Chapter 1174: Chapter 212: Recruitnt (Double-Length) (Part 2)
“Hmm, how about being one of the four great protectors, just below ?”
He stood up from the green stone, hands behind his back, the hem of his clothes slightly fluttering.
“Otherwise, please remain within this pearl.”
“Two choices, very fair.”
……
Inside the room of the Parthian fruit, in front of Wang Anfeng.
Yi Xiang was stunned for less than a breath.
Then his expression changed drastically, his instinct honed from countless battles steering his body, abruptly retreating, his movent technique so fast that it reached a considerable level even within the Middle Third Rank, simultaneously raising his right hand to flick out a short-handled thin-bladed dagger.
The dagger pierced the air, carrying a chilling aura, shooting directly towards Gu Qinghan.
The Qi chanism entangled and transford into a soaring dragon, biting the dagger.
The dragon’s roar suddenly erupted.
Gu Qinghan was adept at assassination and movent techniques, direct confrontation was not his forte. He had no choice but to feign a move, floating backward to evade the fierce assault, yet this delayed him a bit, in just a blink, Yi Xiang had already fled dozens of yards away, fully deploying his movent technique, like a drifting crane, difficult to asure.
Gu Qinghan sneered at the corner of his mouth, took a step forward, tightly pursuing.
Yi Xiang felt ice cold in his heart, the scene of the black-clothed man shattering kept replaying in his mind.
Every recollection caused his heart to slightly sink into colder places, all sorts of distracting thoughts uncontrollably surfaced from deep within, transforming into fear. He couldn’t believe such a thing could happen, the massive shock made his thoughts collapse and beco chaotic.
The master must have other plans.
It’s just that I haven’t seen through them.
He gritted his teeth, constantly comforting himself.
Coldness surged from behind.
Yi Xiang’s soaring speed faltered slightly, he glanced sideways with his eyes, and Gu Qinghan, whom he had left behind, was chasing with clearly noticeable speed. The latter’s handso face was full of anger, and after a few breaths, he was already alongside Yi Xiang. Turning his head, his eyes seed to be on fire, sneering:
“Running pretty fast, huh.”
“You bastard.”
Before the words were finished, he suddenly struck out with both hands, like thunder descending from the sky, abandoning the assassination technique of the Soul Severer status, instead using an ordinarily hidden, aggressive palm technique, showing the extent of his anger.
Yi Xiang crossed his hands, Qi chanism hidden like a needle.
But was split by a palm, severing all Qi chanism silver needles, sweetness in his throat, flying backward, his expression sinister.
Information error…
The strength of Soul Severer is far beyond a Sixth Rank Assassin!
In the courtyard, Sheng Zhehan walked towards Wang Anfeng, respectful in his deanor, saying:
“Young Master…”
Wang Anfeng did not answer, slowly exhaled, lowered his right hand, his heart was indeed greatly shaken. If not for the master’s intervention just now, with his martial arts, he would have long fallen into a desperate situation, having his past altered at will with no way of perceiving.
Naturally, there was anger in his heart, yet it also bred much cautiousness, involuntarily reflecting on himself.
Looking up to see Gu Qinghan and that man chasing and clashing in the air, both were Middle Third Rank experts with extrely swift movent techniques. At close combat, when their fists and palms intersected, the Qi chanism reverberated like thunder.
The townsfolk, hearing such commotion, each went out to explore the direction of the sound, but due to vision and reaction speed issues, they couldn’t see anything, only hearing the spring thunder rumbling, but seeing no lightning.
In Wang Anfeng’s pupils, a cold glimr blood, capturing the rapidly moving, clashing two.
That man’s martial arts were not weak, but his state of mind seed broken, losing coherence in battle, firmly entangled by Gu Qinghan, unable to escape.
Wang Anfeng had no intention to delve into what issue had occurred in Yi Xiang’s state of mind, planning to capture him.
Otherwise, with the current situation, it was unpredictable what consequences might ensue. At this mont, he drew his blade backward, upon raising his hand, a vision from his master’s move earlier flashed before his eyes, montarily pausing, then gently opened his fingers, as if divinely inspired, lightly grasping forward.
Sheng Zhehan suddenly felt the heavens and earth darken before him, then a weightless faint golden thread appeared in the room, drifting without support, Wang Anfeng gently opened his fingers, encircling this gold thread.
In the sky, Yi Xiang cursed inwardly.
The difficulty posed by the opponent was at least a notch higher than what was docunted about Soul Severer.
And below was another ominous figure notorious for being fierce.
Yi Xiang seed to sense Blade Madman’s gaze upon himself, his scalp feeling slightly prickly, no longer hesitating, a low voice escaping his lips, his expression solemn and dignified, forming seals with his hands, his character faintly ethereal, simultaneously sacred and sullied, driving one to madness.
Gu Qinghan’s movents paused involuntarily, his eyes showing a hint of daze.
Yi Xiang’s Qi chanism imploded several tis internally, then explosively surged, directly reaching the Fourth Rank Realm, an unprecedented feeling of power filled The Eight Extraordinary ridians, creating an illusion, under this overwhelming sense of power, even the fear that grew in his heart earlier dulled involuntarily.
Yi Xiang clenched his fist, glanced at Gu Qinghan temporarily dazed.
His heart held so regret, yet decisively turned to leave. Having been relentlessly suppressed by Gu Qinghan earlier, now with Qi chanism surging, his unstable state of mind, nurous distracting demonic thoughts surfaced, many suppressed in his heart’s depths, so left unprocessed, allowed to gather and scatter like mist.
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