91: Chapter 91 Who dares disturb my meditation!

Sword light tore through the night sky like a bolt of silk, shattering the dark clouds over the capital.

Icy raindrops, mixed with the heavy scent of blood, swirled crazily at the end of the long street.

If one were to look down from a high vantage point at this moment, they would see several violent surges of True Qi racing rapidly across the continuous rooftops towards the city outskirts.

Que Wuhua tapped his toes against the green tiles, his figure resembling a giant night owl.

The strong wind filled his wide robes, causing the fabric to flap loudly.

He suddenly looked back, his gaze as cold as ice, staring fixedly at the several lingering shadows biting at his heels.

These people were like hyenas that had caught the scent of blood, refusing to let go of his trail.

"People of the Six Doors, do you really need to pursue so relentlessly?"

Que Wuhua did not stop, but his voice, carried by his True Qi, transformed into tangible sound waves.

"Careful, or you might lose your lives in this dark, lightless alley!"

The sound waves rippled outward in transparent circles through the air.

The roof tiles nearby were struck by this force, instantly exploding into clouds of grayish-white powder.

The dust filled the night sky, obscuring vision.

The few constables rushing at the very front felt a sharp pain in their eardrums.

Their blood and Qi churned violently within their bodies, and their originally nimble footwork suddenly faltered.

The three fastest ones stumbled, directly crushing the tiles underfoot, their speed plummeting.

"Cut the crap!"

A roar exploded like a thunderclap on flat ground.

He Linfeng's body smashed through an overhanging eave, lunging forward like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain.

He gripped his heavy sword, as wide as a door panel, with both hands, muscles in his waist tensed, and swung it out in a wide horizontal arc.

Boom!

Scarlet Pure Yang True Qi erupted like a volcanic explosion, adhering to the sword blade.

The terrifying high temperature instantly evaporated the surrounding night wind, forming a visible, distorted airwave.

The scorching sword light, like a wall of fire, slammed directly into the layered ripples of sound waves.

Que Wuhua bared his teeth, revealing a set of white, menacing fangs.

His chest swelled, and a roar like a massive bell issued from his throat.

Crack!

The sound waves and the scarlet sword light collided violently in mid-air.

The ear-piercing sonic boom almost tore people's eardrums.

The violent shockwave raged in all directions, grinding the wooden signs and lanterns on both sides of the street below into powder.

He Linfeng's figure pierced through the airwave and slammed heavily onto the rooftop a dozen steps in front of Que Wuhua.

The heavy force directly collapsed half the roof.

Que Wuhua's face darkened, looking as if it were about to drip water.

That roar just now had utilized a secret technique of the Demon Sound Sect.

The sound should have pierced through the body and shattered the opponent's heart meridian.

Yet, this brute from the Zhengyang Sword Sect had blood and Qi so vigorous he didn't even seem human; he had actually taken it head-on, only being delayed for a few breaths.

"Damn Six Doors, to actually have so many people lying in ambush at the Poetry Conference..."

Que Wuhua gritted his teeth, once again channeling the Demon Sound secret technique, releasing several sharp shrieks indiscriminately toward the rear.

Using the recoil force, he shot forward like an arrow from a bowstring, fleeing frantically toward the city wall on the outskirts of the capital.

Tonight's operation was a complete disaster.

Who could have imagined that an ordinary Poetry Conference at Wenxin Hall would have eight Silver Badge Constables of the Six Doors hidden in the shadows!

As soon as the battle began, the Demon Sect side collapsed like a mountain.

Those hastily assembled evil cultivators were just a rabble to begin with.

Seeing the situation turn sour, they didn't even say goodbye, scattering like birds and beasts.

"However, as long as I get past this city wall, the world is vast for me to roam."

Que Wuhua glanced at the towering outline of the city wall in the distance, his eyes growing increasingly sinister.

He had been sent down the mountain by his sect, and he had to accomplish a feat that would shock the Jianghu to be eligible to compete for the position of the next Sect Head.

The original plan was to bathe the Poetry Conference in blood and rise to power by stepping on the corpses of the great scholars of Great Wei.

Instead, he had run headfirst into an iron plate.

Not only did he fail to make a name for himself, but he was now being hunted like a stray dog.

