The pink mist spread with the wind as though alive, seeping into every crack and corner!
What was even more terrifying was not the force of the explosion itself!
Though the shockwave sent quite a few people sprawling, the truly lethal thing was that all-pervading pink mist!
In that instant, four streets were completely flooded with pink mist. Its sweet fragrance entered the noses and mouths of every assassin, sparing no one!
The assassins charging forward, the warhorses bearing blades and swords, the archers hiding in the shadows and firing cold arrows—all of them were swallowed by the bizarre mist!
By then, Du Yulin had already returned to the front of the tavern!
The instant the explosion occurred, she had instinctively changed direction. After Wang Xian pulled her, she darted backward like a phantom, retreating a hundred zhang!
The force that had pulled her was strange and powerful, as though an invisible hand had seized the back of her neck and forcibly dragged her back from death's doorstep.
Even when Xu Yan recovered and summoned the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to strike with her sword, she failed to hit Du Yulin.
That sword swept past Du Yulin's afterimage and cut through nothing but empty air.
Du Yulin lightly tapped the bluestone beneath her feet, borrowing the residual force of the spiritual energy Xu Yan had summoned and the blast wave from the explosion to drift backward like a falling leaf.
She drifted past the assassins, past the flashing blades and sword shadows, and finally beneath the tavern's eaves, returning steadily behind Wang Xian.
It had taken no more than three breaths!
Everything had happened too quickly—so quickly that ordinary people had not even had time to blink!
The instant Wang Xian fired his final three bamboo arrows and