Chapter 1407

Weng Su also made up his mind, anyway he also brought the grappling hook, at that time the worst case was jumping off the cliff to escape.

Falling into Xue Zongwu's hands would certainly mean death, while jumping off the cliff, if done well, might even save a life. Thinking this way, jumping off the cliff might still be worthwhile? Their sudden turn took Xue Zongwu by surprise.

Other directions clearly still had escape routes, why did these two suddenly turn north? Xue Zongwu couldn't help cursing.

He had just issued a few orders, assigning personnel to all three directions. Especially his own troops would come from the west and south. These two black-clothed people, even if they wouldn't be immediately defeated and captured, could at least slow them down. Once caught up by Xue Zongwu, they would have only a dead end.

Because there was no time to arrange, the farthest end of the mountain villa's north side had no personnel.

Were these two guys going north because they were desperate, or had they thought it over beforehand? Xue Zongwu stood in place, also hesitating for a moment.

Xiaotao Mountain Villa was not small in area, his one hundred and seventy elite troops were all in the south, he only needed to go south to meet up, but these two black-clothed people would then escape; if he continued north to pursue the enemy, it would be going against the main force, and he had fewer than ten people around him.

To pursue, or not to pursue?

The two ahead were already desperate fugitives, not pursuing would not resolve his doubts.

But he recalled his recent whim.

Someone was secretly scheming against him, in the dark, misfortune loomed.

His spiritual sense rarely erred, but it had one trouble: he could not estimate time.

Even if there were disaster, when would it come? He had commanded wind and cloud for over a decade, his subordinates countless elite troops, would he really become just a "feeling" and always shrink back? Besides, even if disaster were imminent, would it really fall on these two black-clothed people ahead? He was clear that even without counting the palace guard's strength, these two were not his match.

With so many thoughts flashing through his mind, Xue Zongwu made a decision in just two breaths:

Pursue, continue pursuing! He led seven or eight attendants and mountain villa guards, likewise turning north.

Xiaotao Mountain Villa stood alone on a small hill, so the further north, the higher the terrain and denser the forest, pitch black with not a single lamp.

It had rained again tonight, everywhere was pitch black. Whether the Weng brothers or Xue Zongwu looked north, they felt the dark small hill like a crouching giant monster, and they were rushing into the monster's open maw.

The Weng brothers even leapt over eaves and walls, climbing from pillars to rooftops to avoid ground encirclement. The north side of the mountain villa, due to high terrain and good scenery, had a viewing pavilion and several viewing platforms and terraces, often connected by corridors and blue stone paths.

The brothers occasionally looked back, seeing the torches below almost connected into a strip, all rapidly gathering north.

That was Xue Zongwu and the guard team of Xiaotao Mountain Villa.

Weng Xing exclaimed: "Good thing we went north!"

Observing the torch distribution from high ground, indeed the east, west, and south all had pursuers. Their northward escape was indeed the wisest—at least for now.

If they went south, before even mixing into the guest crowd, they would head-on collide with pursuers. Then it would be like a netted fish, left and right dodging futile.

"Hurry up, don't look back." Weng Su's heartstrings were taut. The situation below was bad, the other three escape routes were blocked, they could only escape via the north cliff.

And they must hurry.

Otherwise, once Xue Zongwu joined forces with his army, the Weng brothers would find even escape difficult.

"Watch the sky."

"The sky?" Upon elder brother's reminder, Weng Xing looked up at the night sky.

The sky was pitch black, he stared for a while before noticing a dark blue figure hovering in midair.

It was a bird.

"There's a spy surnamed Xue in the sky, it has been following us."

This made their escape difficulty increase another level.

Originally Xue Zongwu had Yuan power enhancement, so he ran faster than them, the distance between them kept shortening.

If this continued, Weng Su worried he would be caught before reaching the cliff.

Xue Zongwu himself was strong, plus Yuan power support, this match was simply unwinnable.

"Up!" In an instant, the Weng brothers leapt from the pavilion roof onto the roof of the viewing hall. Weng Xing raised his hand and shot an arrow at the avian demon.

The blue bird was unusually agile, flapping its wings to dodge.

Why were these two climbing higher and higher? Xue Zongwu frowned, ordering his subordinates: "Prepare the crossbows and spears, they intend to jump off the cliff to escape!"

He reacted extremely fast, instantly guessing these two might plan to jump off the cliff to flee, so they likely had escape tools.

Jumping off the cliff was a good method, as long as the fugitives didn't die, subsequent pursuit would be very difficult.

He turned again, ordering the deputy general beside him: "You Lin, don't let them run."

Those who could constantly be by his side were naturally battle-hardened, loyal experts.

"Yes." You Lin whistled a short, sharp note, like some bird's call.

The blue avian demon circling above the Weng brothers heard the sound, retracted its wings, and dove straight at them.

Those running on the ground could not outpace those flying in the sky.

Seeing the avian demon about to land first in front of the Weng brothers, You Lin muttered incantations, lowly shouting: "Yi!"

On him and the avian demon, faint blue light appeared simultaneously.

The next second, You Lin vanished in place, replaced by a blue robin.

