191: Chapter 191 Killing a Fifth-Rank Martial Artist

Lin Tian did not know what grudge existed between the Black-robed Elder and the Woman in Black Dress, nor did he want to know.

Transactions in the black market were always settled upon departure, with each to their own fate. He had neither the reason nor the interest to get entangled in the fight between two strangers.

He pulled his cloak's hood down further. With his Cloud Shadow Step, he lightly tapped the ground, silently gliding toward the other end of the alley, utilizing the shadows cast by the eaves.

However, how keen was the perception of a Fifth-Grade Transformation Realm Martial Artist?

He had moved less than three zhang when the Black-robed Elder, who was being besieged on the street ahead, suddenly whipped his head around. Those eyes, shooting with bright light in the night, locked precisely onto his position through the gap in his lifted hood.

The elder was clearly at the end of his rope, blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth. His voice was hoarse as he shouted with all his might: "Young hero! Please lend me a hand!"

Lin Tian did not look back, and his pace even quickened slightly.

The elder shouted again, this time with a hint of desperate determination in his voice: "Young hero! They are members of the Demonic Cult! The remnants of the Demonic Cult deserve to be killed by everyone! Please take action and lend me a hand!"

Lin Tian's footsteps stopped abruptly.

The Demonic Cult. Two months ago, those Black-Robed Men deep in the Taixuan Mountain Range had used the Beast Taming Technique to control Vicious Beasts to attack the Yunhai Fishery, causing several captains to nearly die in the mountains.

He himself had been pursued by the Demonic Shadow all the way to the lakeside. If he hadn't possessed multiple martial arts and ultimately used his Flying Knife in the Sleeve to counter-kill in one strike, the one lying at the bottom of the lake feeding the fish would have been him.

If anyone else were being pursued, he could stand by and watch, but not the Demonic Cult.

He turned around and was about to rush toward the elder when a cold female voice sounded before he could: "Kill that person! Don't let him know our identity!"

Before the voice had even faded, one of the five Demonic Cult Martial Artists besieging the elder immediately broke away. His figure stretched into a blurry black line in the night as he rushed straight at Lin Tian.

His speed was extremely fast, the aura of the Fifth-Grade Transformation Realm unfolding unreservedly, and his black robe rattled in the wind as he sprinted.

Lin Tian's pupils shrank slightly.

He had only been suspicious before, but at this moment, the other party's reaction completely confirmed his judgment—these people were the remnants of the Demonic Cult, and they were in the same group as those Black-Robed Men in the Taixuan Mountain Range. The other party wanted to kill him to silence him.

The moment the man rushed behind Lin Tian, his right hand's five fingers turned into a claw. His knuckles were wrapped in a layer of dark red Transcendent energy as he clawed fiercely toward Lin Tian's head from mid-air.

Before the claw wind arrived, the air had already been torn by five sharp hisses, and the dust on the roadside was swept up by the force of the claw.

A sneer appeared on the man's face. In his opinion, this passerby who didn't even dare to show his face could not possibly dodge this claw in his haste, and the next second would be the muffled sound of a skull cracking.

Then, the sharp claws fiercely pierced through Lin Tian's head.

There was no resistance of flesh, no crisp sound of bone cracking, and not even a drop of blood splashed out.

That figure slowly dissipated under his claws—it turned out to be just an afterimage.

The Shadow Movement Technique, using shadows and light to create visual retention, allowed his real body to move to the opponent's side the moment the afterimage dissipated.

The man's sneer froze on his face, and his pupils shrank sharply. He gasped: "Shadow Movement Technique! How—" The rest of his words could not be spoken.

Lin Tian's right hand flicked out at the exact moment the man grabbed the afterimage. A very thin black line flew out silently from his sleeve; the moyuan flying dagger did not reflect any light in the night.

The man only felt a chill in his throat, and then a sharp, extreme pain exploded from his Adam's apple.

He lowered his head to see what had pierced his throat, but he couldn't move anymore once his head was halfway down.

Lin Tian approached him in one step and slapped his right palm against his chest. It was the Great Strength Vajra Palm, utilizing Transcendent energy; the palm force was condensed and focused, pressing squarely against the man's chest.

A muffled, thunder-like explosion burst out, shattering his ribs. The man was sent flying backward by this palm, exploding into a cloud of blood mist in the air.

Lin Tian snatched the moyuan flying dagger from the blood mist that had not yet dissipated. The blood droplets on the blade slid down along the edge and dripped onto the bluestone road.

Then, with a turn of his Cloud Shadow Step, his figure swept three zhang away, and he left rapidly toward the depths of the alley.

The entire process happened in just a few breaths.

From the moment the Demonic Cult Martial Artist approached Lin Tian to the moment he was crushed by a palm, it happened so fast that those besieging the elder in the distance only had time to turn their heads. They only saw the cloud of blood mist slowly dissipating and Lin Tian's back disappearing at the mouth of the alley.

A Fifth-Grade Transformation Realm expert was killed in seconds, unable to last even a single encounter against a peer.

The complexion of the Woman in Black Dress under her veil suddenly turned iron-blue. The eyes exposed outside the veil widened sharply, and her pupils were filled with disbelief.

Shadow Movement Technique, hidden weapon in the sleeve, Great Strength Vajra Palm—three completely different martial arts were used by this mysterious person, each of which was at least at the Proficient Realm.

She turned her head in shock and anger to look at the direction where Lin Tian had disappeared—who on earth was this person?

He was actually a hidden expert.

This was too incredible; she hadn't expected to run into an expert so casually.

However, it was during this moment of distraction that the Black-robed Elder she was besieging seized his only chance of survival.

The elder's beard and hair stood on end, and a circle of dazzling blood light exploded all over his body. His Qi and blood surged like boiling water; he had used some kind of secret technique that overdrawn his life.

He slapped his palms forward, and two blood-colored palm prints blasted forward, forcing the two Demonic Cult Martial Artists blocking his path to retreat two steps.

The elder took the opportunity to tear an opening in the encirclement. His figure soared into the air like an eagle, and he fled rapidly in another direction.

"Where are you going! Stop him!" the Woman in Black Dress shouted sharply, but she soon realized their manpower was already stretched thin.

Five people had been besieging him; one was killed on the spot by the mysterious cloaked person. Now that person had run away, and the elder had also escaped.

This completely exceeded her expectations.

She gritted her teeth, glanced fiercely at the two completely opposite directions in the night, and decisively ordered: "Divide into two groups! You two go after that cloaked person from just now, and the rest follow me to chase this old thing! Do not let either of them get away!"

Two Demonic Cult Martial Artists responded and chased off in the direction where Lin Tian had disappeared.

The identity of their Demonic Cult was highly secret and must never be exposed, so they had to catch these two people and silence them.