347: Night Battle of Xinglong City (3)

Just then, several whistling sounds broke the air from the distance. Leading the way was an old man at the sixth level of the Six Gods Realm.

Behind this old man was another person at the second level of the Six Gods Realm, while the rest were all in the Soul Splitting Realm.

"How bold of the Ancient Pavilion! To think you would dare to surround and kill an Elder of my Tianyuan Sect today. My Tianyuan Sect will fight you to the bitter end."

The old man's name was Li Kaishan, an Elder of the Tianyuan Sect. He had come to Xinglong City to participate in tomorrow's Academy Dao Discussion and to see if he could discover any promising talents!

Li Kaishan had a fiery temper. Without the slightest hesitation, he led the people of the Tianyuan Sect and charged into the ranks of the black-clothed men.

With the addition of Li Kaishan and his group, the black-clothed men from the Ancient Pavilion were all greatly shocked.

When someone stepped forward intending to explain, Li Kaishan directly slashed down with his sword, cutting the black-clothed man in two!

"Kill!"

Li Kaishan let out a loud shout and directly—

—charged into the midst of the black-clothed men. In an instant, screams of agony continuously rang out from their mouths.

Seeing this scene, Ji Wuchang couldn't help but be overjoyed, and the killing intent in his eyes grew even stronger.

He naturally wanted to join the battlefield as well and slay a few assassins from the Ancient Pavilion.

Just then, a sense of crisis rose in his heart. Without even thinking, he immediately performed Shrinking Ground to an Inch, and his body vanished instantly.

A sword light passed through his afterimage, its sharp Sword Qi carving a trench over a dozen yards long into the ground.

A black-clothed man appeared not far from where Ji Wuchang had just been standing, his brow furrowed slightly.

The black-clothed man had absolute confidence in his sword strike; he had never failed in all these years, but this time he had actually been unsuccessful.

At that moment, the black-clothed man's eyes became exceptionally sharp. He raised his longsword and slashed down, directly shattering two streaks of black light that were attacking him.

"Heart-Treading Step! First step, second step, third step!"

Just then, a cold voice rang out. The black-clothed man felt an intense pain in his heart, as if it had been struck by a sledgehammer!

His expression changed drastically as he retreated frantically. A shield appeared before him, radiating a dark, gloomy light.

"Explode!"

Without the slightest hesitation or regret, the black-clothed man directly caused this high-grade Spiritual Artifact to self-detonate, solely to block his opponent.

With a loud "boom," the shield shattered, and a violent Protective Aura swept out in all directions.

The black-clothed man's body gradually faded, appearing as if it were about to vanish.

Right then, a sword light slashed into the fading figure of the black-clothed man.

A shrill scream rang out as a leg fell from the sky, and the black-clothed man vanished without a trace.

Ji Wuchang appeared, his eyes cold as he threw a punch toward the nearby Void Realm.

"Thunder Dragon Shakes the Nine Heavens!"

Countless bolts of lightning gathered on Ji Wuchang's fist. His lightning-flecked fist slammed directly into the nearby Void Realm.

With a thunderous "boom," the sound echoed throughout the entire Xinglong City.

Within the Void Realm, countless bolts of lightning danced like silver snakes, exploding in that space.

A one-legged man in black fell from the Void Realm, a look of terror in his eyes.

But at that moment, countless bolts of lightning struck the black-clothed man. He let out a shrill scream, his body becoming charred and black.

Then, a small sword flew out and directly pierced through the man's forehead!

A look of resentment appeared in the man's eyes. When his Primordial Spirit flew out, it was enveloped by countless bolts of lightning and instantly reduced to ashes.

Ji Wuchang's expression was icy. He looked around and raised the Netherworld Sword in his right hand, slashing out several times in succession.

"Void Kill!"

With a cold expression, Ji Wuchang executed several Void Kill moves. Multiple sword lights flashed and disappeared, flying toward the nearby Void Realm.

In the previously empty Void Realm, several powerful auras suddenly surged, directly crushing the sword strikes Ji Wuchang had sent out!

Ji Wuchang didn't hesitate for a moment; he used Shrinking Ground to an Inch, and his body vanished without a trace!

Just as he disappeared, over a dozen black-clothed figures appeared in the Void Realm where he had just slashed.

These figures all had their brows tightly furrowed because Ji Wuchang's aura had vanished once again!

Facing such an enemy, even the most fearsome assassins of the Ancient Pavilion found it incredibly headache-inducing; the opponent's movement technique was simply too bizarre.

Just then, a stone mirror appeared in the hand of one of the black-clothed men.

The man formed hand seals, and runes began to appear on the stone mirror.

As the runes settled, the surface of the stone mirror cleared as if clouds were parting to reveal the sun. It lit up suddenly, and a figure appeared within the mirror.

This figure was none other than Ji Wuchang!

This was the Ancient Pavilion's peak-grade Spirit Weapon, the Mystic Light Stone Mirror. It could lock onto an enemy's aura within a hundred-mile radius!

Although its range was only a hundred miles, it never failed, making it extremely terrifying.

The Ancient Pavilion possessed two mirrors: the Soul-Illuminating Mirror and the Mystic Light Stone Mirror. Both were supreme treasures!

"Jia Yi, Jia Si, Jia Jiu, the three of you go and kill him!"

The person holding the Mystic Light Stone Mirror spoke in a cold voice. His cultivation was revealed, and he had surprisingly reached the ninth level of the Six Gods Realm!

This man's name was Gu Dangshan, the Grand Elder of the Ancient Pavilion. He had come out this time with the Sect Master, Gu Liuyang, specifically to kill Ji Wuchang and the Old Academy Head.

There was significant internal opposition within the Ancient Pavilion regarding this assassination contract from the Demonic Path's First-Grade Hall because too many people had died.

However, Gu Liuyang and Gu Dangshan felt they had to complete it; otherwise, the Ancient Pavilion would no longer be able to maintain its standing!

For an assassination organization, the most important thing was its reputation. If its reputation was lost, it would have no source of clients.

If no one hired them, the organization would not be far from dissolution.

Once dissolved, they would all become targets for revenge and would surely die without a place to be buried!

"Yes, Grand Elder!"

The three black-clothed figures bowed in acknowledgment and vanished instantly with a flicker of their bodies.

In the sky, violent rumbling sounds continued to echo. The Old Academy Head displayed his Divine Might, throwing a punch that directly sent all four men flying.

But just then, a ferocious Vicious Beast head manifested upon the Old Academy Head's own head, giving the others quite a shock.

"Bai Chongguang really didn't lie to me. You haven't completely fused with the Vicious Beast yet, and tonight is exactly when the moonlight is at its strongest!"

"Everyone, do not be afraid! We will stall him. When he can no longer suppress the Vicious Beast within his body, that will be the best time for us to kill him!"

Gu Liuyang spoke, killing intent flooding his eyes!

Upon hearing this, Lin Jumeng, Lin Juwen, and the other black-clothed man's eyes lit up simultaneously. They wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths and charged toward the Old Academy Head!

"Kill!"

Gu Liuyang shouted, his eyes filled with cold killing intent. His body suddenly faded and then vanished without a trace.

When he reappeared, he was already in the air above the Old Academy Head. He slashed down with his sword, aiming directly for the head of the Vicious Beast atop the Old Academy Head's head, his killing intent overflowing.

The other three took action one after another. Streaks of sword light poured out from the longswords in their hands, directly drowning the Old Academy Head.

The Old Academy Head roared, killing intent flashing in his eyes. He struck out with a palm, aiming straight for Gu Liuyang above him.

At the same time, he threw a punch toward the countless sword lights slashed by the three men.