Thirty zhang away, the Weng brothers were exerting themselves to run wildly, yet saw a flash of light ahead, a living person appearing out of thin air!

This was the shared demon beast talent of You Lin and the blue robin, "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi."

Simply put, it allowed two parties to swap positions within fifty zhang.

For human bodies, this spirit pet's talent divine ability consumed greatly, usable only once every fifteen or sixteen shichen.

The blue robin originally dove toward the roof, after becoming You Lin, he channeled power into his feet, accelerated downward, and crashed with a bang onto the ridge.

Fortunately, the building's wooden structure was sturdy and rational, so it did not collapse.

This divine ability was called "Xing Yin."

The shockwave from the impact pushed in all directions, especially strongest toward the Weng brothers.

They bore the brunt, unable to dodge, only feeling a violent gust carrying numerous tiles slamming into them, pushing them backward.

They were also about to be blown away, just as Weng Xing had previously bombed others.

Fortunately, these two were especially experienced in withstanding explosions, instantly sinking their qi into the dantian, then lunging forward.

The gust rushed past above them, so they were not blown away. However, the shockwave's power they truly endured, chest and abdomen feeling as if punched hard, pain making their vision darken, slow to rise after several beats.

How could he possibly afford to waste time while fleeing for his life?

Yu Lin landed and immediately threw two flying knives, then lunged forward himself.

He and Xue Zongwu walked toward each other, but Xue Zongwu charged even faster, and the Weng brothers were about to be attacked from front and back.

Yu Lin's mission was merely to hold back the Weng brothers.

Just holding them was enough.

At the critical moment, a long horn suddenly sounded from somewhere unknown.

The sound was very much like a hundred ghosts wailing, full of sharp, mournful panic, making people's hearts go numb.

What was most terrifying was that it seemed to explode in the ears of everyone present, shocking everyone into pale faces.

Even Xue Zongwu, upon hearing it, couldn't help but pause his steps.

In the dark mountain forest, a huge boulder suddenly flew out, wind howling, precisely aimed at Yu Lin.

Though it was the first time Yu Lin had seen such a large concealed weapon, he reacted quickly, exerted force from his waist, and forcibly stopped his steps to dodge this sudden attack.

Someone is in the forest!

Could this be an accomplice of those two black-clad men?

Before he could finish that thought, a black shadow suddenly sprang out from behind the boulder, ghost-like and pouncing on him! The distance was short, and the speed was beyond comparison.

This was truly beyond expectation. In Yu Lin's vision, only a ferocious mask rapidly enlarged.

He wanted to swing his blade, but before it was halfway up, his wrist was grabbed by someone.

The suddenly appearing enemy's strength was astonishing; Yu Lin felt as if he were caught in a tiger's vise, utterly unable to move, and then his throat felt a chill and a pain, and he knew nothing more.

The Weng brothers happened to turn back and saw Yu Lin's throat burst open with a spray of blood, gorgeous yet tragic. The long blade protruded from the back of his neck, its blood-stained edge still flickering with a trace of cold light.

So fast, so ruthless, so clean! Seeing this, the Xue clan elites opposite felt their scalps go numb.

Good heavens—if it were me in Yu Lin's place, I couldn't have dodged it either.

Xue Zongwu then stopped his steps: the one who killed Yu Lin in a single move was actually another black-clad masked man!

No, this person wore a dragon-head mask, his armor was very black, as if it absorbed all light.

Black smoke swirled around him—upon close inspection, the black smoke consisted of wailing ghosts, each with different facial patterns, yet all imprisoned beside him, unable to transcend.

He leaned on his long blade with one hand, as if standing in a hall, looking down upon all beings.

Even Xue Zongwu's commanding presence seemed to be eclipsed by him.

Weng Xing was injured, blood and sweat continually flowing into his eyes, blurring his vision. He thought he had misseen, but after rubbing his eyes twice, the black-armored man was still there, looking just as formidable. He also heard his brother murmur: "No way?!"

Could this be, could this possibly be……

Could there really be such a coincidence in the world? Compared to the opponent, our disguises are like village performers putting on a show.

But if it is, why would this person also appear here?

The two brothers understood each other without words, suddenly splitting to circle around the black-armored man from both sides. This newly appeared enemy or ally, they were also desperately fleeing for their lives, with no time to test him.

Splitting up to flee was the safest.

As a result, the black-armored man remained utterly still, letting them rush past him easily, as if he were truly just a suit of armor.

A voice sounded in their ears: "You're too slow."

The two brothers were startled, stopping in unison and looking back.

It was him! The one who had sent voice transmissions earlier, guiding the brothers north, must be this person. Weng Su gave a bitter smile: "We've already done our best."

The two brothers and Xue Zongwu fled and pursued, using all their strength, while this person remained calm and composed.

Just as they stepped forward with their front feet, Xue Zongwu arrived with his rear feet.

The black-armored man on the roof swung his long blade, sending a spray of blood droplets through the air, and Yu Lin's corpse was flung toward Xue Zongwu, crashing with a bang and shattering several roof tiles.

(End of Chapter)