"Get lost!"
The crisp, icy rebuke rang out with unquestionable authority.
It was Yun Chan!
Though she was right at the center of the explosion, she had shielded Zhou Kui in the very first instant, then immediately made the best possible judgment. She hadn't even looked to see where the attack had come from. Instead, she had attacked at once, sealing off every inch of space in front of Zhou Kui!
What an incredible reaction! What a ruthless move!
Lu Yuan's pupils contracted.
If he charged straight in, that terrifying scythe would surely hit him. Judging by the chill radiating from its edge, one strike would leave him dead or grievously wounded.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Yuan made his decision.
His charging figure twisted sharply in midair. Defying all physical laws, he shifted three feet to the side and narrowly dodged the scythe's edge.
Shhk!
The sharp blade wind skimmed past his clothes, shredding the hem of his outer robe.
His strike had missed, and Lu Yuan had no intention of lingering.
He lightly tapped a broken pipe with his toes. His body floated backward like a weightless fallen leaf, and in an instant, he vanished once more into the smoke and dust, so dense it was impossible to see through.
His presence disappeared at once.
It was as though the ghostly-fast assassin from moments ago had never existed.
"Cough... cough, cough!"
Zhou Kui coughed violently. With each cough, purple-black blood seeped from the corners of his mouth. Clutching his chest, he glared venomously at the surrounding smoke.
"Who was that?!" His voice was hoarse, like a broken gong. "Who dares ruin my great plan?!"
Holding the enormous scythe, Yun Chan stood in front of Zhou Kui, warily watching the direction in which Lu Yuan had vanished.