An Unexpected Change
"You'd better stay here and pray the room is sturdy enough not to bury you."
After saying that, White Face didn't give Lu Ling a chance to ask any questions. He closed the door to the secret room and strode out.
He entered the hall and looked out the window, only to find that the mountain behind had been transformed into a fiery mountain, with wild fire snakes dancing wildly and turning half the night sky red. Moreover, the place where the Crimson Eye Society members lived was also engulfed in flames.
"What exactly happened? This situation is definitely not an accident. Is the enemy targeting the Lu Lineage or the Crimson Eye Society? Could it be that the Mohist Knight Guard discovered the leader's whereabouts and decided to eradicate the Crimson Eye Society completely?"
White Face didn't believe these people were after the Monster Race. After all, the Monster Race's identity was extremely mysterious, and their numbers were so small that they had never been exposed. Unless the other party knew the secrets of heaven and was proficient in divination, there was no reason for them to attack them.
Just as they were pondering this, they suddenly heard several more explosions. It turned out that several of the Lu Lineage's granaries and warehouses had caught fire. Although the explosions were much smaller than the previous ones, the fires were scattered in all directions around the Lu Lineage's property, making them even more difficult to extinguish.
"Could they really be targeting the Lu Lineage? If so, we've just been taking the blame for them for nothing."
The truth became increasingly elusive, White Face decided to go see the leader first, as it was not advisable to act on his own at this time.
He hurriedly walked outside, but as he stepped out of the courtyard gate, he instinctively felt a sense of crisis. He tilted his head back, but it was too late. He felt a chill on his neck; a three-centimeter-deep wound had already been cut open.
For an ordinary person, such an injury would be enough to bleed to death, but as Anomalies, this kind of injury is painless to White Face; he can simply cover it with his hand and the bleeding will stop.
Who is it?
The White Face man raised his hand and unleashed palm strikes in all directions, but saw no one. Just as he was wondering what was happening, he heard a whooshing sound behind him.
With a flick of his sleeve, a jade-colored short sword appeared in his hand. He held it up with a backhand motion to block the sneak attack of the Sword Qi, and then shouted, "Sneaking around like that, who is it!"
Qingyan didn't respond. He wasn't the kind of assassin who liked to show off his personality. Sending a warning before killing someone or leaving a unique mark afterward were unprofessional practices to him and would only shorten his career.
Assassins should act discreetly. First, they should scout out the location and familiarize themselves with the terrain, gather intelligence and formulate tactics, then stealthily move in and kill in the most efficient way. Finally, they should erase any traces that might expose their identity, leave quietly, and conceal their achievements and fame.
Now, the prey has stepped into the carefully woven trap. Qingyan no longer holds back, using the darkness and shadows to launch a relentless offensive, keeping the target busy and unable to cope. In particular, his sword has been specially treated so that it does not reflect any light, making it even more difficult to defend against.
Amidst the flashing blades and the clanging of metal, the air was filled with the sounds of waves crashing against the clouds. In just a few breaths, the two had exchanged a hundred blows. Bai White Face used the Lu Lineage's unique Jade Flute Sword Art fight back. Although his Swordsmanship Higher Vehicle, he was hampered by the unfavorable environment. The enemy was in the dark while he was in the light, and he was unable to block all the sneak attacks. He was struck by several swords, and blood blossomed on his body.
However, White Face didn't take this injury seriously. As long as he wasn't hit in the head, he didn't care even if his heart was pierced.
Just as he had become familiar with the rhythm of the assassin's attack and was about to counterattack, he suddenly felt dizzy, his consciousness became scattered, his body became numb, and his reactions became slow.
The sword is poisoned!
The poison cannot kill the Anomalies, but it can slow its movements by paralyzing its muscles and nerves.
Caught off guard, White Face was pierced through the right chest by the Sword Qi, drawing out a pool of blood. Knowing he could not prolong the fight any longer, he immediately activated his inner energy, sealing his body with a dense, soft Sword Qi and unleashing his ultimate Swordsmanship technique.
"The Flute Sounds a Melody in the Sword!"
The flute music and Sword Qi mingled together, sweeping out indiscriminately and destroying the surrounding environment. The ground, walls, and doors were riddled with tiny holes by the fine, needle-like Sword Qi, enough to terrify anyone with trypophobia.
