"Whoosh~"
As Zhao Xiu finished speaking, Li Ming’s arm had already flung open the carriage window, waving over a disciple of the Green Pine Sect.
"Don’t stray too far from us. Call everyone back imdiately, walk beside our carriage, and stay vigilant at all tis,"
Li Ming instructed a disciple of the Green Pine Sect seriously, "On the way back, soone might ambush us!"
"Understood!"
The pupil of the Green Pine Sect disciple constricted, and he turned around at once to call the other disciples. Monts later, the thirteen of them had quickly gathered beside the carriage, their eyes warily scanning both sides of the eerily quiet street covered in snow.
"Don’t return to the residence for now, later follow the main road to the Imperial City,"
Li Ming whispered instructions to the coachman in front, and then imdiately took out a whistle from his bosom, took a deep breath, and blew it fiercely.
"Whoo~"
The unique sound from the whistle carried far and wide in an instant. Sitting to one side, Zhao Xiu, Liu Zhuang, Liu Wu, and Wang Guangyun exchanged looks, each seeing the gravity in the others’ eyes.
"Wang Ling daring to speak to us like that in broad daylight, the implication is clear. Be cautious on the way back,"
Li Ming said to the four of them, his voice soft. He also narrowed his eyes slightly, scanning the surroundings for any movent.
At Li Ming’s residence, Uncle Master Li Ming, along with his senior martial brothers and Master Xu Jin, who were seated and cultivating, were startled by the sound of the whistle.
"Quick, all the won hide in the cellar, and the male servants hide under the beds inside the houses,"
Master Xu Jin imdiately ordered the servants of the residence, while Uncle Wang Hengliang, with his treasure sword in hand, dashed out like an arrow, heading towards the direction from where the whistle had co.
"I’ve been in the Capital City for such a long ti, yet this is the first ti I’ve heard Li Ming issue such a warning. What has happened?"
Liu Qingshi fetched his weapon and, with a frown, flew to the rooftop. Speaking in a low voice to Xu Jin below, he then called out loudly, "Green Pine Sect disciples, co here at once for defense!"
"I don’t know, but just in case, let’s stick to the plan,"
Xu Jin replied, biting his teeth with a mixture of anxiety and relief, "Fortunately, both Li Ming and Wang Guangyun have already broken through to the First-rate realm, and Liu Zhuang and Liu Wu have also achieved so success in their Qinggong. Our ability to respond has greatly increased."
"Ah-ha!"
As the two conversed, they suddenly heard a loud shout coming from a distance in the streets of the Capital City. Their expressions changed, "That’s Li Ming’s voice!"
No sooner had the two exclaid than Liu Qingshi gritted his teeth, his entire being soaring out, flying toward the direction of the sound.
Next to him, Xu Jin gripped the long sword in his hand, flying atop the roof, his eyes scanning the surroundings with fierce vigilance.
"Western Regions scoundrels!"
The next mont, another shout rang out from the streets, revealing Uncle Wang Hengliang’s voice. Xu Jin’s eyes widened, and he bit his teeth fiercely, "Green Pine Sect disciples, protect your families and do not leave your posts."
Having said that, Xu Jin tensed his body, circulating the true energy within him, guarding against enemies that might storm in from outside and attempt distraction and ambush tactics.
"......"
The chilling wind whistled, blanketing the desolate streets with white snowflakes. In this city that had just been hit by heavy snowfall, the rooftops and the branches of the trees were piled with snow.
Rows of trees were covered in snow, enveloping the entire neighborhood in a world of silver. In this icy, snowy landscape, twenty assassins lay in ambush, their attention fixed ahead in silence. They were hidden under eaves, beside trees, and by the doorways on the rooftops, all waiting for their target to erge.
They were dressed in white, blending in with the snow, weapons in their hands, no emotion on their faces, just cold eyes.
It was only when a whistle sounded from Li Ming’s lips that their expressions changed.
The next mont they no longer hid themselves, suddenly leaping from the snowdrifts, launching an attack towards the direction of the approaching carriage of Li Ming.
"Soone’s coming, be careful."
