Tang Rao's pupils suddenly shrank, such swift speed, such fierce stepping techniques.
Even accompanied by an outburst of Spiritual Energy, it seems, the opponent is also a Cultivator.
This speed should be considered mid-stage Qi gathering, about the sa as Uncle Cha, who protects Ye Xiaobai.
Could it be another one sent by that trash Lu He?
The possibility is quite high.
Of course, Tang Rao's reaction was anything but slow, his footwork shifted, he lightly touched the ground, and his body soared into the air.
A dark shadow and a pitch-black dagger paired with a sinister silver mask, that's what Tang Rao saw.
"Bang!" Another burst of Spiritual Energy, the silver-masked person's speed increased again, his footsteps elusive and unpredictable.
For the average person, this kind of footwork was extrely intriguing, and simply undecipherable.
But Tang Rao was no ordinary person, although the opponent's footwork was good, it was far from exquisite.
This kind of footwork, in the Nine Realms and Seventy-two Domains, was just diocre.
"Fine, I'll play along with you," said Tang Rao with a smile on his lips, gathering Spiritual Energy, channeling it into his legs.
The familiar feeling.
The mont Spiritual Energy coursed through his legs, Tang Rao's heart instantly cald, a profound mystery rising from his mind.
Since his rebirth, this was the first ti Tang Rao had such a feeling.
How thrilling it was.
This was the perfect fusion of Spiritual Energy and Spiritual Technique.
On the path of Cultivation, it was the most enviable state.
Why did he, Tang Rao, manage to establish a dominant position in the Nine Realms and Seventy-two Domains in just a few decades?
It was because of his unique talent, Spirit Root, his Spirit Root naturally allowing a perfect fusion of Spiritual Energy and Spiritual Techniques.
Both comprehension speed and the power of the Spiritual Techniques would greatly increase.
It was like having a natural cheat.
Tang Rao's footsteps, like phantoms, each step filled with an awe-inspiring path, the path belonging to Tang Rao himself!
The silver-masked person was naturally Qing Chuan, the Dark Net's person in charge in the Yan Kingdom.
At this mont, Qing Chuan's forehead was covered in cold sweat, her heart filled with inexplicable fear.
She never thought she would be played around in terms of body movent.
She couldn't even touch the hem of Tang Rao's clothes, let alone killing him.
Too terrifying.
Even more terrifying was that with every move Tang Rao made, it was like the operation of so rule, causing palpitations and fear.
In the car, Guan Zhenkong was staring gobsmacked.
He was a tomb raider, and he had seen many experts in the pugilistic world, but he had never witnessed a fight like the one between Tang Rao and the silver-masked person.
Too fast, too brutal.
Looking at their footings, with such a strong montum, even the green-bricked ground was covered with cracks.
Were these still normal people?
...
Two minutes later, Qing Chuan's complexion had turned sowhat pale, her breathing becoming slightly unsteady.
Tang Rao was terrifying, every step he took seed to be able to crush her every possible escape route.
Run!
In Qing Chuan's mind, that was the only thought left.
She couldn't keep fighting Tang Rao, because in the end, she'd definitely be the one losing.
"Thinking of running?" Tang Rao saw Qing Chuan's intention, his lips curling into a cold smile.
Within his lightning-fast footwork, his right arm suddenly shot out.
Like a Serpent rising from the sea, like a fierce beast's roar, his montum surged forward.
Dragon King Claw!
Qing Chuan's whole body broke out in goosebumps, as if death were hovering right before her eyes.
That claw from Tang Rao seed to co at her directly, but it felt like it sealed off all her escape routes, leaving her utterly clueless about how to defend, how to dodge.
Is this my end?
Beneath the mask, a trace of desolation erged on Qing Chuan's face, and then she closed her eyes.
Indeed, walking this path does not lead to a long life.
Perhaps this is where I belong.
Fate, such a thing always seems beyond one's resistance.
"Crack! Boom!" A crisp sound resounded, and Qing Chuan felt her face lighten—the silver mask that covered her visage instantly shattered into pieces, scattering in every direction.
Qing Chuan's eyes were wide open, staring intensely at Tang Rao's five fingers that had stopped right in front of her face.
Such terrifying power.
The mask on her face was made of fine steel and a special substance which was much harder than steel.
Yet, it was blasted apart by that claw of Tang Rao's.
It's hard to imagine what would happen if that claw landed on soone's head. Maybe the head would just burst like a waterlon, squashed open.
"Yo, turns out to be a great beauty!" Tang Rao stepped in close, pressed up against Qing Chuan, and with a twist of his right hand, his index and middle fingers hooked into a bend, clasping onto Qing Chuan's delicate neck.
Tang Rao could take Qing Chuan's life at any mont if he wished.
"Mr. Tang Rao is very impressive, go ahead and do it," said Qing Chuan uncomfortably, shifting her body. This guy, Tang Rao, was actually sticking close to her.
"If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it just now. Of course, that doesn't an I won't kill you," Tang Rao sneered.
Then he gestured towards Guan Zhenkong inside the car.
Guan Zhenkong imdiately got out of the car and ran over to Tang Rao.
"Uncle Guan, get a needle," Tang Rao said.
"Wait a mont," said Guan Zhenkong, not knowing what Tang Rao was up to, but he swiftly ran into the house.
In less than half a minute, Guan Zhenkong ca running out again, holding a sewing kit.
Tang Rao took out the longest, thinnest needle from the kit, flicked his arm, and violently jabbed it into Qing Chuan's upper abdon.
Qing Chuan grew even paler.
With Tang Rao's jab, there was no pain, but she felt the vortex of Spiritual Energy in her belly dispersing, unable to condense at all.
It was as though a foreign object had jamd between the gears.
"Temporarily sealing your Spiritual Energy," said Tang Rao as he released Qing Chuan and gave her a slight push, sending her into the villa.
Guan Zhenkong imdiately followed in, casually closing the villa's main door.
...
"Let's hear it," said Tang Rao, lounging on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking at Qing Chuan in front of him.
"There's not much to say, just doing a job for pay," Qing Chuan said indifferently. From the day she started walking the path of an assassin, she knew that she would eventually et a violent end.
What a pity though, she had never experienced love, never t the right person.
What? Assassins need to be cold-blooded, sever all emotions and desires?
Ridiculous, I'm an assassin, not a nun...
"From the Dark Net? Sa deal as the Four Holy Lords?" Tang Rao asked.
"Yes," Qing Chuan nodded. There was nothing to deny there.
"Took Lu He's money, right?" Tang Rao continued to speak.
Qing Chuan stayed silent. Although Tang Rao was right, she could not confirm it—that was the rule of the Dark Net. Under no circumstances could she reveal a client's information.
"It doesn't matter if you don't speak, whether it was Lu He or not, he will certainly be carrying the bla," Tang Rao shrugged and said.
"By the way, what's your na?" Tang Rao changed his posture, blinked, and asked.
"Qing Chuan."
"Hey, that's a nice na. Okay, Qing Chuan, I'm giving you a chance to live, I wonder if you want it," Tang Rao said.
Qing Chuan stared at Tang Rao, her breathing grew a bit heavier.
Although she had long been prepared for death, if she could survive, how could she possibly refuse?
No one thinks their life is too long.
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