A Chen caused quite a commotion in the inner city of the Slaughter City, Yu Tianheng naturally heard and saw it as well.
He watched coldly and remained unmoved. He knew that Tang San, as the protagonist, had the protagonist's halo and was not so easy to kill. Even if A Chen personally took action, he might not be able to truly kill Tang San, let alone the small fry he sent out.
However, this should prevent Tang San from going to the Hell Slaughter Arena, thus achieving Yu Tianheng's goal. Of course, if A Chen can really kill Tang San, that would be a pleasant surprise; if not, it doesn't matter.
In the inner city of the Slaughter City, Tang San's figure seemed to blend into the shadows, moving silently along the broken wall. The Blue Silver Grass at his fingertips was as thin as silk, spreading along the cracks in the wall, transmitting all the movements within dozens of meters to his senses.
The sound of hurried footsteps came from behind. Three pursuers wielding curved knives kicked open the door of an abandoned house and searched it. Foul language mixed with the smell of blood wafted over.
Tang San's eyes turned slightly cold. With a flick of his wrist, three Bone-Piercing Nail shot out with a sharp whistling sound, accurately piercing the knees of the three men.
The screams had barely begun when he flipped onto the roof, leaving not a single tile unmoved, only the three men struggling in place—this was the thirty-seventh wave of pursuers he had dealt with in two days.
He never engages in prolonged combat with his enemies; the concealment of the Blue Silver Grass, the far-sightedness of the Purple Demon Eye, and the swiftness of the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track have become his best protection.
Those ordered to search for him often fell victim to Hidden Weapon or silent strangulation before they could even touch the hem of his clothes.
Deeper into the shadows, the Blue Silver Grass he laid out formed a natural barrier, completely isolating his aura from Tang San's traces. No matter how thoroughly A A Chen's men searched the inner city, they couldn't find a single clue.
Five days later, as the crimson sunrise pierced through the mist, Tang San leaned against the shadow of a cellar and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
The scab on his chest had fallen off, and the internal energy of the Mysterious Heaven Skill flowed freely through his meridians. The dizziness left by forcibly activating the Purple Demon Eye had also completely dissipated.
He touched the Hidden Weapon pouch at his waist; the Godly Zhuge Crossbow inside was already cocked again, gleaming with a cold, eerie light.
"Still searching?" he muttered to himself, his Purple Demon Eye piercing through the wooden cellar door to spot the torches still patrolling in the distance. His restraint these past few days wasn't out of fear, but rather to wait for the perfect opportunity.
His fingertips tapped lightly on his knees, and a plan took shape in his mind. He pushed open the cellar door, his figure disappearing into the morning mist like Gui Mei. Through the pursuit over the past few days, Tang San also knew that the order to send people to surround and kill him was given by a man named A Chen. As the saying goes, to catch the thief, you must first catch the king. Since he wanted to kill him so badly, he would take care of the other party first.
A crimson mist Entanglement the tallest mansion in the inner city. Behind the ornate iron gate, two guards wielding bone blades were idly stamping their feet. Suddenly, one of them made a strange hoarse sound from his throat, clutched his neck, and collapsed to his knees, blood gushing from between his fingers—a Bone-Piercing Nail was embedded in his carotid artery.
Just as the other person was about to shout, a flash of cold light appeared before their eyes, and they were completely entangled by the Blue Silver Grass. Tang San's figure slid out from the shadow of the doorpost, his fingertips moved slightly, and the Entanglement grass leaves suddenly tightened, the sound of bones cracking was particularly jarring in the silence.
He didn't even glance at the two corpses, pushed open the iron gate to the side, his boots crunching over the bloodstains on the ground, and silently stepped into the courtyard.
There were more guards inside the mansion than I had imagined; there were more than ten people patrolling, standing guard on the porch, and dozing against the wall.
But to Tang San at this moment, these people were nothing more than moving obstacles. He was like a flowing shadow, his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track silently treading on the stone path, his Purple Demon Eye locking onto the blind spots of every target.
The sharp sound of the Bone-Piercing Nail piercing the air was deliberately suppressed. The strangulation of the Blue Silver Grass was deadly precise. In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, there were no survivors in the courtyard. Only the smell of blood mingled with the scent of unknown blood-red flowers in the courtyard.
Pushing open the heavy wooden door to the main hall, a pungent, nauseating smell of blood assaulted the senses.
There were no lights in the hall, only a dark red halo floating on the stone platform in the center. In the halo, A Chen sat cross-legged, surrounded by dozens of struggling blood-red phantoms—formed from the essence blood he had extracted.
As the last phantom was swallowed by the halo, A Chen suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils turning pure blood red.
He slowly stood up, his bones cracking and popping. The aura emanating from his body suddenly surged, carrying the oppressive feeling unique to the Innate Realm, causing the blood mist in the air to ripple slightly.
" The Innate Realm... I've finally achieved it!" A Chen chuckled softly, his voice hoarse from the nourishment of his essence and blood. Just as he was about to feel the surging power within his body, he caught a glimpse of a figure at the doorway out of the corner of his eye.
Tang San stood in the shadows, the aura of his Mysterious Heaven Skill clashing with the surrounding stench of blood, the Hidden Weapon pouch in his hand gleaming coldly.
The moment their eyes met, A Chen was stunned for a moment, then burst into wildly joyful laughter. His face contorted with excitement, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. " Tang Yin! You actually delivered yourself to my doorstep!" He licked his lips with his scarlet tongue, the cruelty in his eyes almost overflowing. "Perfect! I'm still missing a top-tier essence blood sacrifice to break through to the Innate Realm. Your flesh and blood are full of life essence; it's practically tailor-made for me!"
Blood mist surged behind him, as if countless wronged souls were howling, and he himself had transformed into the most greedy demon in this blood-red hell.
Upon seeing this, Tang San frowned, because he sensed a great threat from this person, whose strength was probably no weaker than his own.
"You are A Chen. I am new to the Slaughter City and have no grudge against you. Why do you want to kill me?" Tang San asked.
A Chen sneered disdainfully, "In the Slaughter City, do you need a reason to kill?"
"You can only blame your bad luck for being targeted by me!" As soon as he finished speaking, a crimson mist enveloped A Chen.
Tang San's robes fluttered in the wind, his left hand wielding the Blue Silver Grass like a dark python gathering power, while his right hand held the Clear Sky Clear Sky Hammer, which gleamed with a dark light. Across from him, A Chen's body surged with blood energy, and his exposed faceplate was covered with dark red patterns, a sign that the Blood Demon Skill had reached its peak.
"Die!" A Chen grinned and raised his hand, a thick cloud of blood mist rising from his palm, instantly transforming into several blood arrows that shot towards Tang San.
Tang San lightly touched the ground with his toes, using the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to create afterimages. At the same time, he unleashed the Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon Force, causing the Blue Silver Grass to grow wildly Entanglement, blocking all the blood arrows.
"With such limited skills, you're not qualified to kill me." Tang San sneered, Clear Sky Hammer suddenly slammed out, carrying a powerful wind that could shatter mountains and split rocks, hurtling towards A Chen.
A Chen neither dodged nor evaded; the blood patterns on his arms surged, and he actually used his flesh and blood to directly confront the hammer. With muffled "bangs," he used the force to leap backward, chanting strange incantations. The blood seeping from the ground suddenly transformed into dozens of blood-red scimitars, forming an impenetrable array of blades.