At the critical moment, there was a clang.
A spark was inconspicuous in broad daylight.
Yet that swift figure, flashing past in an instant, swept before everyone's eyes.
Ji Boying struck down the incoming hidden weapon with a single sword stroke, his tall body shielding Lin Zhennan, who had been struggling in vain to dodge, behind him.
"How is that possible?"
"So fast!"
Everyone in the escort agency wore expressions of utter disbelief.
That hidden weapon had flown so swiftly that even Lin Zhennan himself could not evade it. Yet Ji Boying, who had been two or three zhang away from Lin Zhennan, had flashed over and cut it down in an instant. What shocking footwork, what exquisite swordsmanship!
When they looked down at the ground, they saw that the hidden weapon which had shot over so swiftly was merely a small fragment of brick.
Lin Zhennan could not help flushing red. Before a true master, even a tiny piece of broken brick could take his life.
He was as fragile as an ant.
Ji Boying stood with his sword in hand, quietly facing that stretch of rooftops.
His internal cultivation had already reached a level of accomplishment, and he had cultivated the Purple Mist Divine Skill as well. His hearing and sight were keen, and he could vaguely sense many pairs of eyes watching from the shadows.
He smiled. "Abbey Master Yu, will you not show yourself? Are the things hanging from that tall banner truly not worth opening your eyes to see?"
The long street fell silent for a while.
Then suddenly, the sound of heavy breathing reached everyone's ears.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A series of whistling projectiles came flying in. More than a dozen gray roof tiles had been hurled over with superb hidden-weapon techniques.
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