Chapter 2100: Poisoned Attack Chapter 2100: Poisoned Attack Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The soldier guarding the city caught the token as it flew toward him.
However, his expression shifted dramatically when he saw what the token looked like.
“Greetings, Elder Wilma.” Wilma Nilles’s cold voice ca from within the carriage.
The city guard carefully placed the token on the carriage, then turned to the others accompanying him and declared loudly, “Let them pass!” The carriage sped into the city.
High above the Myriad Demon City, a night crow descended and landed on a tall building.
Its scarlet eyes scanned the surroundings.
As the carriage entered the city, Wilma spoke coldly.
“Let’s go to the place where the other party is hiding and finish this quickly.” She wanted to wrap things up and return swiftly.
Without Braydon Neal around, Wilma felt everything was aningless.
“Yes, I’ll take you there now,” the man outside responded respectfully, his expression sharp and ruthless.
He led Wilma to a secluded area.
As they arrived, the surroundings beca eerily quiet.
Even the animals along the roadside seed scarce.
Inside the carriage, Wilma, always keenly observant, sensed sothing was off.
She frowned slightly and stepped out.
“What is going on?
Aren’t we heading to their hideout?
Why are we here?” As she questioned him, her seemingly relaxed hand had already begun channeling energy in secret.
In the jurisdiction of the Myriad Demon Mountain, caution was essential—carelessness could an death.
“Elder Wilma, those people are staying in an inn up ahead,” the man said respectfully.
His deanor put Wilma slightly at ease, though she remained cautious.
“Leave the carriage here.
We’ll walk from this point,” she instructed, her tone decisive.
As she spoke, her appearance changed in an instant—her stunning beauty transford into that of an ordinary woman.
The man was stunned.
“Elder, how could you walk?” “It’s fine.
A carriage stands out too much in a place like this.” The man hesitated, his expression uneasy.
“Elder Wilma, the environnt here is rough.
If it affects your comfort…” “I’ll say it again.
Walk!” Wilma’s voice carried a sharp edge.
She could sense sothing wasn’t right.
Her sharp gaze locked onto the man, scrutinizing his face for any cracks in his composure.
Yet, his expression remained submissive.
“Yes, yes.
Please, don’t be angry.
I’ll take you there imdiately,” he said, bowing nervously.
Wilma studied him intently, her confusion growing.
His strange behavior was difficult to decipher, but she chose not to linger on it.
She followed him further into the area.
They arrived at a shabby inn.
“Elder Wilma, reliable sources say the group is hiding here,” the man said, pointing to the building.
“But I don’t know the exact room.
Should we investigate?” “Do you have a portrait of the targets?” Wilma asked, her eyes gleaming.
The man quickly retrieved a stack of portraits from his waist and handed them to her.
Wilma examined each one carefully, committing their features to mory, before walking directly into the inn.
A waiter greeted her imdiately.
“Miss, what can I get for you?” Wilma picked a table at random and sat down.
“Bring a bottle of ten-year-old peach blossom wine and a serving of butterfly pastry.
For the main dish, spicy golden rooster.” The waiter nodded and hurried off to the kitchen.
anwhile, the man sat at a distant table, his gaze sweeping the room.
Soon, the waiter returned with the ordered dishes.
Wilma glanced at the food and smiled faintly.
She reached for her chopsticks to take a bite when— Whoosh!
The chopsticks flew through the air and pierced the waiter’s neck.
Blood gushed as the man clutched at his throat, letting out muffled cries.
In the blink of an eye, Wilma vanished from her seat and reappeared beside the man who had led her there.
“You’re quite good at hiding,” she said icily, her words cutting like a blade.
The man’s face betrayed confusion.
“Elder Wilma, what do you an?” “Those disciples who went missing from my Ninth Peak—it was your doing, wasn’t it?” Realizing the ruse was over, the man’s expression twisted into one of desperation.
“Attack!” he shouted.
Wilma’s sword flashed from its sheath with a sharp clang.
The inn echoed with the sound of steel, and the man’s head fell to the ground, blood pooling beneath him.
Wilma moved swiftly to the inn’s entrance, deflecting a barrage of hidden weapons with her blade.
“Co out,” she called coldly, her voice slicing through the air.
Clap, clap, clap.
A slow applause echoed from the staircase.
“As expected of an Elder from the Myriad Demon Sect.
Such ruthlessness—I’m impressed.” A man appeared, descending the stairs with a smirk.
“My na is Willet Saalfeld, the owner of this inn.
I’m also the ‘rapist’ you’ve co to kill.” Willet’s mocking tone and vulgar words filled Wilma with fury.
Only one person dared speak to her this way!
“Space Rending Slash!” Her sword released a powerful surge of energy, slicing through the air toward him.
But Willet dodged swiftly, evading the strike.
Boom!
The attack smashed into the wall behind him, reducing it to rubble.
Willet turned to look at the gaping hole and chuckled nervously.
“Impressive.
Truly worthy of the title Elder Wilma.
Such destructive power sends shivers down my spine.” Wilma’s face darkened.
She prepared to channel her spiritual energy again when suddenly—her expression shifted.
Her energy was gone.
“Haha,” Willet laughed mockingly.
“It seems Elder Wilma has realized the truth.” “I provoked you on purpose, so you’d use your energy to attack .
Without that, poisoning you would’ve been much harder.” Wilma’s sharp eyes scanned the room.
“Poison?” She hadn’t eaten or drunk anything since arriving.
“The air—you poisoned the air,” she concluded.
Willet’s smirk widened.
“Smart, but too late.”
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