision, white figures unexpectedly erged from four different wind directions against the flowing wind, at first glance, they seed like four white paper n.
"Paper Sacrifice Skill!"
The chests of the four paper n were each marked with a talisman, as if their hearts were opened, eyes dotted red, floating, their speed fast, like a swift wind, in an instant, closing in on Zhan Xinyue.
Rip...
One of the paper n's arms abruptly extended, the originally soft paper suddenly sharp as a knife, unexpectedly piercing through Zhan Xinyue's chest as if cutting tofu.
Whoosh...
In the next mont, Zhan Xinyue's form gently dissolved, like the moon reflected in water, a stone stirring a thousand waves, shattering that moon image.
"Moon in the Water!"
The cold voice echoed in the night.
Like a phantom, Zhan Xinyue appeared behind two of the paper n, her hands sealing, stepping with Celestial Gang, her palms slowly descending upon the two paper n's backs.
"Water Imrsion Technique!"
Buzz...
A massive amount of steam converged in Zhan Xinyue's palms, instantly soaking the two paper n, the latter swaying, dissolving into a heap, slumping to the ground.
Bang...
At the sa ti, the other two paper n took advantage of the flowing wind, recklessly spinning in the air, an ear-piercing sound like blades clashing, slashing towards Sui Chunsheng from different directions.
"Wind Erosion Blade!"
Sui Chunsheng sealed with Xunfeng Seal, his chest swelling, releasing a gale, suddenly transforming in his palm's seal into an invisible blade, just as the two paper n approached, slicing them apart.
Buzz...
The fierce wind, like a at grinder, ground the two paper n to pieces, fragnts like snowflakes scattering, falling on the cold and clear street.
"No wonder you are masters of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, truly young and promising."
At this mont, a crisp applause resounded under the moonlit sky.
At the end of the street, a figure slowly walked out, followed by billowing mist at his feet.
It was a bald youth, around 1.77 ters tall, wearing a pair of leather shoes, the clattering sound echoing on the cold and clear street.
"Allow to introduce myself, I am Shi Shougong."
The bald youth slightly bowed, showing great etiquette.
"Wuwei Sect is truly shabby... ca to seek death but you ca alone?" Zhan Xinyue saw the newcor, speaking lightly.
"The Daoist friend is joking..."
"For killing, I am the only one."
Before the leisurely words fell, Shi Shougong vanished from Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue's sight.
"Quick, retreat!"
Almost simultaneously, Sui Chunsheng's expression changed drastically, instinctively stepping back.
"Five colors make blindness."
A cold voice ca from behind, Sui Chunsheng's heart skipped a beat, before he could react, a blood light soared to the sky.
He flew back, the fierce wind forming a barrier in front of him.
"Chun Sheng..." Zhan Xinyue's expression changed drastically, staring intently at Sui Chunsheng; his right arm rely cut open slightly, the wound not deep, yet in an instant, the entire arm beca necrotic, turning black.
"Plague Poison Technique!?" Sui Chunsheng gritted his teeth, coldly staring at the young bald man who had suddenly appeared in front of him, his eyes full of extre vigilance.
"Take a guess," Shi Shougong said with a slight smile.
"Substitution!"
Sui Chunsheng gritted his teeth, his body shook violently, and his right arm trembled. The originally black and necrotic flesh, like withered wood, slowly peeled off from the surface, emitting a sinister green smoke and a stench.
Underneath, the right arm was like a shelled egg, white and bright, bursting with vitality.
"Life-saving Technique!" Shi Shougong's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Sui Chunsheng's pale face with an even broader smile.
"How many more tis can you do that!?"
Whew...
At this mont, Zhan Xinyue flew forward, shielding Sui Chunsheng behind her. She ford seals with both hands, and in her eyes seed to hide a sparkle, her body's vitality rising and falling. Her once delicate body suddenly beca as rigid as dead wood.
"Hmm!? Walking Corpse Technique!?"
Shi Shougong's gaze deepened, revealing a look of surprise.
"I didn't expect a delicate beauty like you to be a close combat type!?"
Shi Shougong nodded, sowhat appreciative, "Your Daoist skill really is a bit of a counter to mine."
"But it doesn't matter..."
Saying this, Shi Shougong slowly straightened his body, putting his hands in his pockets, showing no intention of fighting.
"It's about ti."
Phut...
Just as he finished speaking, Zhan Xinyue's body suddenly trembled, and black blood oozed from the corners of her mouth.
Sui Chunsheng collapsed to the ground, a look of astonishnt in his eyes.
"That dense fog just now..."
"Tsk tsk... Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance still has so talented people, quick to react."
Shi Shougong's lips curved up slightly, revealing an appreciative smile. He licked his lips, his tongue unexpectedly unlike a human's, resembling more that of an animal, a cold-blooded creature adept at camouflage...
Lizard!
"You are..."
"Demon!?"
Sui Chunsheng's pupils suddenly contracted. Although he was a mber of the Daoist Alliance, he had never encountered a real demon in his cultivation. It was his first ti seeing one, and he didn't expect its thods to be so bizarre and powerful.
"Didn't I just say it? One is enough to do the killing."
Shi Shougong kept his hands in his pockets, casual and relaxed, looking up at the open window of the hotel.
"Jiang Hu..."
Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue quickly looked up at the open window, clearly seeing a figure moving within.
At this mont, both of their hearts sank to the bottom.
In the room, the remaining mist was still swirling. Jiang Hu was collapsed on the ground, feeling powerless in all his limbs, and the scattered talismans were being stepped on by a shadowy figure.
"Shougong's fog is always so intoxicating."
Under the dim light, a young man in a Daoist Robe looked down at the collapsed Jiang Hu, and finally, his indifferent gaze turned to Zhang Fan, who was in ditation, and the earthen jar placed beside him.
"As easy as taking sothing with your hands."
The young man in the Daoist Robe's lips curved up slightly, walking straight towards the earthen jar.
"Lure the tiger away from the mountain!"
On the cold and clear street, Sui Chunsheng gritted his teeth, coldly staring at Shi Shougong.
"The prerequisite for distracting the tiger from the mountain... you must be the tiger first..." Shi Shougong smiled slightly.
"You can't co down, the result is the sa."
These words sank Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue's hearts completely. They knew they were utterly defeated tonight.
"Let's go."
Seeing the expressions of the two, Shi Shougong's smile carried a trace of mockery as he looked at the open window, urging them.
Boom...
At this mont, a sudden explosion rang out. A terrifying blaze shot out from the room, as if a dragon's roar resounded, turning into a sword cry that soared into the sky. Shattered window glass was scattered all over, the terrible noise shaking half the street.
Imdiately, a charred corpse flew out from the broken window, landing heavily in front of Shi Shougong.
"This... this is..."
Shi Shougong's face changed drastically, hardly able to believe what he saw. He looked up abruptly, seeing a figure erging slowly from the faint glow of fire in the room with half of its walls gone.
"Zhang... Zhang Fan..."
Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue exchanged a glance, seeing deep disbelief in each other's eyes.
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