Chapter 155: Night Raid!

A person?!

Someone on the roof?

Qin Shuo's heart jumped.

Although he was soaking in a medicinal bath, refining the Primordial Magnetic Earth Pearl, he had not relaxed his awareness of the outside world.

His Heavenly Wolf Divine Sense was astonishing; even the faintest breath in the entire inn, if he focused, he could hear it clearly.

But at this moment, he could not sense the breathing, heartbeat, and blood of the person on the roof.

It was as if the opponent were a lifeless piece of wood, having condensed their own blood, scent, and breath to the extreme.

"What a powerful breath-concealment method!" Qin Shuo's heart startled.

Such precise control over one's body cannot be achieved without decades of tempering; the opponent is undoubtedly a master who has attained great accomplishment in martial arts.

Suppressing the agitation in his heart, Qin Shuo pretended nothing had happened, slowly putting on his clothes.

Exhale!

However, the instant he grasped the Mysterious Iron Blade on the table, a surging cold wind suddenly burst through the window latch and poured into the room.

"Who are you?"

Qin Shuo spoke indifferently, his gaze toward an old tree outside the window that had long shed its leaves.

On the treetop, a figure completely wrapped in a black robe, wearing a ghost-face mask, swayed with the branches in the wind.

His body seemed weightless, perched on a twig as thin as a chopstick, swaying with the wind, light as a leaf.

Even more terrifying, even seeing him with his own eyes, Qin Shuo still could not sense his heartbeat, blood, or breath.

It was as if he were not a person, but merely a shadow!

If it weren't for the opponent emanating an undeniable Primordial Magnetic Meridian,

he might even have thought it was some sort of ghost, not human.

Indeed, when martial arts cultivation reaches a certain level, one can control one's own breathing, heartbeat, and even blood flow speed.

Yet to be able to conceal one's aura so flawlessly, like a wood or stone carving, is truly rare.

And this means the opponent's cultivation is terrifyingly high.

"Not bad, kid, your alertness is high!"

On the treetop, the figure made no move, yet Qin Shuo's ears already heard a gloomy voice:

"Such excellent foundation and insight; even across the vast Yun Province, you count as a prodigy, rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns."

"It's a pity..."

"You're going to die!"

"Ha! You may not have much guts, but your tone is big." Qin Shuo sneered.

His mind was solemn, as if facing a great enemy, yet he was startled but not panicked, having confidence within.

Although the visitor's martial prowess is indeed high, as long as they have not achieved the rank of Martial Dao Master, he still has a fighting chance.

Even if he cannot win, with Divine Foot he can still escape without trouble.

At the very least, he can hold out until reinforcements from the Demons Suppression Office arrive.

The inn he chose is only two streets away from the Demons Suppression Office.

Once they clash, it will not take a moment to alert the Demons Suppression Office personnel.

"Me, cowardly? Hahaha..."

"I have roamed the jianghu for decades, slaughtered countless; the number of martial arts masters who have died by my sword is incalculable."

"You little brat, dare say I'm cowardly?"

"Interesting, interesting, truly interesting! Hahaha"

The ghost-faced person seemed to have heard some huge joke and burst out laughing.

Yet strangely, only Qin Shuo could hear this voice; everyone else in the inn remained utterly still.

"Voice transmission?"

Qin Shuo felt a sense of alertness.

This ghost-faced person not only has mastered control of their own breath, but also the use of true qi is equally exquisite, making them a formidable foe.

However, he showed no change in expression, coldly saying, "Hiding your head and tail, not daring to show your true face—what's the difference from a rat?"

"Sharp-tongued!"

The ghost-faced person's voice turned cold: "Hand over what you obtained from the Howl Moon Demon King, and I may consider sparing your life."

"Otherwise, even if you possess divine abilities, killing you would be as easy as taking something from a bag."

"Not necessarily!"

Qin Shuo snorted coldly, his vigilance already raised to the extreme, his grip on the blade tightening further.

"You don't believe me?"

Through the ghost mask, Qin Shuo saw a pair of eyes full of mockery.

Swish!

As if only a blink!

Only hearing a sharp eagle cry explode beside his ear, he saw a fierce wind rise, as if a great eagle spread its wings.

In an instant, Qin Shuo felt as if his vital points were being pressed by a sword tip, a great danger looming over his heart, his skin prickling like needles, a frantic alarm.

Then he saw a withered, yellowed hand, like a chicken's claw, hook-like, lightly floating over a distance of several dozen feet, appearing three feet before him.

