After a few words of laughter and conversation, Lian Youming shifted his legs forward, took a stride, and squeezed through the somewhat low doorway before him.
Yet the instant he rolled his shoulders and squeezed inside, Miss Hua and Zhao Laojiu both felt their skin crawl and their hair stand on end, as though some terribly vicious creature had lunged straight at them, whipping up an oppressive, bloody wind.
Within that tiny space, the lamps and candles all went out, and murderous intent abruptly rose.
Lian Youming stood in the shadows, his features invisible. Only his eyes seemed to reflect the faint light outside the window, flickering with a savage gleam. "Do you have a grudge against us?"
Feeling that terrifying, utterly direct malice, Miss Hua asked in a sweet voice. Her eyes looked seductive, but inwardly she was extremely wary.
Zhao Laojiu had already risen too.
The room was neither large nor small, with little furnishing and only one rear window. Outside, however, lay the edge of the Walled City, a drop of several dozen meters, almost like a sheer cliff.
"Just associating with that bastard Gan Xuantong is enough for you to deserve death..."
In those few words, Lian Youming had already bent his knees and advanced head-on. His right hand clenched into a fist, his waist driving his body, and the technique he formed was actually Xingyi's Crossing Fist.
"A disciple of the Xingyi Sect?"
Zhao Laojiu's eyes flew wide, and his breathing abruptly sank. Seeing the ferocious punch coming, he hurried forward in a bow stance, lifting the fleshy part of his right palm beneath the fist's thumb-side opening while his left arm blocked and pressed outward, intending to push the punch aside.
By now, the channels of Lian Youming's five internal organs were all thoroughly