The Moonless, Windy Night of Murder

Although Su Boyang hated Yi Yun to the extreme, he had not let rage cloud his judgment. He knew very clearly that the greatest threat came from the old snake.

A feint here, a diversion there—as long as he killed the old snake, Yi Yun would be fish on the chopping block, ready for him to torture as he pleased and avenge Su Muyan.

A two-handed sword appeared out of thin air in Su Boyang's hand. It was over five feet long, and flames gathered across its blade. He was just about to bring it down on the old snake when, at that moment, the old snake casually hurled the Black Bead in his hand.

This Black Bead was none other than the hidden weapon of the dark-faced middle-aged man—Purple Dark Sand. It looked inconspicuous, but it had actually been forged from Purple Nether Dark Gold. Though tiny, it was as heavy as a mountain ridge. A weak martial artist could not even use it, and would be crushed merely by holding it.

Yet in the old snake's hand, he merely gave it a light flick. The Purple Dark Sand tore through the void like a star flying at high speed and shot toward Su Boyang!

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

Before the Black Bead arrived, Su Boyang already felt its immense pressure. The vital-energy gale rushing toward him stung his old face as if someone had slapped him.

His expression changed drastically. He could no longer afford to attack the old snake, and instead raised his Longsword to block the Black Bead hurtling toward him!

"Clang!"

The Longsword collided with the Black Bead, and Su Boyang was forced backward step by step by its tremendous force. He was utterly incapable of resisting it.

"Martial Uncle!"

Seeing Su Boyang knocked back by