Swift and agile, yet bearing the sharpness and edge of a hook.

Just like the talons of a falcon diving at extreme speed from hundreds of meters up.

"So fast!"

Qin Shuo's eyes narrowed, Divine Foot instantly activated, he moved his body back three feet, dodging that heart-piercing claw.

Buzz!

At the same time, he raised his long saber, a flash of cold light like the breaking dawn, like lightning in a rainy night,

He slashed upward at the Ghost-Faced Old Man's withered, chicken-claw-like hand.

Huh?

In a slightly surprised voice, Qin Shuo saw the person's arm swing like a cloth strap.

A mighty, surging force rolled out from his sleeve, like a python coiling around a tree, wrapping the blade, then wrapping around his arm and body.

As if to entangle and bind him!

Hmph!

Alarm rose suddenly; Qin Shuo had no hesitation; his whole body contracted and tightened; Whale Swallowing Four Seas and Gongong's Fist activated simultaneously.

He suddenly raised his left arm, five fingers clenched into a fist, his mighty force surged onto his shoulders like stormy waves.

One pull, one thrust!

Straight like a siege hammer smashing a city, heavily striking the Ghost-Faced Old Man's chest.

Bang!

Like a heavy hammer striking a mountain!

The Ghost-Faced Old Man's protective aura shattered like ice, and the python aura that had been wrapping Qin Shuo's body instantly collapsed.

The force surged like a tide, spreading throughout the room.

In an instant, the room's many furnishings, as if hit by a great wind, began to creak and shake.

Such strength...

The Ghost-Faced Old Man's face twitched; he hastily employed the Ghostly Phantom Technique, like a weightless ghost drifting toward the window.

You think you can leave?

Without the serpentine aura's entanglement, the cold light on the Profound Iron Saber reappeared, like electricity slicing the night sky, from earth to heaven, with the force of thunder, slashing toward the Ghost-Faced Old Man's chest.

How dare you, brat!

The Ghost-Faced Old Man was ultimately not a Martial Dao Master; he could not fly through the void, let alone change direction mid-air.

A critical moment!

Only see the Ghost-Faced Old Man extend a thin, withered, yellow arm devoid of any flab, frantically waving before him.

True essence surged like a tide, interacting with the heaven-and-earth qi, forming a looping aura giant python that, like a grindstone, wore down the incoming blade aura.

Zzzz...

Like sanding a blade on a grindstone, the blade's light and the serpentine grindstone fiercely frictioned, sending sparks flying.

Bang!

Finally, the blade's light and the grindstone exploded simultaneously, turning into rolling airflow that lifted the inn's roof tiles.

Papapapapa!

The tiles fell like hail, striking the ground, producing a continuous series of cracking sounds like firecrackers.

Who's there?

What madness is this in the middle of the night?

Their collision eventually drew the attention of the jianghu folk in the inn; immediately someone cursed aloud.

Some of the more skilled martial artists, without hesitation, opened the window and poked half their bodies out to see what was happening.

Then they saw a golden light shoot out from the guest room at the far end of the second floor, like a long rainbow piercing the sky, a golden arrow piercing the sun.

That speed was so fast that nobody could react.

Bang!

Then they saw a black figure, like a sandbag, get knocked flying, blood spraying across the sky.

Such speed...

At the instant the golden light struck, the Ghost-Faced Old Man's pupils contracted, then his mind went blank.

Because the radiant fist, like a great golden sun, had already landed on his body.

This punch's force, heavy as a mountain, vast as a sea, not only scattered his true essence, blood, sinews, bones, skin, and flesh, but also seemed to blow away his thoughts.

At this moment,

This Snake-Eagle Ghost Elder, who had roamed the jianghu for decades and struck fear at the mere mention of his name, felt himself turn into a lump of meat, flattened by that overwhelming force!

Bang!

His tendons and bones cracked, the Snake-Eagle Ghost Elder fell like a broken kite to the ground.

That overwhelming force, like a vast ocean, could not be dissipated, it shattered his major tendons, cartilage, and his five viscera and six bowels.

Flee!

At the brink of life and death, the Snake-Eagle Ghost Elder had only this thought.

But as soon as the thought arose, he suddenly felt pain in his chest, abdomen, and spine.

I...

The Snake-Eagle Ghost Elder lowered his head.

In the dripping of blood, he saw a hand.

That hand pierced through his chest and tightly grasped his spinal great dragon.