The following evening, the winter sun set earlier than usual.
As night began to fall, and because of the recent unrest, the streets had become much more deserted.
As usual, Zhou Muyun finished training at the martial hall and walked home.
When he reached a secluded alley, his steps suddenly halted.
"?!"
He was now a Blood Exchange martial artist; his senses were exceptionally sharp, and every movement within several yards entered his ears.
The city had never been peaceful at night to begin with. All manner of filthy deeds often lurked beneath the cover of darkness.
"Clack."
A crisp sound rang out as a roof tile shattered.
In an instant, a great net dropped from above.
It fell straight toward Zhou Muyun.
Five black shadows also pounced from different directions. Cold flashes appeared as sharp blades aimed directly at his vital points.
Net and blades worked in concert; the five men's coordination and timing were both impeccable.
They had clearly lain in ambush here long ago, inviting the gentleman into the urn.
Zhou Muyun did not panic in the slightest. With a move of Spring Wind Through the Crevice, he slipped past the net like willow catkins brushed aside by a gale.
Five cold glints followed close behind.
"Clang...!"
The blades struck Zhou Muyun's body, producing five sounds of clashing metal, yet they could not break his defense in the slightest.
"My turn."
Zhou Muyun murmured inwardly. In an instant, he turned into several afterimages and charged straight at the skinny, monkey-like man nearest him.
His fist wind howled as he struck the skinny man between the brows with lightning speed, too swift to cover one's ears.
Bang!
Red and white matter flew everywhere, and the headless corpse of the skinny man collapsed limply.
Zhou Muyun shook his hand