Chapter 1406

Weng Xing gritted his teeth: "But..."

He was unwilling! Besides, Xue Zongwu's clone must have a time limit; as long as they could hold out...

"Quick, go!" Weng Su launched a fierce attack, actually a feint with his spear, urging his brother to flee quickly.

Xue Zongwu's cultivation was truly stronger than they had expected; if they didn't leave now, both brothers would fall here.

Their intentions shifted, their fighting spirit weakened, and Xue Zongwu immediately sensed: "Flanking maneuver! They're trying to escape!"

Weng Su couldn't help but curse: "That surnamed Xue is sneakier than a ghost; Qian Yu was right not to be wrong."

If only my preparations had been more thorough, more meticulous...

Weng Xing had always listened to him; even though he was full of reluctance, he was preparing to retreat. But he had just thrown a fire bomb at Xue Zongwu when the latter seized the opening and struck his right rib.

Weng Xing barely dodged, but saw the crouching beast on the opponent's armor suddenly lift its head and spew a mouthful of fierce fire at him! That crouching beast had remained motionless on Xue Zongwu's shoulder, not even blinking, its body emitting a silvery-white sheen, looking like mere ornamentation no matter how you looked at it.

Actually, actually a living one? This white fire carried a hint of blue, different from ordinary gold-red flames, yet its temperature was tenfold.

The two sides were so close, less than three feet apart; Weng Xing had no way to dodge, and in desperation raised his arm to shield his eyes.

This mouthful of white fire sprayed onto his arm.

At first he felt no heat, but instead an icy chill, like leaning on a blue stone slab in the depths of winter. Yet the next instant, pain came like a flood!

Ordinary people would already be rolling on the ground in agony, but Weng Xing only let out a muffled groan, retreated two steps, trying to press out the flames.

However, this fire burned on contact; he slapped with his left hand, and the fire spread to his left hand; he pressed against the ground, and the ground too caught fire.

Weng Su exclaimed in alarm: "Second brother!"

"I'm fine!" Weng Xing replied in code, "Hurry and go!"

Only then did Xue Zongwu say: "Who sent you? Speak the truth. Otherwise, in a moment I'll flay you alive and make you wish for death but not find it!"

"Your father!" Weng Xing laughed through the pain, "Ah... your crimes are piled high, even your father can't bear it, he sent us two to take your dog's life!"

He also had a very faint, very faint red light flashing on his body.

This was not Yuan Li, but a magic artifact protecting its master. Also thanks to such a treasure, he hadn't been burned to a skeleton. But the white fire still burned slowly on him, each minute and second bringing him intense pain.

The agony of being burned alive—truly few can endure it.

Xue Zongwu gave a light chuckle, his eyes flashing with ferocity.

He had already confirmed, these two madmen could do nothing to him.

Recalling his recent whim, he instead felt his heart settle. If his ominous and uneasy foreboding were to fall on these two, then all he needed was to quickly dispose of them.

Not as terrifying as he had originally thought.

"You're so stubborn, when I flay you, I'll definitely do it slowly, slowly!" Weng Xing injured, Xue Zongwu's battle pressure greatly reduced, even able to utter a long sentence in one breath.

"Go!" Weng Xing, burned by the flames, felt his heart oddly calm, casually threw out two spheres, then turned and fled.

These two spheres were the size of pigeon eggs, entirely black, with tiny spikes on the surface.

They rushed toward Xue Zongwu, who instinctively wanted to deflect them, but after a thought, he simply dodged.

The two spheres tumbled and spun; Weng Xing's hand strength was just right, so even if Xue Zongwu didn't catch them, they could still collide on their own.

With a bang, another explosion!

But this explosion's range was small, just a bit louder than a firecracker.

Everyone present, including Xue Zongwu, already knew these two were explosion maniacs, and avoided anything they threw.

Yet the effect it produced was astonishing—it ignited the lingering, undispersed thick smoke, causing a gas-like explosion.

Xue Zongwu also had no time to wonder why his crouching beast's spit fire couldn't ignite this green smoke, while the opponent's black balls could.

He raised his shield to block in front, and was immediately pushed back two zhang by the massive air wave.

From afar, the night sky here saw another mushroom cloud rise.

Seizing this opportunity, the Weng brothers swiftly turned and fled.

They had dared to infiltrate Xiao Taoshan Manor to assassinate Xue Zongwu, and had long planned their escape route. As the saying goes, as long as the green mountains remain, there's no fear of lacking firewood. Regardless of whether the assassination succeeded, as long as they could escape, they'd have a chance to prepare the next attack.

But just as they were heading west, Weng Su's ear picked up a voice: "Go north."

The voice was truly right by his ear, Weng Su startled, his next step halted: "Who!"

He paused, and his brother Weng Xing also stopped.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Someone sent me a voice transmission!" Weng Su looked left and right, saw no one nearby, then lifted his leg, "Who's there!"

The sudden voice spoke again: "East, west, and south all have pursuers lying in wait, and there are still Xue Zongwu's spies in the sky; if you don't want to die, go north!"

This time Weng Su paid special attention to the sound source, only then discovering a tiny spider perched on his collar!

The spider was also pure black, its body smaller than a grain of rice, the sky was dark, the manor was full of trees, and he didn't know when this little thing had jumped onto him.

If it weren't for the spider waving its front legs at him, he might not have noticed it.

Weng Xing urged: "What's going on?"

Weng Su, however, was in a state of mental chaos.

Was the newly appeared voice friend or foe? The other said the other three directions all had ambushes and pursuers; should he believe it?

But on their original retreat route, there were indeed sounds of restless people and the glow of torches coming from afar.

Xue Zongwu's method of allocating forces was far superior to theirs.

The pursuers behind were also close at hand. Xue Zongwu had prepared; explosions would hardly injure him again.

After being blasted to the ground, he immediately sprang up, flying like the wind as he chased the two brothers! Which way should they flee? At this critical moment, Weng Su had to decide.

Go for it! He gritted his teeth and stomped his foot: "North!"

Weng Xing stared in shock: "Brother?"

They had previously planned two retreat routes, the primary one being south, because the manor's distinguished guests were panicked and would surely flee in the direction without explosions—this is human instinct. As long as they removed their night clothes and masks, they could blend into the guests' entourage and soon leave the manor.

Xiao Taoshan Manor was after all just an ordinary estate, not a city gate or checkpoint, unable to stop so many people from escaping.

Retreating and seeking the next best option is to go north.

"Don't ask, go north!" Weng Su turned on his heel and led the charge northward.

Using spider transmission of sound is not an ordinary divine ability. If this mysterious voice intended to harm him, it wouldn't need to speak at all, for Xue Zongwu's pursuit and encirclement were faster than the two brothers imagined.

No matter which direction they fled, they had no chance for trial and error.

To the north there was no courtyard wall, because the northern end was only a cliff, the highest point of the entire manor's terrain.

(End of chapter)