The approaching carriage halted abruptly upon seeing soone ahead. Li Ming’s pupils contracted as he shouted softly, then imdiately drew the long sword from inside the carriage and, along with his four followers, leaped down from the carriage.
"Quick, form the Formation."
Seeing the agile figures in white robes and masked, charging to attack him, Li Ming knew evasion was futile. With no knowledge of whether there were assassins elsewhere, he imdiately called out in a low voice, stopping Liu Zhuang and another from charging impulsively, and quickly ford a Formation with the thirteen disciples from the Qingsong Sect by his side.
As sect disciples, they naturally possessed knowledge of Formations. Once the Formation was established, thirteen second-rate disciples, an ordinary second-rate martial artist Zhao Xiu, two top-tier second-rate experts Liu Zhuang and Liu Wu who practiced horizontal training, along with Li Ming and Wang Guangyun, two first-rate experts at the core, could instantly unleash even greater power.
Yes, first-rate experts!
Wang Guangyun had also broken through to the First-rate realm during this period!
And the reason Li Ming always had thirteen disciples accompany him on every trip outside was precisely for this purpose.
Together, these thirteen plus Li Ming could set up a very strong grand Formation, with Li Ming and Wang Guangyun serving as the focal points, creating an offense and defense-capable grand Formation.
Within this Formation, Li Ming and Wang Guangyun were chiefly responsible for the offense while the others focused on defense.
At first, the original version of this Formation had Li Ming and a master or uncle who always followed him as the focal points.
But later, the allegiance of Wang Guangyun’s group of four provided plenty of manpower, and with Wang Guangyun’s breakthrough to the First-rate realm, the focal points of the Formation shifted to them.
And with as many as sixteen people forming the defense, including two who had fully mastered the Iron Shirt technique, it was no doubt that this Formation could exert its power to the peak.
Although this Formation was not like those in fantasy novels or the current cultivation Formations on Earth that could consolidate the strength of all its mbers into one, it was nevertheless very useful and powerful.
Firstly, within this tight Formation, any attack from the enemy would be intercepted by the sixteen on the outside.
Even if the opponent attacked with exceptional true energy projection, it would first hit them, allowing Li Ming and Wang Guangyun, who had the strongest offensive power inside, to strike back swiftly during the intervals of the opponent’s attacks.
A person cannot continuously execute moves without pause; as soon as they act, there must be a halt, and what Li Ming and Wang Guangyun needed to do was to attack during that halt, disrupting the enemy’s rhythm.
The stance of this Formation was such that the people on the outside could defend every corner, while Li Ming and Wang Guangyun, standing back-to-back, could instantly charge out from beside any disciple at the fastest speed, make a decisive strike, and then imdiately retreat.
At this mont, not knowing where other enemies might be, Li Ming chose this Formation as his first response.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
Among the twenty people ahead, five broke through the Formation and charged forward with incredible speed, changing the expressions of Li Ming and his companions.
"Five first-rate experts!"
Li Ming felt a sense of foreboding and, without any further thought, shouted loudly, "Ah, there’s..."
Before Li Ming could finish speaking, a flying knife whizzed toward him. His mouth snapped shut and he swung his long sword vigorously, knocking the flying knife away.
"I’ll handle this!"
The next mont, the five first-rate experts charged forward. Liu Wu and Liu Zhuang shouted loudly as they faced the ferocious montum of the opponents, swinging their chain hamrs with full force.
"Clang!"
The sound of tal clashing rang out as the chain hamrs thrown by the two were deflected by the swords of two of the five first-rate experts attacking them. The faces of the two who wielded the chains paled as they yanked the chains tightly, pulling back the hamrs. The trendous true energy within the attacks forced them to step back, but they roared angrily and wrapped their hands quickly around the chains, blocking one assailant each with a hard stance.
"Clang!"
A series of piercing clashes echoed as Liu Wu and Liu Zhuang shouted furiously, their faces turning red. Around them, six second-rate Qingsong Sect disciples also staggered back several steps, their faces flushed.
"Hiss!"
In the next instant, Li Ming’s long sword, sharp as a pine needle, thrust fiercely towards a first-rate expert who had not yet had ti to recover from his strike.
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