Time to Bail

Attack? Now?!

Is it really appropriate to attack while everyone else is so busy?

The thought flashed through her mind, but she had always been a decisive person.

She had agreed to follow Chu Qing's command in everything on this trip.

Since he told her to attack, then attack!

As her thoughts turned, her longsword was already in hand. With a single sweep, a sharp edge descended from the sky.

Accompanied by the sound of breaking tiles, the busy Tang Xi suddenly looked up, just as the sharp edge arrived before him.

Without a second thought, under the terrified gaze of the woman beneath him, he grabbed her, and with a swift roll, they had switched positions.

Wu Qianhuan's eyes darkened.

She didn't know who this woman was, but it was clear she had no cultivation.

Facing her sword, there was nothing but terror...

She wasn't a true assassin, after all, and the education she received since childhood absolutely forbade her from killing an unarmed, defenseless... and even completely naked woman.

So, in that instant, she twisted her longsword and swept the blade horizontally.

She swept the woman off the bed and onto the floor. The woman didn't even make a sound before she fell unconscious.

But doing so lost her the initiative... At the same time, Wu Qianhuan discovered something else that made her heart sink further.

The 'Night Emperor' who had just told her to attack wasn't attacking with her!

Had this guy sold her out?

As this thought crossed her mind, she saw Tang Xi sending out a palm strike.

As this palm strike appeared, she faintly smelled a bloody scent. Looking at Tang Xi's crimson palm, a realization immediately dawned on her.

Blood Transformation Divine Palm!

This demonic art was rumored to originate from a Blood Transformation Divine Art, which a demonic expert once used to run rampant.

They could even use this art to refine blood slaves and make them their accomplices.

However, with the death of that demonic figure, this art disappeared from the martial world.

Later, someone discovered a fragmented version of this art and modified it into this Blood Transformation Divine Palm, but it had lost the secret method of refining blood slaves.

Yet, even so, this palm technique was still vicious and dangerous. The blood poison it contained, once contaminated, made life worse than death. If this demonic art were cultivated to mastery, a single palm strike could instantly drain one's vital energy and turn them into a dried corpse.

Wu Qianhuan didn't dare to meet this malicious palm technique head-on. Her body flickered, and she retreated from the bed.

Tang Xi, disregarding the fact that he was still undressed, leaped up and pursued her victory.

It wasn't that Tang Xi was shameless; in the face of death, everything else was minor. Killing this assassin, who came from who knew where, was the priority.

Wu Qianhuan retreated again and again. Seeing that she had nowhere left to retreat, she gritted her silver teeth. In these few steps, she had already built up her sword momentum and was about to strike... when she heard a crash. A figure broke through the window and entered.

A sharp edge appeared, like a flash of lightning.

Fast!

Unparalleled speed!

Not only was this attack beyond Tang Xi's expectation, but even if he had been fully prepared, he might not have been able to block such a fast sword.

He didn't have time to turn around in his thoughts and could only barely shift his vital points slightly.

The sword edge had already pierced his body. With a whoosh, the sword edge entered from his left chest and exited through his right back.

Chu Qing, having succeeded in one strike, would never leave Tang Xi a way out. The longsword that had already entered his body suddenly twisted, intending to cut...

But at this moment, Tang Xi suddenly grabbed the sword blade and used the force to retreat, trying to pull the longsword out of his body.

A purple light flashed in Chu Qing's eyes. The sharp edge twisted, and with a splurt, several fingers fell to the ground. However, Tang Xi, who should have been sliced in half, miraculously escaped, leaving only a deep cut on his left chest.

At the same time, Wu Qianhuan had not stopped. The accumulated sword momentum was unleashed.

Sword flowers left streaks of blood on Tang Xi's body.

An ordinary person with such injuries would surely be dead.

But Tang Xi cultivated the Heaven-Hating Demonic Art and the Blood Transformation Divine Palm. Even at this point, he was still not dead.

He twisted his feet, his figure flickering in and out of existence, and he abruptly broke out of the battle circle.

Chu Qing had anticipated this and was prepared for places like windows and doors, with his sword intent ready to strike.

However, he didn't expect this person to also understand that in today's situation, he couldn't escape. Therefore, he didn't seek the window as a way out but came to the bookshelf. He reached out and pulled on the lampstand, and the bookshelf rattled and shook, then slowly opened a door.

Seeing that only a crack had opened, he impatiently squeezed in.

But after stepping inside and running just two steps, his body stiffened.

The tip of a sword appeared from his throat. Tang Xi gritted his teeth and reached out to grab the sword blade, but before he could exert force, his arm was severed by Wu Qianhuan.

With the restraint of that hand gone, Chu Qing's sword light flickered.

A head rolled from Tang Xi's neck.

It rolled a few times on the ground, its eyes wide open in death.

"Damn, that was hard to kill."

Seeing Tang Xi dead, Chu Qing finally shook the blood off his sword and was about to sheath it, but looking at the sword in his hand, he grimaced.

The sword blade had been corroded by Tang Xi's Blood Transformation Divine Palm, and was now badly damaged.

It probably wouldn't last many more uses before it was scrap.

But there was no time to worry about that now. He grabbed Wu Qianhuan with one hand, used his internal energy to retrieve Tang Xi's head with the other, and immediately flashed back.

The chase, the beheading – all of it sounded complicated, but in reality, it only took a moment.

Just as they came to a stop, they heard a click, and the bookshelf behind them finally closed.

"Time to Bail," Chu Qing said.

Wu Qianhuan followed closely behind Chu Qing without hesitation.

Although she really wanted to search the secret room thoroughly, now was definitely not the time.

What was the situation in the secret room? How big was it? Were there any traps? Were there people stationed inside? All of it was unknown.

And the commotion just now would surely attract people from Falling Rain Hall to investigate.

If they were trapped in that secret room, they wouldn't be able to get out.

This was an absolute danger zone that should not be entered. Even if she wanted to see, she had to leave Falling Rain Hall first, tell Wu Ganqi what happened, then mobilize the Heavenly Dance Guards to surround Falling Rain Hall completely, bring it under control, and only then could they explore it. Not now, dragging Chu Qing into danger with her.

Chu Qing felt relieved seeing her reaction.

The little girl who used to run around with a bare bottom and pigtails had truly grown up.

Tang Xi hadn't gone out the window or the main door just now, but instead rushed into the secret room. It was highly likely because he knew he was going to die and simply wanted to lure them into the secret room to trap them. When the others from Falling Rain Hall arrived, they could also avenge him.

At the very least, he couldn't let the two of them leave Falling Rain Hall alive.

Wu Qianhuan not being blinded by the immediate gain was enough to earn her high regard.

The two of them barely lingered in the room at all before leaping up and returning to the roof through the hole Wu Qianhuan had made.

Just as they landed, they heard someone shout sharply:

"Who's there?"

"Assassin!!"

After all, it was Falling Rain Hall; their reaction was quite fast.

Without a second thought, Chu Qing and Wu Qianhuan used their lightness skills together, intending to flee the area.

These ordinary members of Falling Rain Hall naturally couldn't stop the two of them.

But just as they were about to leap out of the main courtyard of Falling Rain Hall, a voice suddenly rang out:

"What lowlife dares to trespass upon my Falling Rain Hall?

"Stay here!!"

A palm strike arrived in an instant, the immense force causing the rain curtain in the sky to tilt with the palm's momentum.