Chapter 463: Long Qi Rescues the Situation at Yinxu Hall

Just as they were about to run out of the hall doors, a flying axe came spinning through the air, forcing Adao and the group of guards to retreat.

It was that gaunt Dark Guard.

Looking so frail and sickly, he was actually able to wield two giant axes, and his Body Movement was as swift as the wind; one truly cannot judge a person by their appearance.

However, he was also truly annoying; every time the group was about to escape the great hall, this sickly weakling could always get one step ahead and block the doorway.

With a sickly invalid in front and evil ghosts behind, they were truly trapped with no way forward or back.

The group hurriedly changed course to flee, but before they could even catch their breath, that pile of skulls caught up, holding high their incessantly clinking Nine-Ring Broadsword, looking just like a Yama king coming to claim a life.

Forced by necessity, Adao and the guards were once again driven back into the depths of the great hall, but before they could recover their senses, that gaunt Dark Guard, like a ghost, would always leap out from shadows unknown at such moments, his pair of giant axes hacking toward the group without hesitation.

"Mother! I want to go home!"

A guard who looked quite young began to wail, and Adao couldn't help but roll his eyes: I, your young master, haven't even cried yet! You're a guard, for heaven's sake, wailing like that—what kind of behavior is that?!

Adao was also tired of running, and he knew deep down that continuing like this was no solution.

His master once said: "Fear leads to dread, dread leads to weakness, and weakness inevitably leads to a dead end."

Therefore, when encountering a desperate situation, if there is no path to survival, it is better to fight to the death; who knows, one might just find a way to survive in the face of death.

Having decided this, Adao took a step forward, changed his hand movements, and summoned Hongwu, blocking the group of guards behind him.

This...

What is this little child doing?

Looking at Adao's small frame, the group of guards looked at each other in dismay, not knowing what he intended to do.

"If we keep running like this, when will it ever end?" Adao turned half his face to look at the guards, his expression resolute.

"Death is certain either way, and these two won't let you go regardless, so why not fight to the death and carve out a path to survive?"

As he spoke, the skull-headed Dark Guard had already raised his blade and pressed in; Adao turned back calmly, held Hongwu high, and met him with composure.

Yet, although Hongwu was a Witch Clan magical artifact, it was merely a wooden stick, and no matter how rusty and dull the Dark Guard's broadsword was, it was still a piece of iron; wouldn't hacking a small wooden stick be easy?

Just as Adao wore a look of resignation to death, the broadsword fell without mercy, but Hongwu unexpectedly did not break.

It was not that Hongwu was particularly sturdy, but rather that the blade had been intercepted halfway; the one who intercepted the blade was none other than the guard who had brought Adao to tour the palace city.

And it was not just that one guard; the other guards were either pulling Adao behind them for protection or helping that young guard fend off the Dark Guard.

After all, the Dark Guard's strength was no small matter; it was not something a mere little guard could withstand.

"You... you all..."

Adao was somewhat surprised, only to see the young guard who blocked the blade smile with effort: "We are much older than you, so we count as your elder brothers; how could we fall behind a little brat like you?"

The guard who came to help chimed in: "Men, after all, must have guts; if you don't even have this bit of awareness, are you even fit to be called a man?"

Adao didn't know what to say for a moment; if he said he wasn't moved, these people were strangers, yet they were able to stand in front of him; but if he had to say he was moved, what kind of strange logic was this?

What does this have to do with being a man or not? It's as if all women are cowards.

Thinking of his master, who stood alone in the Demon Realm, entering the game with his own body, cautious in every step and calculating in every way—that is true awareness!

Besides, who was the one running around in a panic just a moment ago?

While he was distracted, the gaunt Dark Guard suddenly leaped out from the shadow at their feet. A sallow face faced Adao directly, opening a bloody maw with fangs flying, his dead-fish eyes staring fixedly at Adao, scaring him so much that he even forgot to breathe for a moment.

The "Jie-jie" cackling sound, paired with such a face that looked both human and ghostly, was truly terrifying.

"Mother! A ghost!" The young guard, who was barely more than a boy, was so scared he started crying and shouting again.

Originally, Adao had been resigned to death and had already summoned his courage, but at this shout from the young guard, his spirit instantly deflated.

This shout was no small matter; it made Adao's hair stand on end, and he began to scream along with him.

"Master! Where are you! Grandma! Help me!"

In an instant, Yinxu Hall was in chaos again; a group of guards with tear-streaked faces hurriedly began to run again, dragging Adao and the wailing guard along, sprinting wildly through the great hall.

Yet, Lingxiang and the Demon Lord in the secret chamber were completely unaware of all this.

This secret chamber not only had thick stone walls but also a Strange Array cast by the Demon Lord; the commotion outside could not affect the inside at all.

It was just that a sense of panic inexplicably welled up in Lingxiang's heart, and she couldn't help but glance at the stone door—she wondered if everything outside was still going smoothly.

Whether it was going smoothly or not was one thing, but the great hall, which should have been tidy, had been turned into a mess by the group of people.

!

As this group of guards fled, they either knocked over the medicine table or tipped over the candles; as the fire spread, the entire great hall was plunged into a sea of flames.

However, those two Dark Guards did not seem in a hurry to kill them; instead, they chased them all over the hall like wildcats hunting prey—with the prey in hand, they always had to toy with it before taking its life.

Others might have their courage peak at the first drum, wane at the second, and exhaust at the third; but Adao was, after all, a child, and once this breath was gone, he could no longer summon it back; he threw the Medicine Pouch that Lingxiang had given him behind him, completely losing his composure, crying out "Woo-woo, ya-ya," not knowing what he was babbling about.

Regardless of what kind of medicinal powder it was, and regardless of whether he could hit anything, he threw everything behind him in a chaotic, disorganized flurry.

As soon as the Medicine Pouch hit the wall or the floor, it exploded instantly, with medicinal powder and dust rising everywhere, adding even more to the chaos.

In the rising medicinal dust, the gaunt Dark Guard couldn't open his eyes for a moment, but unexpectedly, he ran head-on into the Medicine Pouch Adao had thrown; he immediately felt an incessant numbing itch on his face, along with a burning pain as if scorched by fire.

He was already gaunt and withered, and after this bag of medicinal powder, he was coughing and sneezing, looking even more sickly.

Moreover, his face, which had little flesh to begin with, began to sag continuously like rotting mud under the effect of the medicinal powder, and his blood-red eye flesh added a touch of eeriness.

"Stinking brat, how dare you hurt me!"

The gaunt Dark Guard clutched his face, his voice shrieking sharply, sounding just like the cry of a plague-stricken chicken. And he was truly enraged; he no longer chased the few of them, but in the blink of an eye, he dived into the shadows.

Adao blinked his little eyes: Could Master's Medicine Pouch be this powerful? It took down a Dark Guard in one go?

Just then, the running group came to a stop.

Adao bumped face-first into a guard's back; he looked up in confusion, just in time to see a patch of axe blades coming toward him.

The axe blades were as swift as a gale, tearing through the silence; Adao even felt his soul leaving his body and closed his eyes in resignation.

He only heard a loud "Clang," and then a familiar voice reached his ears.

"Little brat, I've come to save you."

It was Long Qi!