Regardless of whether his sword strike hit his opponent, White Face seized the opportunity to gather his energy and leap into the air, attempting to avoid the building passages below where traps could easily be set, and leave from the rooftop where ambushes were unlikely.
Unexpectedly, while he was still in mid-air, he felt a sudden surge of murderous intent, which surrounded him completely, and the sharp Sword Intent made him realize the danger.
"Six Paths Combined Kill!"
Centered on the White Face, four masked, body-hugging Qingyan appeared in all directions, each wielding a sharp sword. Their killing intent seemed to materialize, interfering with others' spiritual senses. With a flick of their swords, the four figures surrounded and attacked with sharp sword energy.
Unable to discern which one was the true form, White Face could only treat all four as his true forms for defense. His jade sword danced like a butterfly, moving forward and backward, left and right, creating an impenetrable defense. His Swordsmanship even showed signs of improvement compared to the past.
However, after he blocked the attacks from all four directions, he realized that they were all illusions.
The actual location is... below!
White Face realized the true location of his opponent, but his reaction was still a beat too slow. A black sword flashed past, and a symmetrical bloodstain appeared on his body.
As they passed each other, Qingyan whispered in the other's ear, "Lu Ling, I'll take your life."
White Face's eyes widened, his face filled with resentment and injustice. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, because his very essence had been struck.
The body, cut in half, fell from the sky and landed in the mud, its eyes wide open in death.
Chapter 331 An Unexpected Change
"Hundred Gods Sacrifice Five, Tiger God!"
Realizing that her opponent's true form was Anomalies, Si Huaruo did not hesitate to use her Divine Arts, transforming her True Qi into divine power, which then manifested as a Hurricane Tiger King that roared out.
The Netherworld Blood Slave, possessed by the Anomalies, used the remnants of its Otherworld Domain power to summon countless thorny vines, which burst forth from the ground like spears, blocking its path.
The Tiger King crashed into the vine wall, transforming into sharp blades of air that exploded outwards, only to be blocked by the layers upon layers of vines. Even if some stray blades managed to slip through the gaps and strike the Netherworld Blood Slave, these injuries were insignificant to the Anomalies.
At the same time, Si Huaruo also faced a counterattack, with thorns and vines constantly sprouting from the ground beneath her feet. She could only dodge and parry with the stick in her hand.
Everyone brought weapons for this operation, because they weren't going to participate in a ring competition and didn't need to hold back. The Si Clan was wealthy and powerful, and they didn't lack top-notch equipment, so they naturally wanted to take advantage of their rich player status.
Si Huaruo carries a five-foot-long thin stick, inlaid with Spiritual Origin Crystal and wish power beads. It can store True Qi and amplify Divine Arts, functioning somewhat like a staff. However, its appearance is quite different from traditional magicians' staffs, resembling more of the Ruyi Golden Cudgel (the magic staff). It looks extremely sturdy, being a weapon of Eastern martial artists, close combat being the most basic requirement. It would cost tens of millions to buy on the market.
The reason she chose a staff instead of a sword is that Si Huaruo's Swordsmanship is actually quite average. Although she learned the "Vast Cold Immortal Sword Art" from Si Ming, it was to fight against Si Jingyu. It was a bit of a forced learning, and she only mastered a few routine moves. In comparison, she is more skilled in staff techniques.
However, she was now filled with regret. She should have brought a sword instead. No matter how exquisite her staff skills were, they were useless against the wildly growing vines. She would have been better off just swinging her sword around. At least One Sword would have cut down a large area. With the staff, she could only push the vines aside at best.
"Hundred Gods Sacrifice Eight Hundred Species!"
The Hundred Species were insect gods. As Si Huaruo sacrificed her True Qi power, a dense swarm of insects, like a dark cloud, surged out from behind her and pounced on the thorny vines in front of her. In just a few breaths, they devoured them to pieces, but Si Huaruo did not smile.
"Tsk, such poor compatibility, they've really picked the wrong opponent this time."
Si Huaruo frowned inwardly. Her Divine Arts were mostly water-based, while her opponent's ability was undoubtedly wood-based, which put her at a disadvantage in terms of attributes. In addition, she had chosen the wrong weapon, which led to a stalemate in the battle.
Of course, she believed that she would eventually win, because the shot that Si Ming fired earlier had already severely injured her opponent. However, the opponent had forcibly suppressed the injury. As long as the fight dragged on, the injury would eventually flare up. But this would go against her idea of quickly defeating her opponent and then helping her companions.