145: Master of magic?

But before the man with the flying knife ability could even process his surprise, the flying knives that had been hovering in mid-air suddenly moved.

With a swoosh, they flew back toward him.

Under the glow of the lights, the flying knives drew a white line through the air.

The man reacted urgently, trying to dodge, but the flying knives were so fast that they severed one of his arms on the spot.

For a moment, the streetlights flickered incessantly, mirroring the emotional shifts of everyone present.

"Kill!" Ling Xian uttered a single word, ending the current stalemate.

Mo Xueer was like a ghost, weaving through the small path.

Between the flashes of the lights, a Body Tempering Martial Artist died.

In the blink of an eye, the burly man and the two other Body Tempering practitioners rolled their eyes and collapsed to the ground.

Blood dripped along the path, causing the man with the flying knives to involuntarily hold his breath.

"An S-rank Ability Users?" This guess flashed through his mind, and the man with the flying knives no longer hesitated. "Run!"

The three Body Tempering practitioners were all Fourth-Rank Martial Artists, while this man with the flying knives was an A-rank Ability Users, which was equivalent to the Fifth-Rank.

Therefore, Mo Xueer's appearance and her overwhelming display of power made the gap between them crystal clear.

The man mobilized his telekinetic ability, his feet leaving the ground as he quickly took flight.

"Thinking of running?"

Suddenly, a figure appeared ahead.

Following it was a mental shockwave; the moment this spiritual fluctuation hit the man with the flying knives...

He died without any warning.

In reality, this mental shock had already shredded the Telekinetic Esper's spirit.

This was no longer just a physical death, but a spiritual pulverization.

Lu Xiyue and Zhou Ying stood there like wooden statues; they hadn't expected that the most ruthless person was right by their side.

On the hotel path, streetlights flickered over severed limbs and blood-soaked ground; Mo Xueer looked like a devil emerged from hell.

Seeing this scene of carnage, the two girls trembled in fear.

"Young Master~" A sweet voice that Ling Xian knew all too well rang out—it was Chi Taohua.

That shockwave just now had been sent by her.

She was a Mental-type Esper, specializing in attacks and manipulation of consciousness, thoughts, memories, and perception.

As for Telekinetic Espers, they dealt with changes in force fields or energy.

Chi Taohua ran quickly toward Ling Xian and leaped into his embrace.

"Why are you here?" Ling Xian said somewhat helplessly as he set Chi Taohua down.

There are three great things about lolis: they're light, soft, and easy to push over.

"I missed the Young Master," Chi Taohua said with a sweet smile.

"I think you just wanted some candy."

"Hehe..."

For Chi Taohua, eating candy wasn't just because it was sweet or because she wanted it; as a Mental-type Esper, her brain consumed a massive amount of energy.

She didn't just like candy; she also liked desserts and even foods containing immense amounts of energy.

"Young Master, Xueer and I will accompany you together in a bit," Taohua said with a mischievous grin and a low voice.

Ling Xian understood instantly, silently noting that Chi Taohua was becoming more and more sensible.

While they were catching up, Ling Xian suddenly took a bone needle from his storage ring, attached a sliver of Undead Divine Fire to it, and shot it behind a tree.

"Hiss!"

A figure continued to distance itself, the trees on both sides receding rapidly.

Every step this figure took on the ground was imbued with Internal Force, using the reaction force to spring high each time, quickly disappearing from sight.

"That Ling Xian actually has a Master protecting him, and even a Mental-type Esper..." The man thought of the scene he had just witnessed, his speed increasing out of fear.

"Luckily I didn't make the first move, otherwise I'd have died a miserable death on the spot like those others."

The man exhaled sharply, and a moment later, the Wu Family Villa came into view.

Right by the villa, Han Xintian, a disciple of Medicine King Valley in a white robe, was waiting.

"Wu Gou, how did it go? Did you get it?"

The white-robed Han Xintian had a gentle and charming temperament, appearing as if bathed in holy light in the dark night.

"Ah, Miss Xintian."

"Sigh, things didn't go well. Everyone's calculations were wrong. That kid has a Master protecting him in the shadows; he's likely a young master from some great clan." Wu Gou gave a bitter laugh, his voice tinged with relief.

"How is that possible?" Han Xintian frowned slightly. "Three Fourth-Rank External Martial Artists and an A-rank Ability Users, and they just died like that?"

"That Ling Xian is just a rich kid, but the Master by his side isn't just a martial artist, but also a Shadow System Esper. One strike for each External Martial Artist—it was as easy as chopping vegetables."

Hearing this, Han Xintian relaxed slightly.

Although people with both martial arts and Ability Users abilities are rare, they do exist, but to reach the Master level...

One could only say that Ling Xian's family truly put effort into cultivating him.

"Miss Xintian, I still need to report to Uncle Feng, so I won't disturb..."

Before Wu Gou could finish his sentence, his face suddenly contorted in pain, looking as if he were suffering the torture of being boiled in oil in the eighteenth level of hell.

"Ah! Ah!" Wu Gou screamed repeatedly, rolling on the ground and begging for mercy. "Spare me, spare me..."

Wu Gou's face turned from ruddy to pale, and finally, he collapsed, his breath ceasing as he died.

"Ah!" Han Xintian couldn't help but scream, then immediately covered her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

Wu Gou, a Fifth-Rank Martial Artist, had died so inexplicably right in front of her.

This was no longer the method of a martial artist.

This was a Spellslinger!

She herself was a Spellslinger who had just broken through to the fifth rank, so she naturally knew the terror of a Spellslinger.

Considering how Wu Gou died so mysteriously, she could only guess that a Sixth-Rank Spellslinger—a Sorcery Grandmaster—had taken action.

Fortunately, she hadn't set her sights on the body tempering pill recipe, otherwise she would have ended up like Wu Gou.

"Could that Ling Xian be a Sorcery Grandmaster?" Han Xintian guessed in her heart, but immediately shook her head in denial.

"He's so young, he shouldn't be. It's highly likely he has a Sorcery Grandmaster protecting him.

Two Masters, and both are rare and difficult types even among Masters. Just which family's young master is Ling Xian?"

Han Xintian frowned in thought, going through all the information regarding the Ling Corporation.

Finally, she locked onto the Ling Clan of Zhongzhou, that terrifying power.

"No... that's not right. I have an impression of the several young masters of the Ling Clan of Zhongzhou, and there's no one named Ling Xian." Han Xintian thought to herself when a flash of inspiration hit her, remembering something.

"Wait, isn't the enemy Su Ran always talks about called Ling Xian?"

The more Han Xintian thought about it, the more terrified she became. Her mind was already racing with thoughts of how to escape this dragon's den.

"Damn it, they're all crazy. How can my luck be this bad?" Han Xintian cursed inwardly, interrupting her own thoughts of leaving.

"If I go back now, the alliance led by Medicine King Valley and the various families of Nanquan City, which was so hard to build, will collapse." Han Xintian bit her lip and made up her mind; she had to leave this place as soon as these few days were over.

"Besides, going back to Medicine King Valley means being pestered by that idiot Su Ran. What bad luck. It feels like I haven't had a single day of good luck since meeting Su Ran." Han Xintian muttered as she turned and left.

She couldn't let the Wu Family misunderstand and think she had something to do with Wu Gou's death.