Chapter 792: Chapter 68 Lantern Festival (6000 words combined)_2
He charged in only to scan the area with his alluring eyes, finding nothing. His first thought was whether he had gone to the wrong place, but his rationality imdiately overruled that thought; with the reactions just now, it was impossible to be wrong.
But then, an absurd thought arose in his mind.
Could it be that he had stumbled upon the lair of another gang of thieves?!
If that were truly the case, it would be an enormous coincidence under heaven.
Just at that mont, he saw Wang Anfeng, who was standing, suddenly step forward and begin to frantically search through the straw in the corner of the wall. He frowned, about to tell him not to act recklessly, when he saw Wang Anfeng’s body abruptly stiffen and his thumb and forefinger pick sothing up from the ground.
Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a strand of hair.
Tie Lin took the Barrier Blade from beneath the embedded corpse in the wall and held it in his hand as he examined the martial artist’s injuries. While inwardly marveling, a hint of doubt suddenly arose.
The doubt as to why ‘Feng An’ had disguised himself.
The primary purpose of changing one’s appearance was to conceal one’s true appearance. In other words, he didn’t want to reveal his true face, for being recognized would lead to consequences he was not willing to bear.
But why?
Tie Lin went over everything that had happened since he had encountered Feng An today, and couldn’t detect anything amiss. Yet, there was an uneasy feeling lingering at the edge of his consciousness.
Unable to pinpoint what exactly was bothering him, he pressed the doubt down and continued inward.
Upon entering, he saw Wang Anfeng trembling slightly. His doubt deepened, and in the next mont, Wang Anfeng suddenly spun around, like a tiger bursting out of its cage, and dashed out of the underground chamber.
The intense wave of chilling murderous intent that slamd into him made even Tie Lin, who was accustod to dealing with ruthless desperados, feel a cold shiver down his spine. His heart nearly stopped beating, and only after taking three breaths did his face turn pale, his heart began to pound violently, and his breaths beca rapid. He stepped forward, his pupils unconsciously dilating as he looked at the ground.
The sound of his heartbeat echoed in his ears.
There was a problem!
There was definitely a problem!
The doubts clouding his mind intermixed, and the instincts honed over a decade of hunting fugitives were almost directly warning him that there was sothing wrong with this person.
The murderous aura of a martial artist mostly stems from brutal combat, partly from the deadliness and fear of the slain—this aspect more often found in those of the Middle Third Rank and above.
More so, it cos from the psychological changes when a martial artist kills decisively, leading to a heart of resoluteness. The intense murderous intent that could hardly be contained surged out just now, unsettling him to the point where it was more intense than any of the world’s desperate criminals he witnessed in the imperial deathrow during his youth.
It was evidently soone who had their hands stained in blood.
Wuxin, seemingly unaffected, imdiately surged after him, while Tie Lin, after calming himself for three breaths, turned and followed closely. He had barely erged when he heard a low shout that could barely contain its fury:
“Who from the Dongfang Clan have you captured?”
“Speak!”
At the sa ti, a series of low groans of pain were heard. The dull-witted elder’s eyes widened as the approaching Wang Anfeng, still carrying the natural murderous aura from personally slaying a grandmaster, triggered the most terrifying mory from the depths of the elder’s mind. Pale with fear, trembling, he said:
“Dongfang Ning…”
Before he could finish speaking, the diagonal wall shattered abruptly, and the elder’s body flew sideways, as though his head had been struck by a heavy hamr, blood and brains splattered everywhere, staining his white hair with fresh blood.
anwhile, two dull thuds were heard from outside.
Tie Lin’s expression changed dramatically, exclaiming:
“Not good!”
“A chanical Crossbow from the Mo Family!”
Before him, Wang Anfeng had already lunged in that direction, smashing through the sturdy blue-stone wall, which partly collapsed the house. The single strand of hair twisted around his finger, tinged with traces of fresh blood, sent his heart into a frenzy.
His brain felt split in two at this mont.
One part was his childhood in Great Liang Village, where he was ostracized by the local boys and girls of the sa age.
The other part was the fact that he had blood relatives.
The violent collision of the two, for soone like Wang Anfeng who grew up reliant solely on his adoptive father, was overwhelmingly powerful, so much so that he nearly stopped hiding his true strength.
After two steps forward, he abruptly turned to look, finding two vicious martial artists bound with cowhide ropes, each with a black crossbow bolt in their heads, their expressions not having the chance to register fear before their final breaths.
Seven hundred steps away, a tall, burly man dressed in indigo vigorous attire discarded the chanical crossbow in his hand. On his back, he carried a bulging sack, large enough to contain a slender young girl.
The man made a provocative gesture toward Wang Anfeng, then turned to flee. With no protection in the sky and nowhere to hide, ten lives would not suffice. Without using qinggong to ride the winds, the population of a million within the twenty-seven districts was his best shield.
Even the Liangzhou Prefect would not have the authority to seal off such a large city temporarily, unless there was a matter of military or political importance. Moreover, such an action would greatly affect the annual assessnt of officials and could even ruin careers. It goes without saying that whether it was a common girl or a family mber of a high-ranking official, great consideration would be required before making a decision.
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