Chapter 38: Hidden Killing Token

At the same time, the masked man stomped heavily beneath his feet, leaving a footprint an inch deep on the bricks of a high wall in a courtyard.

Immediately, his entire form twisted in an instant, powerful True Qi exploding within his body to propel his physique leaping rapidly in another direction.

Li Musheng, sitting on the roof ridge, looked up, frowned slightly, and was just about to reach out and swat away the flying object.

But he did not expect the old man following behind to suddenly explode with speed, rushing urgently toward Li Musheng while roaring in a deep voice:

"Get lost!"

The old man's face was aged, his skin loose, with wrinkles like gullies squeezed together across his entire face, yet his eyes were extremely gloomy and sharp.

His bluish-gray palms generated streaks of dark radiance; surging True Qi stirred up gusts of fierce wind as one hand reached to snatch the thing wrapped in cloth, while the other palm struck Li Musheng heavily without hesitation.

"You old geezer!"

Li Musheng's expression darkened; originally, he had only wanted to enjoy the moonlight and did not wish to cause trouble.

But this group had absolutely no sense of the situation, insisting on coming up; and even if they came up, they attacked without asking the color of the matter—who could bear that?

Thus, the hand that was originally meant to swat away the object suddenly turned at an incredible angle, directly clashing palms with the old man whose gaze was sinister and killing intent fierce.

At this moment, in the old man's eyes, seeing the other hand was about to touch the cloth-wrapped object, a surge of wild joy instantly rose in his heart.

As for this young white-faced fellow in front who hadn't even grown his beard yet, naturally he was not taken to heart; even if the youth knew some Wu Gong at such a young age, how could he be a match for his decades of bitter cultivation? He was confident he could easily resolve him with a single palm strike.

However, the next instant, the old man suddenly discovered that the thing which was about to be in his grasp had suddenly rapidly moved far away from his line of sight.

A fierce and cruel expression instantly flashed across his face; he thought someone was snatching food from the tiger's mouth right from his hand.

But as a piercing pain shot through his arm, the old man suddenly looked down, only then terrifyingly realizing that it was actually his entire body being blasted flying outward.

And the arm that had clashed palms with Li Musheng was already broken and twisted, looking as if it had become a twisted dough stick.

Unbelievable shock and the excruciating pain of shattered internal organs made the old man's pupils contract sharply; his Yu Guang watched the young man's figure on the roof grow smaller and smaller.

He knew that at this moment he had likely been blasted dozens of meters away, and it seemed he had not yet completely stopped.

"... How is this possible... so strong?"

The old man was shocked in his heart, and at this time, the young man's figure in his Yu Guang, which had already grown smaller and smaller, suddenly vanished.

The next instant, a voice sounded by his ear:

"Get back."

In an instant, the old man felt like a duckweed in a storm; his entire body, like a broken sack of hemp, was kicked back along the original path by the other party with a single kick...

At the same time, after the masked man threw out the cloth-wrapped object, he kept his head down and fled without looking back.

True Qi surged wildly between his two feet, driving gusts of wind breaking the air as he rapidly traversed street after street and alley after alley.

Reaching out to touch the item safe and sound in his bosom, then looking back at the red-clothed woman who had been closely following behind, the masked man revealed a cold sneer:

"I only hope that young fellow is slightly useful, able to hold that old thing up for a while; once we are farther away, I will find a chance to kill this woman."

Thinking of this, the masked man turned around and flashed from the corner of the front alley, leaping into another long street.

However, he had only rushed out several zhang when he suddenly and violently stopped his steps.

Only to see, under the silver-white moonlight like frost, in the center of the quiet, uninhabited blue-brick long street, a young figure was standing, exactly blocking his escape path.

The masked man focused his gaze for a look, and the entire person suddenly froze:

"How is it you?"

The young man before him had a face of unparalleled beauty and wore simple robes, yet he recognized the other party at a glance; it was indeed the young man who had been sitting on the roof earlier.

At this time, the young man directly in front looked at him expressionlessly, yet directly reached out his hand and asked:

"Where is the treasure you promised to give me?"

The masked man stood in place, his expression fluctuating between surprise and doubt; he did not know why the other party, who should have been slapped to death by the old man behind him, had appeared before his eyes.

But he had a premonition that the young man before him was likely extremely difficult to deal with, so his thoughts turned rapidly at once, and he clasped his hands saying:

"Little brother, inside the cloth I threw to you just now was hidden a gold bar; that is the treasure I give you."

Speaking thus, the masked man glanced sideways behind him, seeing the figure of the red-clothed woman getting closer and closer, and hurriedly said:

"Little brother, I am being pursued by enemies and must escape; I will give you that gold bar. We shall meet again."

Having said this, the masked man was just preparing to change to another alley to leave.

But he suddenly discovered in horror that no matter what, he could not move his legs, and at this time, that young man, as if teleporting, had arrived by his side at some unknown time...

Looking at the shocked gaze revealed in the masked man's eyes, Li Musheng shook his head, reached out and felt around in the other party's bosom, pulling out an object wrapped in black cloth:

"A person without trust cannot stand; one must be truthful and keep one's word, do you know?"

Speaking thus, Li Musheng was about to open the black cloth in his hand to see what exactly was inside; what could make these martial artists fight to the death in the middle of the night and disturb his elegant moon-gazing?

However, before he could act, a red-clothed woman rushed out from the shadows of the alley.

The woman's face was enchanting, her figure slender like a snake's waist; carrying a pink mist, she suddenly arched her body and sprang out like a jumping shrimp, her speed at this moment reaching the extreme, leaving only afterimages drifting under the moonlight.

At the same time, an extremely dense floral scent arose in the air, swirling with a bewitching and seductive aura, descending upon Li Musheng.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound of a blade rang out; the red-clothed woman's beautiful face was full of poisonous and ruthless expressions as she appeared behind Li Musheng, the blade in her hand glowing black and aiming directly for his neck.

However, Li Musheng did not even look at her, ignored those pink poisonous mists, and casually slapped backward.

The red-clothed woman had not even realized what happened before she felt an irresistible massive force transmit through her body, and immediately her entire body plummeted toward the ground in an instant.

The next instant, with a "Boom," the quiet long street of the night was suddenly broken.

Half of the red-clothed woman's body smashed into the hard blue-brick street surface; countless bricks and stones exploded and flew apart, smashing a pit an inch deep into the ground.

And the red-clothed woman's entire face, under the violent impact, was completely flattened and covered in blood and flesh, no longer resembling her previous enchanting and beautiful appearance.

At this time, Li Musheng calmly opened the black cloth-wrapped object.

Only to see within it was a bronze token covered in rust, upon which were written three extremely archaic large characters:

"Hidden Killing Token!"

(End of this chapter)