Indoors, ten figures crisscrossed, Hidden Sword gleaming with a cold, eerie light as they came from every direction, aimed straight at Jiang Qin's vital points.
He sat cross-legged on the floor, but when he looked back, he suddenly felt relieved, and a smile instinctively appeared on his face.
Right beside him, Xu Bangzi froze inwardly at that expression. The Sword Intent of Hidden Sword, which he had thrust forward so decisively, abruptly collapsed.
Whoosh!
Almost without hesitation, Xu Bangzi stopped his thrust, withdrew his sword, and leaped several meters back.
Hum!
In that split second, the space behind Jiang Qin distorted. A tall male figure stepped out of the blurred space, raised a pair of iron fists, and met the nine figures and Hidden Sword head-on.
Boom!
A muffled crash rang out, shaking the entire second floor.
Pfft, pfft, pfft...!
Chaotic sword energy shot out, but the tall man's body blocked all of it, leaving Jiang Qin completely unharmed.
The sword energy pierced his body, and silver liquid dripped onto the floor, flowing slowly. His chest, arms, neck, and heart... were all covered in visibly fatal wounds.
Clad in a black robe, he slowly raised his head, his expression stiff and his eyes vacant. His skin shone with a dim silver glow.
This was... the third Night Walker.
Gurgle!
After that exchange, the Night Walker's body seemed to melt abruptly. Silver liquid flowed all over him, and within moments, it smoothed over every sword wound, leaving him as good as new.
Nearby, Xu Bangzi gripped the slender Hidden Sword and stared at Jiang Qin with unwillingness in his eyes. Through gritted teeth, he said, "Junior brother... you really do have plenty of backup plans."
Opposite him, fine black threads appeared on the thumb and index finger of Jiang Qin's left