87: Chapter 87 Mysterious Assassin

This night, Yun Ming was destined to be sleepless.

He sat cross-legged in the Quiet Room, his mind repeatedly replaying that scene—Perfected Lu's sinister face, the inexplicable dual-blade Cultivator who attacked him and shouted for help, and his own frustration at being suppressed and unable to move, unable to clear his name.

The words "take revenge" turned over and over in his mind, but he never found a lead. The other party was a Golden Core True Person and one of Ming Huazi's people with a deep Foundation; as an Outer Sect deacon who had just arrived, what could he do to them?

Just as he was thinking this, his heart suddenly palpitated.

It was not an ordinary alert, but an instinctive warning that only arose between life and death. Yun Ming's pupils shrank, and before he could think, his whole body sprang up from the meditation cushion—

The next instant, the world changed suddenly.

A large array rose from the ground, and pitch-black array patterns surged in like a tide from all directions, instantly shrouding the entire small courtyard. The array light flowed, isolating the inside from the outside. Seen from the outside, this place looked no different from usual, but inside the array, it had already become a cage isolated from the world.

Yun Ming landed, his Divine Sense sweeping wildly through the surroundings, but he could perceive nothing.

Open spears are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are hard to guard against.

His whole body was tense, the moonlight flowing frost robe emitting a faint halo, ready to withstand a fatal blow at any moment.

Just at this moment—

A figure rushed out from his absolute blind spot!

The person was dressed in black with a blurred face, his aura so restrained it was almost imperceptible, yet his strike was extremely ruthless. He slapped out a palm, the palm wind like a surging wave, Spiritual Qi condensed into substance, aiming straight for Yun Ming's heart!

Yun Ming had long been prepared.

He shifted his feet, and while retreating violently, a small cauldron flew out from his sleeve.

The cauldron was only the size of a palm, simple and unadorned; it was exactly the System-imitated cauldron of all things mother qi he had drawn before.

The golden crow feather was stored inside the cauldron—at this moment, as soon as the cauldron appeared, the golden crow feather sensed it, and blazing golden flames instantly ignited the entire cauldron!

The small cauldron turned into a golden stream of light, carrying a high temperature capable of incinerating all things, crashing straight towards the black-clothed man!

Wherever the flames passed, the air twisted, and even the Spiritual Qi within the array began to steam.

The black-clothed man's eyes narrowed, but he was not flustered. He pushed out with both palms, and layers of Spiritual Qi surged from his palms, like angry waves crashing against the shore, crashing onto the small cauldron one after another. That Spiritual Qi was extremely thick; each layer dissipated three-tenths of the small cauldron's force. After thirteen layers, it actually pushed the small cauldron flying back!

Yun Ming reached out to catch the small cauldron; the golden flames on the cauldron licked his palm but could not hurt him in the slightest. Using the cauldron to cover himself, his other hand was already forming hand seals—

Purple Heaven Divine Thunder!

Several purple thunderbolts struck down from the Void Realm, aiming straight for the black-clothed man!

The black-clothed man raised his eyes and pushed his palms out again. Layers of Spiritual Qi protective shields surged out from before him, one after another, forcibly blocking all the lightning light three feet away. The lightning exploded, arcs splashing everywhere, but it could not hurt him in the slightest.

Yun Ming's heart sank.

To be able to calmly block the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder he had activated with all his might, this person's cultivation was at least Early Golden Core Stage.

Not to be underestimated.

Seeing that several attacks had missed and that he was instead being fought back and forth by a Foundation Establishment Late Stage junior, impatience flashed in the black-clothed man's eyes. He no longer held back, his body flickering, turning into a residual shadow, and in an instant, he had reached Yun Ming's front!

So fast!

Yun Ming's pupils shrank, and before he could dodge, he only had time to turn sideways—

A palm landed solidly on his left shoulder.

The force of this palm was exactly the same as the previous palm powers, but it was several times fiercer—the moment the palm power entered his body, it erupted in layers like a tide, one after another, each more violent than the last! Even though the moonlight flowing frost robe dissipated most of the force, several layers of dark energy still penetrated into his body, shaking his blood and Qi, and a sweetness rose in his throat.

Yun Ming gritted his teeth and swallowed that mouthful of blood.

And after this palm, he fell completely into a passive position.

The black-clothed man's speed was too fast.

