"Bang!"
The instant the sound rang out, a tall, burly figure smashed through the door. Bearing down with crushing pressure, he raised his hand and threw a terrifying punch that burst the air, driving straight at Wei Sheng on the bed.
"Boom!"
The punch landed, pulverizing the bed and every furnishing around it with its surging, overbearing force-including the figure on the bed.
"Hm?"
Xu Longxiang suddenly frowned.
The boy blown apart by his punch dispersed like smoke, leaving no scraps of flesh or blood.
"An afterimage!"
Xu Longxiang looked toward the open window beside the bed, where a figure flashed out of sight.
Xu Longxiang smashed through the window and charged after him.
Then.
He stopped.
In the moonlit courtyard, a young figure stood in the middle with his back to him.
Xu Longxiang looked over the young figure's head at the dark, thin old man sitting on the roof ridge behind him, fishing rod in hand. A trace of gravity flashed through his eyes.
"Gang Leader Yu, how did you know this envoy would strike tonight?"
"There's nothing in Black Mountain I don't know."
"Hmph, putting on a mysterious act! The mysterious man who tracked this envoy half a month ago was you, wasn't it-"
Half a month ago?
Wei Sheng's thoughts stirred.
Wasn't that when I took Azure Dragon Hall?
Old Man Yu left on urgent business then. Could he have gone to track Xu Longxiang?
Before he could sort out his thoughts, Xu Longxiang gave a sinister laugh. "But it doesn't matter! Anyone this envoy wants dead-even you can't stop me!"
His voice still echoed as Xu Longxiang struck brazenly. This time, it was a palm technique: Old Mother Thinks of You Palm.
His palm, broad as a palm-leaf fan, descended. The wind of his strike