However, the most urgent task right now was to deal with these two uninvited guests first, and he must never give them a chance to harm his father.
Yet, how could he deal with these two people without exposing his true cultivation level?
This truly was a headache-inducing problem.
Mu Bai pondered back and forth, finally thinking of a possible method—utilizing their contemptuous mindset, pretending to discover them inadvertently, and then attempting to see if he could catch them off guard and eliminate them silently.
Just as Mu Bai was thinking about the specific action plan, suddenly, a slight sound of footsteps came from behind him.
Mu Bai's heart tightened, and he quickly adjusted his aura, turning around as if inadvertently.
He saw two dark figures flash out from behind, instantly arriving in front of Mu Bai.
"Kid, you're the Carefree Prince's Estate's Young Master Mu Bai, right?" the person with a hoarse voice said coldly, a sharp blade appearing in his hand at some point, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
Mu Bai sneered in his heart, but on the surface put on a flustered look: "Two seniors, you... who are you?"
The person with the hoarse voice said coldly: "Never mind who we aren't—our main target isn't you anyway."
"Speak! Where is your younger brother Mu Tang?"
Mu Bai said with a struggling expression: "I don't know!"
The other person let out a cold snort: "Hmph, kid, then don't blame us."
With that, he leapt lightly, and a heavy hand-blade struck the back of Mu Bai's neck hard.
Mu Bai's body went limp, and he fainted on the ground.
"Let's go, take him away first and ask for the whereabouts of his younger brother."
"Wait a minute, won't this kid's disappearance alert the enemy?"
"No, this kid often doesn't come home at night, no one will care. The most urgent matter right now is to find the Carefree Prince's third son, Mu Tang."
The person with the hoarse voice grabbed the fainted Mu Bai, leapt up toward a high wall to the side, and jumped out of the Carefree Prince's Estate.
Yet they didn't notice that Mu Bai's fingers were slightly curved out of excitement...
The night fell like ink, and the thick darkness swallowed the bustling sounds of Xiaoyao City.
In an airtight cellar, the dim, flickering candlelight cast distorted light and shadows, stretching the two figures so they looked long and strange.
Mu Bai closed his eyes tightly, feigning unconsciousness, while in reality his entire body's senses were at a high level of alert, and every subtle movement around him was within his perception.
"Why hasn't this kid woken up yet?" the hoarse voice broke the silence first, carrying a bit of impatience.
The dark figure paced closer, boot heels heavily stepping on the ground and stirring up echoes in the narrow space.
"Could it be that the strike earlier was too heavy and killed him?"
A hint of worry penetrated the deep voice, and immediately the rustling sound of clothing friction came over, presumably this person bending over to check Mu Bai's condition.
Mu Bai knew clearly in his heart that it was time to act.
He feigned fluttering eyelids, let out a vague groan, and slowly "woke up".
The moment he opened his eyes, he put on a terrified look, his body trembling slightly: "This... where is this? What are you going to do?"
The owner of the hoarse voice sneered, a dagger instantly pressing against Mu Bai's throat, and the chill emitted by the blade made the goosebumps on his neck stand on end: "Kid, stop playing dumb! Speak quickly, where is Mu Tang? If you dare to play tricks, I'll immediately have your head rolling."
The owner of this hoarse voice was a lean man; his physique was slender yet possessed strength, and he had a pair of triangular eyes with slightly prominent cheekbones, a head of pitch-black short hair standing straight up, and long arms with solid muscles.
He stood there casually, yet naturally exuded a martial artist's aura honed by long experience.
Mu Bai rolled his eyes, put on a look of extreme fear, and stuttered: "I... I really don't know. My third brother's whereabouts are erratic, and even I can rarely see him."
Seeing this, the owner of the deep voice stepped forward, the flesh on his face twitching, and threatened: "Hmph, you'd better confess honestly, or else you'll suffer!"
The owner of the deep voice was a robust martial arts man.
His torso was broad and sturdy, his face covered in fleshy rolls, a pair of copper-bell-like eyes deeply sunken into the flesh, his lips slightly turned upward, revealing a row of yellowed teeth. He was dressed in a tight black martial arts uniform, stretched almost to the point of bursting.
With that, he raised his hand and fiercely slapped toward Mu Bai.
Seeing this, Mu Bai sighed slightly, extended his right hand to catch the slap casually, and at the same time, the terrified expression on his face instantly vanished.
He looked at the robust man with a helpless expression and said indifferently: "Don't you even understand the principle of not hitting people in the face?"
The aura around his entire body also changed instantly, and a Grandmaster of Martial Arts's aura emanated outward.
At the same time, the two people who had been wearing fierce expressions the previous second instantly had their eyes filled with terror and disbelief, staring fixedly at the Mu Bai before them.
They could feel that this sense of oppression came sweeping over like a tidal wave, pressing down on the two of them until they were nearly suffocating.
This was definitely an aura that only a Grandmaster of Martial Arts could possess!
"Not good, the intelligence was wrong, let's go!" The lean man's voice trembled as he whispered hurriedly to the robust man.
The two didn't dare to delay in the slightest, turning and bolting toward the cellar's large door with panicked footsteps that even knocked over the miscellaneous items nearby.
However, when they slammed on the brakes, the sight before them made their hearts instantly plunge into a bottomless abyss.
Mu Bai had somehow appeared at the doorway like a ghost, his arms crossed over his chest and his posture upright.
A half-smile curve hung at the corner of his mouth, but his gaze revealed a bone-chilling sharpness, just like a leopard staring at its prey.
Such fast speed! Mu Bai's speed astonished the two of them; they had thought that this Carefree Prince's Estate's Young Master was young, and even if he was a Grandmaster, he might have just crossed into the Grandmaster realm. But looking at his speed now, this Carefree Prince's Estate's Young Master was clearly already a Grandmaster for some time!
"Want to leave?" Mu Bai finally spoke, his voice low yet clearly echoing in every corner of the cellar, "Since you came to assassinate my family, do you still want to leave?" His words were flat, yet seemed to be wrapped in endless majesty, making the legs of the two men tremble uncontrollably.
The lean man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feigning calmness as he said: "Y-you don't go too far, we're just taking orders and have no personal grievances with you."
Mu Bai sneered: "Taking orders? Whose orders? Daring to come and assassinate my family, the people behind you better have the psychological preparation to pay the price."
With that, he stepped forward, his momentum climbing once again.
The two were suppressed by this powerful aura to the point where they could barely breathe, as if a mountain were pressing down upon them, and their legs began to grow weak, on the verge of collapsing to their knees.
However, just at the moment they felt they were about to break down, the pressure on their bodies suddenly and sharply lightened, as if that mountain had vanished in an instant.
Just as the two hadn't even had time to let out a sigh of relief, Mu Bai's calm voice suddenly reached their ears: "How about this, whichever of you tells me who the mastermind behind the scenes is, I'll spare his life."
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