Even with the Tahua Zizai Escape Technique, Yun Ming simply could not keep up with his movement technique. That person roamed around him like a ghost, palm shadows filling the sky, each palm aimed at vital points. Yun Ming could only passively parry, relying on the defense of the moonlight flowing frost robe to hold on, occasionally counterattacking, but he could not even touch the corner of the other's clothes.

This cannot go on.

Yun Ming was clear-headed. No matter how thick his Spiritual Qi was, he could not outlast a Golden Core. If this dragged on, he would undoubtedly die.

And he had finally found a clue to go home, had finally walked to this step—he absolutely could not die here, die in such an unclear way!

Yun Ming gritted his teeth.

In his Dantian, more than three thousand drops of spiritual liquid boiled simultaneously!

He formed hand seals with both hands, his finger techniques so fast only residual shadows remained, and the Spiritual Qi in his body poured out like a floodgate opening—

Purple Heaven Divine Thunder: Thousand Thunder Guide!

The next instant, the entire small courtyard was submerged in purple lightning!

Over a thousand Purple Heaven Divine Thunderbolts struck down from the Void Realm simultaneously, dense and numerous, weaving into a net of lightning, covering every inch of space! The lightning was blinding, the thunder deafening, the air was filled with a burnt stench, and even the array walls were shaken slightly!

The black-clothed man's expression changed slightly.

Such power of thunder magic, while he could resist it head-on, would also come at a price. He had to stop his offensive, pushing his hands out repeatedly, supporting layers of Spiritual Qi protective shields, protecting himself airtight.

The lightning slammed into the protective shield, exploding into a sky full of electric arcs.

Now!

A cold light flashed in Yun Ming's eyes, and his figure burst out! The Tahua Zizai Escape Technique was driven to the extreme, his whole person turning into a residual shadow, reaching the black-clothed man's front in an instant!

The black-clothed man's pupils shrank, wanting to retreat, but it was already too late—although the thousand lightning bolts had not injured him, they had forced him to defend with all his might, and this was the gap where his old strength was spent and new strength had not yet been born!

Yun Ming clenched his right fist and swung it violently!

Serious Punch!

This punch was the full power of his Body Refining Level 2, the result of his three years of bitter cultivation in the Wanfa Daojun Blessed Land! The moment the punch was thrown, the space seemed to be compressed, the air emitted an unbearable screech, and an invisible pressure bore down on the black-clothed man like a mountain!

The black-clothed man's expression changed drastically.

He had no time to sacrifice a Magic Treasure, and could only instinctively raise his left arm to block—

Crack!

A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out.

The black-clothed man's left arm exploded directly into a mist of blood the moment it made contact with the fist! The fist's momentum did not diminish, shattering his body-protecting Spiritual Qi, aiming straight for his heart!

Just at this critical moment, a light suddenly lit up on the black-clothed man's chest.

It was a heart-protecting mirror, palm-sized, engraved with runes. Yun Ming's fist slammed into the heart-protecting mirror, the mirror surface instantly covered in cracks, but ultimately it did not shatter. The fist force was forcibly blocked, the black-clothed man flew backward, hitting the array wall and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Yun Ming was also stunned.

This could be blocked?

The black-clothed man was equally stunned. He looked at the cracked heart-protecting mirror on his chest, then looked at Yun Ming, a trace of fear and wariness flashing in his eyes.

How could this Foundation Establishment Late Stage junior have such terrifying Physical Body strength?

His thoughts raced, and he made a decision instantly—this person had too many trump cards, he could not be fought head-on!

The black-clothed man kicked off the ground and turned to flee!

But just as he turned around, a piercing pain came from his heart.

He looked down and saw a dark blue fine needle, as thin as ox hair, had unknown to him pierced his heart, with only a small tail of the needle exposed.

blood-melting eerie glow.

That was the killer move Yun Ming had quietly set up during the melee—using the Fuli Heaven-Concealing Record to mask his aura, silently floating in the Void Realm behind him, just waiting for this moment.

The black-clothed man opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he could no longer make a sound.

His body began to melt.

Starting from his heart, his flesh, bones, and internal organs turned into foul-smelling blood bit by bit. He struggled and roared, but could not stop the terrifying spread. After three breaths, his whole person turned into a pool of blood, not even leaving a residue.

With his death, the large array shrouding the entire small courtyard dissipated silently.

The moonlight spilled down again, and the night breeze blew over, dispersing some of the bloodiness.

Yun Ming stood in place, panting heavily.