Time went back to a minute ago.
In the courtyard without light.
The doors and windows of the house were closed. The figure bowed to a fist-sized crystal ball emitting a faint red light in front of him and whispered.
"… Yes, yes, no problem. I will definitely bring back offerings of sufficient quality."
The red light of the crystal ball dimmed.
The figure in the house put it away and began to plan the next target.
Talented orphans with weak strength were his first choice. There were a total of three orphanages in Ping Liang. Although the other two orphanages were still under heavy guard because of the robbery three days ago.
It was very dangerous to provoke the Ping Liang officials at this time.
But the figure didn't care. Just like at this moment, in the enemy camp, the entire Ping Liang Security Bureau was tracking him, but he didn't panic at all.
"How could those idiots find me? Even if they found me, who can stop me in such a big Ping Liang?"
The corner of the figure's mouth curled up. "If I didn't accidentally come into contact with it … I can't imagine that the world is so vast."
He muttered.
He raised his wrist and looked at the time, ready to leave and change back to his real identity.
Suddenly.
His footsteps paused and looked up at the roof. An imperceptible sound reached his ears.
The figure's expression changed slightly, "I didn't expect them to find this place. Then don't blame me …"
He revealed a ruthless expression, and the high-level rune saber on his waist was unsheathed. The silver saber light slashed toward the person on the roof.
The roof exploded.
The first thing he saw was a hunter wearing a black cloak and a Sand Monk mask.
"Not from the Security Bureau?"
The sect leader thought, but his hands didn't stop moving.
Anyone who appeared in this courtyard, as long as they weren't from the Church of End, they could only return to the embrace of the Church of End.
The saber light slashed toward another person.
"Dang ~"
The sharp blade collided with the jade-like fist, making a sound of iron and stone.
The sect leader's expression changed.
The saber in his hand was a divine weapon. The rune saber originally equipped by the Security Bureau was like a paper paste compared to it.
No matter how thick the steel plate was, he could easily cut it with this high-level rune saber.
It didn't even break the skin when it slashed on a mere fist.
Sun Yu used both her hands and feet to engage in close combat.
The clanging sounds echoed in the dark night.
When the two of them first clashed, the old courtyard had already collapsed from the shockwaves.
The leader of the Divine Sect was at a complete disadvantage.
His expression changed again and again.
"Who is it? Could it be someone from the Ancestral Dragon Legion? A super expert hidden by Ping Liang? No, that's not right. If it's Ping Liang's encirclement, there shouldn't only be a few people. There's also no need to wear cloaks to hide themselves. Who is it?
More than ten seconds had passed, and the two of them had exchanged no less than a hundred moves.
From the corner of his eyes, the cult leader looked around and saw the other four cloaked men who could attack at any moment. He knew that he could not continue like this.
He no longer brandished his saber. With a shout, his short hair rapidly grew. In the blink of an eye, his hair was like steel needles shooting into the sky, growing longer and longer. It was as nimble as a slithering snake, like countless threads stabbing toward Sun Yu.
Sun Yu's expression changed slightly. She opened her fist into a palm and blocked the sharp hair that was about to pierce her face.
It was like being stabbed by a sharp steel needle.
Her completely jade-like palm felt a stinging pain.
The cult leader's aura erupted, sweeping around like a gust of wind. His two to three-meter long hair stretched again, not only enveloping Sun Yu, but also attacking Cai Jiajia and the others next to her.
He looked like he was going all out.
In the next moment, the hair that was stabbing toward them broke off like a gecko's tail. From wandering sharp threads, they turned into steel needles, flying toward Sun Yu and the others.
Each needle was enough to penetrate a ten-millimeter-thick steel plate. The fragile body of a human hunter couldn't withstand it at all.
With this move, even a Ninth Stage expert would be instantly killed if they weren't careful.
The cult leader didn't want to kill the enemy. He released his ultimate move, jumped, and flew toward the other side of the courtyard.
"Hmph, if it wasn't for the big movement …" He looked back, wanting to see how many people died under his "Ten Thousand Needles."
The cloaked man with a jade-like body waved his arms and blocked a lot of the needles. The remaining steel needles didn't seem to have much effect on the cloaked man's body.
The cult leader had expected this. After all, the cloaked man was a top expert who could fight evenly with him.
But the others …
His eyes suddenly widened.
Some people drew a circle with their arms. Genesis Qi gushed out, forming a rotating shield, blocking all the steel needles.
There were also cloaked men who had flashed more than ten meters away, out of the range of the steel needles.
The densely packed steel needles pierced the ground of the courtyard and the surrounding walls that hadn't collapsed yet. They looked like a hornet's nest, riddled with holes. It was chilling to see.
"One, two, three, four … wait, where's the other cloaked man?!"
As soon as the cult leader turned around, he bumped into a Sand Monk mask.
The simple and honest face seemed to be silently mocking him.
"You're courting death."
He swung his sword, controlling the growth of hundreds of hairs at the same time, turning them into steel needles that shot out — the cult leader had lost quite a bit of his short hair after unleashing his ultimate move. A few hundred hairs was his limit at the moment.
But when hundreds of steel needles flew out, not far away, the cloaked man wearing the Sand Monk mask took a step forward. His whole body turned into a stream of light and appeared beside the cult leader. A deadly sword light struck toward the cult leader.
The cult leader temporarily changed his move to block.
Clang!
The Sand Monk mask instantly appeared on his other side. The cult leader bent down to dodge.
The figure moved in a flash for the third time. The sharp short sword crossed his throat.
"Hiss … hiss …"
The cult leader's eyes widened, full of unwillingness. He stiffly looked at the person standing not far away. Before he fell straight down, he heard the voice of the cloaked man on the other side.
"You've already mastered this Instantaneous Consecutive Stab to the point of perfection, right? It's a pity that I still want to use him as a test."
Filled with unwillingness and regret, the evil cult leader fell face first to the ground with a thud. Scarlet blood flowed out and dyed the floor of the small courtyard red.
…
Two or three streets away from the courtyard.
A team of five hunters belonging to the Ping Liang Security Bureau was on duty.
An explosive sound came from a distance.
Several people's faces changed and rushed toward the direction of the sound.
Half a minute later, they stood in front of a half-collapsed courtyard.
He could see that there was a corpse lying on the ground, and its aura could no longer be sensed.
The next moment.
A yellow signal flare soared into the sky and exploded like fireworks.
A few minutes later, a captain level expert of the Security Bureau arrived with a dozen subordinates.
Ten minutes later.
The Security Bureau Chief, the Eastern City Guard Commander, and some experts of the Ancestral Dragon all came to this courtyard.
Looking at the messy battlefield … one by one, their faces became solemn.
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