Yet the matter seemed far from over. Though the two men had died after exploding into bloody mist, the two lingering clouds of blood gave off an eerie aura. They drifted apart slowly, yet strands still clung and tangled together before swiftly turning into two fine threads that shot toward Meng Zhao.
The two blood threads were as thin as spider silk, yet they carried a terrifying force capable of piercing metal and stone. They also exuded a peculiar scent, likely containing potent poison.
Meng Zhao flicked out two streams of purple qi, faintly taking the shape of fiery force, and collided with the blood threads streaking through the air. With two sizzling sounds, the blood threads dissipated, while the two streams of qi Meng Zhao had released exhausted their force at the same time.
This startling turn of events took place within only a few breaths. Those unprepared for it were thrown into panic, and the passersby scattered in desperate flight as though they had encountered asuras or fiends. Some weaker-willed people even ran while shouting, "Murder!"
Only Niu Dali's and Yuan Bin's groups remained. Among them, Chen Tai and the middle-aged steward were badly frightened, their faces drained of color. They had never expected that, having only just endured the Li Family's provocation, they would encounter such a brutal and perilous assassination attempt so soon afterward.
Niu Dali and Yuan Bin were not worried in the slightest. In today's Jianghu Martial Arts World, there were exceedingly few people capable of assassinating Meng Zhao, and those two men certainly were not among them. Thus, their anger outweighed their concern, though they were also puzzled.
"This... Young Master, for these two to disregard their lives so completely, they must have been deathsworn assassins. Ordinary people likely could not cultivate such