Hidden Arts
Although he had initially only wanted to use the Saint's Association's connections to muddle through, sneak in unnoticed, and thoroughly scout out the traitors' stronghold,
if he got the chance, he would empty the traitors' warehouses, leaving them with no means to carry on. When they could not even eat their fill, all that talk of ideals would be worthless. There would be no need for Institute 507's action team to lift a finger—the reunited traitors would naturally fall apart on their own.
"What an arrogant brat!"
The Pavilion Master of Three Rivers Pavilion, Zhou Hua, laughed instead of getting angry and waved his hand.
"Take him down!"
Whoosh!~
A sharp, ear-piercing whistle suddenly rang out. Li Bai abruptly took half a step back as a slender shadow skimmed past the tip of his nose with lightning speed. The gust it stirred scraped across his skin, its momentum terrifying.
If he had not retreated in the nick of time, the whip would certainly have wrapped around Li Bai's neck in an instant and strangled him tight.
Unfortunately, the Glazed Heart had been active the entire time, covering an area within thirty feet. Unless someone was faster than Li Bai, they could not even touch the hem of his clothes.
Li Bai reached out and caught the recoiling whip's tip, then yanked hard. Caught off guard and unable to let go in time, the wielder was dragged over.
Smack!~
The Indian's fate was repeated.
He had missed Li Bai, only to be whipped by Li Bai instead.
Hiss!~
A small snake with white rings wriggled out from the collar of a Three Rivers Pavilion member as its snake handler chanted under his breath.
Instead of obeying and lunging at Li Bai, the little snake turned without hesitation and bit