Cheng Sihai!

"Second Young Master of the Chu Family?"

Everyone present naturally knew about the Chu Family.

This Second Young Master of the Chu Family should have been at home arranging his father's funeral. Why had he followed Wu Ganqi here instead?

Chu Fan paid no mind to what they were thinking. He could never keep things bottled up, and Chu Yunfei had never told him about faking his death.

He was already filled with indignation. The sight of these people who had infiltrated Heavenly Dance City to stir up storms and turmoil infuriated him beyond measure.

After announcing his name, he stepped forward and raised his hand to strike.

Seeing this, how could Bai Yuntian and Wu Sun allow him to run wild?

Yet before they could step in to help, a streak of sword light came rushing over like a meteor.

The two immediately leapt apart, dodging the fierce sword strike.

When they looked back, they saw the moon rising over the sea, its radiance turned into sword qi filling the sky!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Streams of sword qi surged forth from that moonlight. With a flick of his wrist, Bai Yuntian had a single-edged saber in hand, which he swung in an impenetrable defense, so tight that not even water could seep through.

Though he blocked the sword qi and kept it from piercing his body, he could not suppress the surging internal force within it.

Moonlight Like Sword drove him backward step by step.

Only when the sword qi was exhausted did Bai Yuntian let out a long breath. Gritting his teeth, he said:

"Lonely Cold Sword Technique of the Dawn Moon... So it was the Eldest Young Lady of Heavenly Dance City, Wu Qianhuan!!"

Wu Qianhuan did not waste words with him. Raising her sword, she charged in to kill.

At the same time, cries of battle and slaughter rang out from every corner of the Liu Family residence.

Seeing that the situation had turned bad, Wu Sun could not spare a thought for anything else. He turned to flee, only to find a man in white standing there, a gentle smile on his face as he quietly watched him.

"Eldest Young Master Chu..."

Wu Sun recognized him at once.

Though Liu Shijie's words had carried some intent to sow discord, they were not entirely wrong.

Among the younger generation of Heavenly Dance City, Chu Tian truly stood alone in the limelight.

Some said that despite his young age, Chu Tian had already cultivated the Chu Family's Ruoxu Scripture to the seventh level.

Others said that he had long surpassed his predecessors.

Thus, facing Chu Tian made Wu Sun feel no less pressured than facing Chu Yunfei or Wu Ganqi.

His gaze flickered as he intended to seek out Cheng Sihai.

Yet when he turned around, Cheng Sihai had already vanished without a trace.

"...The Gang Leader ran!?"

Wu Sun felt as though his mind had gone blank.

Though he had long known that infiltrating Heavenly Dance City carried immense danger.

This place was unlike any other. Wu Ganqi and a host of other experts were stationed here.

Even if the entire Divine Sand Gang attacked in force, they might not gain any advantage.

Much less now, when the Gang Leader had personally come with several hall masters and protectors, strolling right in as if it were nothing...

Once discovered, it would be a situation of certain death.

Yet the Gang Leader had been absolutely confident that Heavenly Dance City would not discover them.

That was why they had come... but who could have imagined that, after hiding so well all this time, they would somehow end up in such dire straits?

Wu Sun could not understand it.

In truth, Cheng Sihai could not understand it either!

The moment he saw Seventh Mistress's corpse tossed inside, Cheng Sihai knew he could not remain here.

Though he had yet to see Wu Ganqi, if he truly encountered him, would he still have any chance of leaving?

Absolutely not!

That brute, carrying that broken axe of his, would never give him the slightest opportunity.

So, while his three great protectors and those youngsters from Heavenly Dance City were entangled with one another, he turned and left.

With his martial arts, so long as Wu Ganqi was not blocking the way, breaking out of Heavenly Dance City would not be difficult.

But no matter how hard he thought, he could not figure out where things had gone wrong.

In fact, from the moment Falling Rain Hall shut its doors and ceased all activity, Cheng Sihai had sensed that something was amiss.

But they had an agreement: the more they acted, the more likely they were to be exposed. Therefore, after entering Heavenly Dance City, they were never to contact Falling Rain Hall.

Thus, although Falling Rain Hall had not been active during this period, he had not dared to inquire rashly.

Now that he thought about it, the most likely possibility was that Falling Rain Hall had also met with trouble.

They had learned of their group's circumstances from Tang Yinfeng.

Poor Cheng Sihai could only think along ordinary lines. He had no idea that in this world, there was a kind of coincidence called... Wen Rou.

Cheng Sihai's escape went smoothly.

It seemed that the Heavenly Dance Guards brought by Chu Tian had not drawn their encirclement too tightly, leaving behind a path to survival.

Though Cheng Sihai noticed this, he did not find it particularly strange.

After all, the Liu Family truly was merely an ordinary wealthy merchant household. Their guards and martial instructors could not possibly compare with the Heavenly Dance Guards.

There was no need to be overly cautious when dealing with such people.

And as the Gang Leader of the Divine Sand Gang, he reckoned these people had not expected him to flee... which was why he had seized this opportunity.

Yet he soon realized that something seemed wrong.

By then, he had already left the Liu Family's rear courtyard. As he continued onward, the surroundings were strangely silent.

Not only was there no one around, there was not even the sound of insects or birds.

Abruptly, Cheng Sihai stopped.

The saber in his hand slowly lowered. With a clang, its blade struck the ground, producing a sharp crash.

"Who is it? Come out!"

Cheng Sihai barked out a shout.

Yet the surroundings remained empty and silent.

Cold sweat faintly beaded on Cheng Sihai's forehead. He knew someone was hiding nearby, but he had no idea where that person was concealed.

The only thing he could do was use the saber's stance to guard his entire body, ready at any moment for a sudden change.

All of a sudden!

A powerful instinct for danger made him shift his body slightly. Immediately afterward, immense force struck beside his heart.

Only then did the ringing cry of a sword tear through the still night.

That sword... had arrived before its sound.

Cheng Sihai staggered backward again and again, his shock beyond all measure.

In the darkness, he saw only a black-clad figure wearing a white mask, holding a treasured sword that emitted a dim azure glow, pressing relentlessly against his chest as it drove in to kill.

Fortunately, he wore a protective treasure garment.

Otherwise, in that instant, this person would already have pierced straight through his heart.

Chu Qing's brows were tightly furrowed as well...

Against an expert like Cheng Sihai, he did not dare let down his guard in the slightest.

Thus, he had abandoned the throat, which was easier to miss, and instead targeted the heart.

Yet he had not expected the strike to fail to pierce through.

Cheng Sihai's heart sank. Even with the treasure garment protecting him, his situation was absolutely dire.

The sword his opponent wielded was no ordinary weapon. He could clearly feel that its tip had already pierced through the protective garment and entered his chest.

In the blink of an eye, it had sunk more than half an inch into his body.

If he retreated any further... he would certainly die!

Cheng Sihai was, after all, a renowned expert of many years and the dignified Gang Leader of the Divine Sand Gang. He was no ordinary man.

With a tap of his foot, the ground exploded with a thunderous boom.

What he cultivated was the Mount Yue Tactic!

This art focused on the qi channels, granting astonishing physical strength.

He swung the treasured saber in his hand with one arm. So long as he knocked away his opponent's sword, he could rise from death's door!

But just as he was about to swing his saber, one of Chu Qing's hands pressed down upon the hand holding it.

Cheng Sihai saw faint violet light flickering within the hollow eye sockets of that black-clad figure's white mask.

In that very instant, his force of a thousand jun was forcibly pinned within the space of an inch.