Que Wuhua suppressed his roiling blood and Qi, and shouted into the empty night:

"Brother Xiao, please lend me a hand!"

"As long as I can escape, the promised reward will be doubled!"

A hoarse, strange laugh came from the night wind.

"Heh heh... Young Lord Hua is quite generous."

Before the words fell, Xiao Hegui's gaunt figure emerged from behind a chimney like a ghost.

He looked quite disheveled at the moment.

That tattered gray robe had a long tear, and a deep, bone-visible slash was imprinted on his chest.

A resentful light flashed in Xiao Hegui's eyes as he stared fixedly at the pursuing He Linfeng.

"Leave this brat to me, you get out of here!"

Xiao Hegui shook his arms violently.

The flesh on his wrists split open, and two long steel spikes coated in dark green lethal poison shot out.

His figure flashed, like a predatory poison crane, rushing up to meet He Linfeng's heavy sword.

This descendant of the Demon Crane style was at the Early Stage of the Fifth Realm, and by relying on his strange footwork and insidious hidden weapons, he could definitely be considered a ruthless character in the capital.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The steel spikes collided frantically with the pitch-black heavy sword in mid-air.

Sparks flew everywhere.

Xiao Hegui did not try to match He Linfeng's strength head-on.

His figure weaved through the sword light like a ghost, and every strike aimed straight for He Linfeng's throat, eyes, and other vitals.

The steel spikes cut through the air, emitting a teeth-aching shriek.

Although He Linfeng's strength was tyrannical, facing this slippery fighting style, he was unable to take him down quickly.

The two fought on the rooftop, tiles flying everywhere, locked in a stalemate.

Seeing this, Que Wuhua laughed wildly.

"He Linfeng, the Jianghu road is long, we shall meet again."

He pushed off with his toes, his figure rising again, preparing to completely merge into the night ahead.

"Don't even think about escaping!"

He Linfeng's eyes widened in anger.

He gripped the sword hilt with both hands, his Pure Yang True Qi circulating wildly without reservation.

"Sun-Piercing Sword!"

The pitch-black heavy sword instantly became transparently scarlet.

He Linfeng leaped up, the heavy sword carrying the force of Mount Tai, slashing fiercely down at Que Wuhua's back.

A dazzling blade light, like the sun, tore through the night sky, carrying a high temperature that would incinerate everything, and roared out.

"No need to look down on this old man so much, right?"

Xiao Hegui snorted coldly.

He crossed his hands, and two green-glowing steel needles precisely braced against that scarlet sword light.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—

The lethal poison and Pure Yang True Qi rubbed violently, exploding into puffs of acrid white smoke.

Xiao Hegui's gaunt body was pressed downward by this immense force, but he gritted his teeth and held that sword light back.

"Young Lord Hua, you go ahead!"

"Then I will trouble you, Brother Xiao!"

Que Wuhua didn't even look back, his figure taking a few leaps in the night, about to disappear completely from everyone's sight.

He Linfeng was entangled by Xiao Hegui and could only watch helplessly as Que Wuhua escaped.

Just at this critical moment.

In the night sky in the distance, a blade light of extreme brilliance suddenly lit up.

That blade light appeared without any warning.

There was no precursor of True Qi fluctuation, nor was there any sound.

An extremely tyrannical, overbearing Aura spread crazily in all directions with that blade light as the center.

Everyone present, whether it was He Linfeng and Xiao Hegui who were fighting fiercely, or Que Wuhua who was fleeing, felt their scalps tingle and the hairs on their bodies stand on end.

An indescribable, great terror rose from the deepest part of their hearts.

The surrounding air completely solidified at this moment.

Even the howling night wind came to a standstill.

The next moment.

That brilliant blade light completely tore through the air.

Carrying an overwhelming Aura that crushed everything, it slashed down directly towards the direction of Que Wuhua's escape!

Roar!

The blade light distorted and expanded rapidly in mid-air.

In the end, it actually transformed into a lifelike phantom of a white-shining fierce tiger.

The fierce tiger opened its bloody maw, carrying a deafening sound of breaking air, and pounced forward.

The violent wind plowed the rooftops along the way flat.

Broken tiles and wood chips danced wildly in the air.

A cold, majestic voice, permeated with endless killing intent, exploded on flat ground in everyone's ears.

"Who dares disturb my meditation!"