Rising Sun Vitality Sword! Hunting Time!

A whole heap of heavy wooden tables and stools came crashing down toward Ji Boying.

Ji Boying flicked two stools up with the tip of his foot to meet them, but they were knocked aside in an instant.

Left with no choice, he could only dodge, fleeing in panic with his head in his hands.

Tables, chairs, and benches slammed into the walls and floor with loud bangs.

Ji Boying calmly evaded the massive concealed weapons flying at him.

This can't go on.

As the thought crossed his mind, a plan came to him.

His body danced dangerously amid the pile of heavy tables and stools.

Finding gaps between several benches, he held his longsword before him, gathered his inner strength, and gently swept them aside.

Rather than retreat, Ji Boying pressed forward.

He fixed his gaze on the assassins before him, and his longsword clashed with them once more.

Once he was entangled with them, they could no longer fling tables and stools at him.

But caught once again in the encirclement of nine men, Ji Boying felt the pressure multiply.

The basic Mount Hua swordsmanship flowed effortlessly from his hand, darting east and west with marvelous agility.

In an instant, he enveloped the three men before him.

His sword moves were exquisite, fierce, and utterly merciless. Sword light flashed again and again—one sword, three kills.

Ji Boying appeared to have exerted all his strength, his face flushed red as he went all out, leaving a bloody hole in each of the three men's throats.

The chance had come!

The effeminate man wielding the Judge's Brush had finally waited for this opportunity.

A savage grin tugged at his lips. This was precisely the moment he had been waiting for—when Ji Boying had used up all his strength.

He had seen that Ji Boying possessed no shallow inner strength and exquisite swordsmanship; he was difficult to deal with, and rushing in recklessly would make it easy to get killed.

So he had kept waiting for the people around him to go up and throw away their lives. As long as they held Ji Boying down until he had exhausted his strength and could no longer change his move, his own chance would come.

The Judge's Brush spun in his hand, gleaming with a black light as it stabbed toward Ji Boying's Jade Pillow acupoint with fierce force.

The strike was vicious and brilliant. If it landed, Ji Boying would undoubtedly die.

And Ji Boying was precisely at the point where his old strength had run out and new strength had yet to arise. It seemed impossible for him to evade.

The five assassins watching from the side all revealed delighted expressions.

They had not even had time to alter their postures in the encirclement, but in their hearts, they had already reacted—Ji Boying was surely dead.

Yet Ji Boying gave a cold laugh.

"Been waiting for you!"

He twisted hard at the waist, spun on his legs, coiling them along the joints as he executed a resting-step turn.

The longsword before his chest followed the motion, sweeping diagonally upward from the lower right.

Inner strength flooded this sword strike, and it seemed to appear suddenly before the effeminate man.

It came so abruptly, like the morning sun leaping up from beyond the horizon.

The icy sword light transformed into a streak of rainbow radiance.

"Clang!"

The crisp, hard sound rang out.

In the span of a hare's leap and a falcon's fall, no one had time to react.

All they saw was the rainbow light flash past.

A Judge's Brush, severed into two pieces, flew through the air along with half a bloodied palm before falling to the ground.

The effeminate man could no longer remain effeminate.

His face twisted hideously as he clutched his right wrist with his left hand, screaming in agony.

"Ah!! My hand! My hand!"

His eyes reddened, his twisted face looking utterly crazed.

His shrill cries echoed throughout Spring Rain Tower.

Even the portly shopkeeper could not help but frown at the sound, while Linghu Chong and Lu Dayou felt chills rise in their hearts!

The shopkeeper seemed truly enraged. He launched a frenzied assault on Linghu Chong.

"A bunch of trash! You can't even handle a brat!"

Linghu Chong could only struggle bitterly beneath the shopkeeper's attacks, holding on with all his might.

His arms were numb and aching, blood seeped from the webs between his thumbs and forefingers, and he could barely hold on to his longsword.

The effeminate man was someone of some caliber. After screaming for a while, he ignored the blood still pouring from his hand.

His face vicious, he stared murderously at Ji Boying.

"You're ruthless—truly vicious. Facing the combined siege of fifteen of us, you were still hiding your strength?"

Ji Boying merely gave two disdainful chuckles.

"I hadn't wanted to do this either. Who knew you lot were all show and no substance? After only a brief exchange, I had already sounded out your true measure. At most, you could cause me a little trouble."

"Only you were different. The rest were a pack of brainless fools, but you alone made me feel truly sinister. I've been waiting a long time for you to make your move."

As he spoke, Ji Boying drew his sword again and closed in.

The effeminate man had just been about to praise him.

He had only gotten halfway through the word "good" before he never again had the chance to utter a complete word.

Ji Boying casually pulled his longsword from the man's throat.

The sword pointed diagonally downward, blood dripping patter-patter from its edge onto the floor.

He turned and looked coldly at the five remaining assassins.

Now, the tide of attack and defense had reversed!

On the other side, Linghu Chong suddenly let out a pained cry.

His longsword had finally reached its limit and was smashed apart by the innkeeper's Iron Abacus.

Without his sword, Linghu Chong became even more bedraggled. He could only keep rolling across the floor and over tables, dodging the innkeeper's attacks.

The innkeeper had not originally intended to kill Linghu Chong and Lu Dayou, but now that it was clear Ji Boying could not be killed either, he could no longer worry about such things.

For all his loud cursing, he himself would not have fared well against the siege of those fifteen men.

Who could have imagined that Ji Boying, a fellow who had only just emerged from the thatched hut—ah, no, who had not even emerged from it yet—would already be this formidable?

Though his face revealed nothing, his heart was already chilled with fear. He truly did not want to cross blades with Ji Boying, and only wanted to quickly kill one of Yue Buqun's disciples and return to account for the job.

Seeing Linghu Chong in such a miserable state, peril hanging by a thread, Lu Dayou grew frantic.

Lu Dayou was still trading blows with the waiter holding a dagger, neither able to do anything to the other.

Gritting his teeth, Lu Dayou roared.

"Senior Disciple Brother, catch the sword!"

Without even sparing a thought for his own safety, he threw the longsword in his hand to Linghu Chong, then turned and ran.

Linghu Chong had been in such a sorry state even with a sword, let alone Lu Dayou.

Had he not possessed the advantage of a weapon, he could not have kept the dagger-wielding waiter from closing in.

Now he was empty-handed while the other man held a dagger, and the man's martial skill was a notch above his own. The situation had reversed once more, and Lu Dayou could only run.

Rolling across the ground, Linghu Chong reached out and snatched the longsword Lu Dayou had thrown him.

Yet he did not immediately turn back to counterattack.

Instead, he leaped forward, placing his longsword before the waiter.

Sword-light flashed, with scarcely any movement.

The waiter had no time to react before a sword pierced through his chest.

It was precisely the Xiyi Swordplay!

Having killed the waiter and removed the danger, he twisted back around and resumed his fierce battle with the innkeeper.

Ji Boying no longer needed to conceal his strength. Internal energy poured into his longsword.

He unleashed the Rising Sun Vitality Sword freely against his enemies.

His sword moves were nimble, fierce, and swift.

The longer Ji Boying fought, the stronger he became.

His longsword streaked through the air in arcs of rainbow light brimming with sharp killing intent.

It drove the five assassins into a panicked, rat-like scramble.

Yet at this moment, Spring Rain Tower's doors and windows were tightly shut. The grave originally prepared for Ji Boying now barred their way to life.

Ji Boying hunted them without restraint.