To Shang Shuqing, the Nine Saints were all godlike figures of legend. How could anyone possibly face such a person without the slightest fear?
At the very least, her eyes were filled with tension now, yet she still shook her head. "I'm not afraid."
Niu Youdao saw her nervousness and smiled back at her. He said nothing more to add to her pressure, merely turning back to look out the window, watching the sounds of fighting within the town.
Yun Ji and Guan Fangyi stood to either side as well. Yet Guan Fangyi's eyes no longer held their former seductive charm; instead, there was a trace of despondency and listlessness.
Even Yun Ji was somewhat nervous. Guan Fangyi, on the other hand, seemed utterly unaffected by Wu Chang. She was unusually silent and still.
Behind them was the entrance to a secret passage that had been prepared in advance.
Silver Child was there too, asleep on a table, faint silver patterns emerging on her face.
Niu Youdao had not dissolved the strange demonic power within her for quite some time. He had merely kept it under control, leaving Silver Child on the verge of transforming into a demon...
The roaring sounds of battle ended swiftly. With Yuan Cong and the others taking action, the several dozen ambushers were beaten to pieces as easily as chopping melons and slicing vegetables.
They were completely outmatched. Most were killed, while a small number fled at once.
Frightened horses also fled from the town, some even dragging carriages behind them.
Yuan Cong and the others did not give chase. Standing atop the rooftops, they looked out toward the wilderness and saw a figure in a black cloak approaching. He appeared neither hurried nor slow, yet he flickered closer in flashes, as though shrinking the