Capsizing in the Gutter, Watching from the Wall

Sword qi swept through with the force of rotting wood crumbling before a gale, blasting the two skeletons carrying the sedan chair into fragments.

The paper figure on the sedan chair naturally turned into a cloud of paper ash as well.

Yet amid the scattering ashes, another figure appeared on the street. By his appearance, it was unmistakably the very person who had been riding in the sedan chair just now.

With a deep frown, the man stared fixedly across the street.

A woman in white, an argent crown binding her hair, was flicking her sword as she slowly stepped out and came to a halt at the crossroads.

She gazed coolly at the Withered Bone Abbey immortal and spoke, "This humble Daoist is Zong Qingxue. I have been awaiting my fellow Daoist from Withered Bone Abbey here for quite some time."

The Withered Bone Abbey immortal's expression darkened as he realized that this woman had seen through his scheme of luring the tiger from the mountain.

But he looked around and saw only Zong Qingxue emerge. He gave a mocking laugh, his voice hissing like a snake. "Ridiculous! Just you alone? And you dare ambush me?"

Crack, crack!

The moment his words fell, swaying white skeletons emerged from every direction at the entrance to the market district.

In an instant, yin energy and corpse miasma surged into the air.

Even when blocked, the Withered Bone Abbey immortal did not panic in the slightest. He simply prepared to fight the woman surnamed Zong head-on.

Leisurely, he added, "If Fellow Daoist Zong does not hurry, this market district will be breached by the mob."

"What has that to do with me!"

With a hiss.

The sword tore through the air again, pouncing toward him like a flood dragon.

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