Chapter 556: Chapter 565 Sneak Attack
Seeing himself surrounded, Wang Yan knew he had fallen into a trap. His expression turned cold as he looked at the blind beggar who had led him here and asked coldly, “The people you’re looking for are all here.”
The blind beggar seed completely unaware of the murderous intent emanating from the people rushing in, and nodded, “Yes, finally they are here, I can finally get sothing to eat.”
From the look of it, this blind beggar was completely unaware of what was happening nearby.
Seeing this, Wang Yan couldn’t help but feel dumbfounded. It turned out that the blind beggar was just an ordinary beggar who had been deceived and used as bait to lure him.
Thinking of this, Wang Yan naturally understood that the person who led him here had planned it all along.
Although Wang Yan’s Wolf Pattern was sealed at this ti, and his Dragon Pattern was only at the Initial-Tier Demon Warrior level, logically speaking, he should have imdiately fled when surrounded by dozens of Demon Cultivators.
However, Wang Yan was extrely calm, standing there motionless, coldly watching the beggars closing in on him.
Seeing that Wang Yan did not flee, but instead stood there coldly watching them, the dozens of beggars did not dare to move forward.
They stopped several steps away from Wang Yan, hesitating, with fear flickering in their eyes.
In fact, these beggars had been brought by Shi Sanquan to surround and kill Wang Yan.
But Shi Sanquan feared Wang Yan, seeing him as a Celestial Being. Even knowing that Wang Yan should be injured now, he didn’t dare to act and only sent his subordinates to test Wang Yan.
However, the beggars under Shi Sanquan knew well that their Second Senior Brother had died at Wang Yan’s hands, so no one dared to risk their life to verify whether Wang Yan was truly injured or not.
It was only today that they dared to show themselves in front of Wang Yan.
But upon seeing Wang Yan, no one dared to approach him.
Wang Yan looked at the beggars in front of him, let out a cold snort, put his hands behind his back, took a step forward, swept his sharp gaze over them, and said in a cold voice, “Where is your master? Let him co out.”
Upon hearing Wang Yan’s fearless voice, the beggars beca even more frightened. They involuntarily retreated a few steps, their bodies trembling even more, yet none dared to respond to Wang Yan.
Seeing no one responding, Wang Yan stepped forward again and raised his voice, “Where is he? Are you just here to be cannon fodder and die for nothing?”
Wang Yan’s voice pierced the sky, sharp and piercing, causing a buzzing sound in the beggars’ ears.
They were already trembling with fear, and now their minds were even more confused. Everyone looked at Wang Yan in horror, as if he were a demon.
At this ti, one of the beggars’ legs went soft, and with a “thud,” he collapsed to the ground.
The rest, already as startled as birds, upon hearing the “thud,” didn’t bother to check what happened, thinking that Wang Yan had struck invisibly, killing one of them.
The others shouted in panic, turned around, and fled.
But the one who collapsed on the ground, his legs were too weak to stand up, could only look at Wang Yan in terror.
In just a mont, the once crowded road beca empty.
Wang Yan looked around and saw that the beggars had vanished without a trace, and there was no one else around.
“Who exactly sent these small-ti thugs to attack , yet they themselves do not show up?”
Wang Yan pondered for a mont and roughly guessed that the leader of these beggars might be the beggar, but why the beggar did not show up, Wang Yan couldn’t figure out.
In the past, Wang Yan would have followed the beggars to find out, but now, without his forr power, should he actually encounter the beggar with the presence of a Demon Emperor, he wouldn’t stand a chance.
So Wang Yan shook his head, imdiately abandoning this idea, and turned to leave.
Glancing back, he saw that the blind beggar was still standing there clueless, so Wang Yan took out a hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to the blind beggar, dismissing him.
The blind beggar thought the hundred yuan was a tip, grabbed it with gratitude, and left joyfully.
Wang Yan also turned and left the street. As he approached the beggar who had collapsed earlier, the beggar was so frightened that his eyes rolled back and he fainted on the ground.
Seeing the beggar on the ground was only at the level of an Initial-Tier Demon Warrior, Wang Yan didn’t bother with him, shook his head, and stepped over the beggar, heading into the distance.
But just a few steps past the beggar, Wang Yan suddenly sensed a surge of killing intent behind him.
Though Wang Yan’s prowess as a Demon King was gone, his instincts still remained. The killing intent appeared unexpectedly, only three steps behind him. Worse yet, it was incredibly powerful, likely at the Demon King level.
Wang Yan felt a foreboding as he realized an ominous presence had appeared behind him.
No ti to think, he quickly gathered all his Power of Demon Patterns, surged it through his body, and forcefully dashed forward.
Wang Yan shot forward with incredible speed, covering several steps in an instant, seemingly able to evade the ambush behind him with so more effort.
But at that mont, Wang Yan’s body wavered, strength fading, and his pace abruptly slowed.
Startled, he rembered that he was no longer at the Demon King level but just an Initial-Tier Demon Warrior. In the urgency of the mont, by instinct, he’d tried to summon Demon King power, leading to his loss of strength and slowing down midway.
As Wang Yan’s speed decreased, the attacker did not relent.
The disparity in speed allowed the fierce assault to reach Wang Yan’s back.
Without turning back, Wang Yan could sense a palm strike aid squarely at his back.
If it landed, his spine would be shattered, killing him instantly.
In this critical mont, Wang Yan tried to evade but couldn’t, so he used all his remaining strength to slightly lower his shoulder, making his back miss the strike.
Thanks to his evasion, the strike, as potent as it was, landed on Wang Yan’s left shoulder instead of directly hitting him. With a “thud,” it struck heavily.
Wang Yan’s left shoulder seared with pain down to the bone before his body was flung high, arcing through the air to land distantly on the ground.
With another “thud,” Wang Yan crashed to the ground.
He hurriedly turned to see the previously fainted beggar now standing coldly behind him, emitting the formidable presence of a Demon King.
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