jdhmnovel Chapter 177 Bloodstained Seventh Night (1)
Chapter 177 Bloodstained Seventh Night (1)
Chapter 177 Bloodstained Qixi Festival (Part 1)
Wei Houzhen and the six assassins were all dead. Zhuo Yang waved his hand and released demonic fire, burning Wei Houzhen's body. Surprisingly, a storage belt and several short knives were left on the ground.
“Master, this is the standard short sword of the Flying Scorpion Sect, and it even has the scorpion emblem.” Pan Jianbo picked up a sword and respectfully presented it to Zhuo Yang.
Zhuo Yang glanced at them, frowned, and said, "Put away the knife and that storage belt. I'll forge weapons for you when I have time!"
Pan Jianbo noticed Zhuo Yang's unusual behavior and cautiously asked, "Master, is there anything else?"
"Okay!" Zhuo Yang nodded. "Find a place to hide and don't go home. I'll contact you tomorrow. I'm going home first; something just doesn't feel right."
After leaving his contact information, Zhuo Yang didn't have time to refine the communication jade pendant. He immediately used the Cloud Flowing Step, stepping on lightning, and sped towards the direction of Tombstone Mountain.
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After Zhuo Yang left Tombstone Hill, a group of more than ten black people appeared at the edge of the woods at the foot of the back of Tombstone Hill.
It's located right next to the coastal road, with no other buildings around, making it very secluded.
"Master, a disciple has sent word that Zhuo Yang has flown north!" A man in black clasped his hands together and said in a low voice.
"Zhuo Yang is gone?" The leader of the men in black pulled down his mask, revealing himself to be Ma Jian'an.
Seeing his disciple nod in confirmation, Ma Jian'an couldn't help but laugh excitedly a few times, then said through gritted teeth, "With Zhuo Yang gone, there are no more experts in Manor 101. Mr. Yang's plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain has succeeded. Now, it's up to us!"
"We will obey the patriarch's orders!" The Ma family disciples, dressed in black, roared in unison.
Ma Jian'an nodded in satisfaction, then with a wave of his hand, he grabbed more than a dozen black tokens. He grinned maliciously, "These are treasures given to me by Mr. Yang. They can isolate any communication and are specifically designed to target cultivators' communications. Take these tokens, surround Manor 101, and follow my command to activate your true essence to power the tokens!"
"Order!"
The Ma family disciples shouted in unison, then each received a token, and the group quickly disappeared into the woods.
A short while later, a group of people flew in from the sky and landed in 101 Manor. Immediately afterwards, the entire Tombstone Mountain, starting from the mountainside, was shrouded in thick fog.
"Heh heh..." Ma Jian'an stood in the woods and grinned maliciously, "Zhuo Yang, you never expected that Mr. Yang would calculate that you would gather everyone at the manor, so that they could all be wiped out in one fell swoop, hahaha..."
He laughed a few more times, then leaped into the air and arrived at the gate of 101 Manor in a few bounds.
The laughter was a signal, and the Ma family disciples immediately used their true essence to activate the token. The invisible fluctuations spread out, shielding all true essence sensing on Tombstone Mountain.
In front of the gate of 101 Manor, there were more than a dozen people, led by Yang Xi, Li Wenhao and Hua Cheng, but Leng Jun was nowhere to be seen.
"Mr. Yang, everything's taken care of. Zhuo Yang's men have all gone to the manor!" Ma Jian'an landed, unable to contain his excitement, and laughed a few more times.
Yang Xi glanced at him and said in a sinister voice, "Mr. Ma did a good job. Now it's up to the Moyun Sword Sect."
Li Wenhao nodded and stepped forward, sneering, "A mere mist formation is nothing but trash in the eyes of the Moyun Sword Sect!"
"Wait a minute!" Ma Jian'an noticed something was wrong and stepped forward with a frown. "Master Li, aren't there three of the Three Swordsmen of Moyun? Where is the third master?"
