In the blink of an eye, Spring Moon Tower became a battlefield of slaughter.
As the dancers and courtesans assassinated Wang Chen, the musicians who had been playing zithers and flutes all tore off their disguises. The instruments in their hands transformed into weapons of murder in an instant.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Accompanied by bloodcurdling whistles, more than a dozen silver threads shot toward Wang Chen at once.
Every silver thread was infused with tremendous force, and they were extraordinarily nimble!
Wang Chen's gaze flickered. He dropped the severed hand he was holding and suddenly reached forward with clawed fingers.
A dark-gold round shield instantly appeared in his grasp!
The next moment, the silver threads flying toward Wang Chen struck the round shield, erupting in a string of crackling explosions.
Wang Chen snorted coldly and suddenly charged forward.
He swung the shield and smashed it viciously into a "musician" sneaking toward him.
Bang!
The agile assassin was immediately sent flying by the heavy blow, blood spraying wildly from his mouth. Who knew how many bones had been broken?
He then crashed into a pillar behind him, bounced off, and fell to the floor. He was already taking more breaths out than in.
Wang Chen had long condensed the four great Sha Wheels—Corpse Hound, Prostrate Arrow Wheel, Sparrow Yin Wheel, and Swallowing Thief Wheel—and had opened more than half the life apertures throughout his body. That blow carried no less than a thousand catties of force. The fact that his opponent had not been smashed into a pulp on the spot already proved him remarkably tough.
Yet Wang Chen felt no joy at having slain a formidable foe. Instead, a sudden warning surged within him.
Without hesitation, Wang Chen stepped aside.
Screech!
The instant he moved, a gleaming blade suddenly thrust