Chapter 220: Alluring Shadow First Appears

Fang Family rats, colluding with the Shadow's demonic cultivator—today is your day of death! Su Meiyao's voice was icy, carrying undeniable killing resolve, "Zhang Jun, you owe me a favor."

What the hell?

When the hell did I ever owe you a favor?

Zhang Jun was full of question marks, but now wasn't the time to dwell on that.

This chick's got something!

Just then, an even fiercer shout of killing came from outside the factory.

Boom!

With a huge bang, the factory's rickety iron door, about to fall, was kicked flying from outside.

"Jun bro, we're here!" Tieshan's signature loud voice boomed like thunder.

Immediately after, Lin Xue's petite figure darted in like a butterfly among flowers, the first to rush inside.

She clutched a handful of multicolored powder, not looking at anyone, and flung it straight into the densest crowd.

Ah—my eyes!

Cough cough cough! What the hell is this stuff

The black-clad men instantly fell into chaos; many inhaled the powder and on the spot vomited white foam, limbs twitching.

Lin Xue, this girl, her moves are truly vicious!

Zhang Jun's mouth twitched.

Murong Wanqing, that little chili pepper, followed close behind, wielding two specially made hand crossbows, their bolts flashing with a blue light—obviously laced with deadly poison.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Every arrow found its mark, aiming at the lower parts of any black-clad men who hadn't been hit yet.

"You son of a bitch, dare lay a hand on this lady!" Murong Wanqing cursed while firing, her feisty spirit making Zhang Jun feel a bit dizzy.

Weird, the factory's signal seems jammed—could it be that Su Meiyao's girl is behind this, preventing the enemy from calling for help?

This woman's mind is far too deep.

Did I underestimate her before?

Lin Xue's poison, Murong Wanqing's hidden weapons, plus Su Meiyao's elusive extraordinary skill.

Three women putting on a show—this is basically a battlefield meat grinder!

Although they had no communication, not even a glance exchanged, that indirect "cooperation" produced an effect far greater than 1+1+1 > 3.

Their combat power is off the charts!

Zhang Jun watched the splendid-looking "slaughter" before him, and for a moment felt he couldn't get a word in edgewise.

The world has changed—women can now hold up half the sky!

Speaking of Liu Qingxue, how did she ever think to partner with a place like Walmart for business? She really has a head for commerce.

Fang Zhenyue saw the situation deteriorate rapidly; his men dropped like wheat being cut, his already sinister face now black enough to drip ink.

"Trash! A bunch of trash!" he roared in fury.

A flicker of mad cruelty flashed in his eyes as he fiercely pulled a black remote from his pocket and slammed the button.

"Since you're all here, let's die together! Bury me with you!"

Boom—rumble—!

The violent explosion nearly lifted the factory roof off!

The explosives pre-planted in every corner of the factory detonated simultaneously!

Flames shot skyward, shockwaves rolled, and shrapnel flew!

At the same time, a strong, pungent purple poisonous smoke with a strange sweet scent burst from the cracks in the blown ground and quickly spread.

Those black-clad men who inhaled the smoke instantly had their eyes turn red, throats emitting beast-like howls, their attacks becoming more frenzied and disordered, as if they'd lost reason.

"Uh-oh! It's 'Mad Beast Powder'!" Lin Xue's face changed.

"Hold your breath!" Murong Wanqing also shouted urgently.

Zhang Jun reacted instantly; at the moment of explosion, he lunged like a starving tiger, pinning the dazed Liu Qingxue beneath him and bearing the brunt of the blast's shockwave and flying debris with his own back.

Pfft—!

A mouthful of blood spilled uncontrollably from the corner of Zhang Jun's mouth.

His back burned with pain, as if seared by a red-hot branding iron.

That purple poisonous smoke seeped in everywhere, slipping through his mouth and nose.

Zhang Jun grunted, forcing his cultivation of the Pure Yang Supreme Skill, streams of pure yang true qi surging through his body to counteract the violent toxin invading him.

Damn it, these Fang Family scumbags really don't treat him as a human!

Just then, Su Meiyao's icy figure stood unmoved amidst the chaos.

She drew from her waist a flawless, translucent green jade flute, holding it sideways to her lips.

Woo—!

A lingering, strange flute note suddenly sounded.

The flute's tone began low, like a sob or lament, then rose, yet carried an indescribable power to soothe the heart.

A strange scene unfolded!

Those originally violently raging purple poisonous smokes, upon contacting the flute's sound, seemed to meet their nemesis—their rolling slowed and their color faded.

And those black-clad men who had inhaled the Mad Beast Powder, upon hearing the flute, saw their red eyes fade somewhat, their frenzied expressions giving way to confusion and pain.

Even the Shadow organization's members, hearing the flute, showed signs of discomfort and their movements grew sluggish.

This flute… could it be a magic treasure?

Zhang Jun's heart surged with fresh waves of shock.

Having Su Meiyao's assistance, which could be called a BUG, plus Lin Xue and Murong Wanjing's peripheral mop‑up.

The battle situation showed a one‑sided trend.

Those remnants of the Fang Family and the black‑clothed members of the Shadow Organization, under a three‑fold attack, were routed and could not form an army.

Fang Zhenyue saw that the tide had turned, a flash of despair crossed his eyes, and he turned to flee.

"Want to run? Ask me first!" Zhang Jun roared, suppressing his injuries, leapt up from the ground and chased after him like an arrow released from a bow, striking Fang Zhenyue's back with a "Overbearing Dragon Regret" imbued with thunderous fury.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible.

Fang Zhenyue flew out like a kite with its string cut, crashed heavily to the ground, spat blood, and looked as if he could not survive.

A thrilling encirclement and counter‑encirclement finally came to an end.

Liu Qingxue, successfully rescued!

Su Meiyao put away her jade flute, didn't even glance at Zhang Jun, walked straight up to Liu Qingxue, and with a flick of her bare hand undid the ropes binding her.

Liu Qingxue, still shaken, looked at the girl who had saved her—so beautiful it was beyond words, yet as cold as ice—and for a moment didn't know what to say.

"I saved her to repay your earlier attempt to rescue my master's ancestor in the dungeon." Su Meiyao said to Zhang Jun in her usual cool tone, "Senior Murong once saved a gravely injured elder of my Hundred Flowers Valley."

As expected, it's related to Old Master Murong!

Zhang Jun understood.

"But I will personally collect the debts of the Hundred Flowers Valley and the grudges of the Shadow Organization. Don't follow me." After saying this, Su Meiyao turned to leave, her sleeves fluttering, not taking a single cloud with her—more decisive than the nearly new used Wuling Hongguang I had eyed at the used‑car market.

"Wait!" Zhang Jun hurriedly asked, "How is your master… is she alright? And what exactly does 'Blood Sacrifice' mean?"

He always felt that Su Meiyao knew many secrets he did not!