Zhuo Yang kills Golden Core cultivators as easily as killing chickens, and Yang Xi has an instinctive fear of Zhuo Yang. Now that only two Golden Core experts from the Mo Yun Sword Sect are present, he feels that his chances of success are too low.
"My junior brother is going to fight Zhuo Yang alone!" Li Wenhao glanced at Ma Jian'an with disdain and snorted heavily, "This is none of your business, get lost!"
Ma Jian'an was so angry he almost vomited blood, but he didn't dare to say anything harsh to save face, so he could only suppress his anger and walk aside.
Yang Xi patted him on the shoulder and said coldly, "Mr. Ma, you should think about how you're going to get benefits from the Oriental Group after Zhuo Yang and his gang are wiped out. If you do well, the young master will definitely think more highly of you!"
With huge profits within easy reach, Ma Jian'an immediately put aside his anger and stood aside to think seriously.
Yang Xi glanced at him disdainfully, then walked to Li Wenhao's side and whispered, "Hero Li, we need to hurry. We must capture or kill the people in the manor before Zhuo Yang returns!"
"Don't worry, I know what to do!" Li Wenhao's expression turned serious as he pulled a purple-gold gourd from his pocket.
The gourd was as long as a forearm, clearly a magical artifact, and his pocket must also contain a storage artifact.
Li Wenhao raised the purple-gold gourd high, silently chanted an incantation, and then shouted, "Collect it!"
The thick fog shrouding the tombstone mountain suddenly began to swirl, as if being absorbed by a super-powerful vacuum cleaner, and surged toward the purple-gold gourd that Li Wenhao held aloft.
In just over ten seconds, the thick fog that had enveloped half the mountain vanished completely.
"Fight in for me!"
Upon seeing this, Yang Xi's face turned fierce and malevolent. With a wave of his hand, fifteen Wang family disciples at the Heartbeat stage broke down the manor gate and rushed towards the villa.
Li Wenhao laughed a few times, then led Hua Cheng and strode into the manor.
"Look there, it's actually a little monster!" Li Wenhao pointed at a big tree and chuckled in surprise.
Hua Cheng immediately soared into the sky, like a hawk hunting its prey, swooping down from the sky towards the snow-white figure behind the big tree.
The little hawk was so startled that all its white fur stood on end. It took off running, specifically behind a big tree, showing great cunning.
Hua Cheng couldn't catch up with her in time, sneered a few times, and swept his sword horizontally.
A large amount of ink was splashed into the sky, which then transformed into thousands of ink arrows, raining down on the snow-white figure in the woods.
Little Diao ran with all his might, but was still pierced through the lower back by an ink arrow and fell to the ground, barely alive.
"It's actually a white ferret!" Hua Cheng walked over with a murderous aura, flicked his Mo Yun sword, and was about to kill the little ferret.
Just then, a dark shadow swept over, and a large tree crashed down on Hua Cheng with a loud crack.
Hua Cheng used his movement technique to dodge, and in mid-air, he unleashed a barrage of ink arrows.
The little black dog emitted a series of sharp, thudding sounds. Despite its thick skin and incredible defense, it was still beaten until its flesh was torn open, leaving it looking miserable.
However, she reacted quickly, biting the little carcass and darting into the woods. Hua Cheng pursued relentlessly, saying little but displaying his ferocity with a barrage of ink-black arrows.
The villa was engulfed in flames. At the hidden entrance to the cave, Liu Yubao stood gracefully, her indifferent face illuminated by the firelight.
"Xiao Rou, your master's house was burned down. Aren't you angry?" Liu Yubao looked at Xiao Rou and saw her trembling and burying her head in Lin Shishi's arms.
"Don't be afraid, Xiaorou, let's hide in the cave!" Lin Shishi stroked her head, showing no fear whatsoever, and was even calmer than Liu Yubao.
Born into a wealthy family, she displays remarkable poise and grace when facing major events, drawing attention from all.
“If the master’s house is destroyed, he will be angry.” Liu Yubao glanced at Xiao Rou again, shook his head, and his figure gradually became transparent before disappearing without a trace.
"Sister Yu Bao!" Xiao Rou looked up, her face filled with terror.