Chapter 802: I, Luosha

Heimu watched the scene, and the corner of her mouth twitched up slightly.

She really had a headache.

Her permissions were blocked, she couldn't view the map, Xi Lian had been bound by Mei Bi Wu Si, and in front of her stood a Fen Mao girl she didn't recognize at all.

But the fighting spirit rose, feeling as if something was slowly burning inside her chest.

"Come on," she said, "quick battle, quick finish."

The moment the words fell, Heimu's figure had already vanished from the spot.

Dark‑purple light in the corridor stretched a straight afterimage.

Before the afterimage faded, the tip of the Magic Staff had already struck the front of the Fen Mao girl's face.

The Fen Mao girl's Foot-long dagger angled upward, its back colliding with the staff tip, the point of impact located on the side nearer the Fen Mao girl between them.

The explosive impact pushed her whole body back several steps; her high‑heeled short boots left two parallel dents in the carpet, the edges of the carpet fibers, heated by friction, curled slightly, looking in the light like tiny clumps of gray cotton.

But as she retreated she had already prepared a Counterattack; the Foot-long dagger drew an extremely fast horizontal slash in front of her, the blade light arcing outward, covering the area from Heimu's waist to her knees, striking directly at Heimu's waist side.

Heimu tiptoed on the ground, flipped into the air, her skirt unfurling in the spin, the edge emitting a soft "whoosh" sound.

The blade light swept under her feet, less than two finger‑widths from the soles; she could feel the airflow lifted by the blade cooling the soles slightly.

In midair she twisted her body, pointed the Magic Staff downward, and the dark‑purple gem at its tip emitted a violet beam.

The beam was about thumb‑wide in diameter, its color pure.

The Fen Mao girl turned her head sideways to dodge; the beam brushed her ear and shot into the darkness behind her, detonating far away into a small puff of violet mist, like a flower blooming in slow motion.

The two landed almost perfectly in sync.

Heimu's toe just touched the carpet, her heel not yet down, when the Fen Mao girl surged forward again.

Her speed in this charge clearly stepped up a level, her step rate more than double the previous, and the Foot-long dagger continuously emitted three blade lights in front of her, forming overlapping wave‑like attacks in the air.

The first was a diagonal slash, the second a horizontal cut, the third a thrust; each was faster than the last, the blade light widening from two‑finger width on the first to half a palm on the third.

Heimu did not meet it head‑on.

She dodged left from the first, the Magic Staff blocked the aftershock of the second, and at the moment the staff met the blade light she felt a slight resistance, like a wooden stick parting a thin veil.

When the third arrived she dropped straight down, moving extremely fast; her knees hadn't touched the carpet before she locked the pose, and the blade light swept over the top of her hat, shaving off a small piece of the pointed tip.

That tiny piece of hat tip, about two fingers long, spun a few times in the air, landed among broken planks and carpet fragments, and made a "tap" sound.

Heimu watched that hat fragment, and her mouth twitched again.

She thrust the Magic Staff into the ground with a reverse hand.

The moment the staff tip touched the ground, a ring of dark‑purple light waves spread outward from its base in all directions; the path wasn't a perfect circle but bore irregular ripples, as if disturbed by something.

The light waves pushed along the floor, and wherever they passed the carpet fibers were pressed flat in one direction, staying down without rebounding, as if stuck.

The Fen Mao girl leapt backward, evading the direct impact zone of the light waves.

But as soon as her right foot touched the ground, Heimu was already on her right side.

At some point the Magic Staff had been drawn up; its shaft swept horizontally and solidly struck the blade of the Fen Mao girl's Foot-long dagger.

The force of this strike was clearly several magnitudes greater than before; the moment the staff hit the blade a crisp "clang" rang out, like two pieces of metal colliding.

The Fen Mao girl was jolted leftward, her high‑heeled short boots sliding at least a meter across the carpet before stopping; her body rotated half a turn in the air, during which the dagger slipped from her hand for half a second, but she caught the hilt with thumb and forefinger in time and pulled it back.

Her landing stance was still fairly steady.

Her left foot touched first, the right followed; her right knee was slightly bent, the Foot-long dagger angled forward in front of her, the blade forming about a forty‑five degree angle with the ground.

But the green circuit‑board pattern on her face flickered after that strike, its flash frequency at least double the previous, and after the flash the pattern's brightness did not fully return to its original level, staying slightly brighter than before.

Perspective shift.

Dan Heng pulled the Cloud‑Strike from the chest of the last Shadow‑Body.

When the spear tip left the armor, it shed a trail of dark‑gold fragments; the twisted body twitched twice, joints still oozing residual Abundance energy as luminous fluid, then it fell straight backward, crashing onto the dock's stone slab with a dull thud.

He single‑handedly retracted the spear; the spear tail gave a light pause on the stone slab, his ink‑green pupils scanning the scattered Shadow‑Body fragments on the ground—seven in total.

He double‑checked; all seven were motionless, the Abundance aura rapidly dissipating from them.

Dan Heng withdrew his gaze and turned toward the person surrounded in the middle.

It was a blond man.

His flax‑gold long hair fell in distinct layers to his waist, with feather‑like bangs framing his forehead, a few strands naturally resting against both cheeks.

His features were exquisitely refined, his complexion pale and delicate like fine porcelain glaze.

Most striking were his olive‑green eyes, pupils clear and bright, casting a gentle sheen in the dock's dim light.

He wore a black high‑collar bodysuit as a base, a dark fitted vest over it, and a long white overcoat as the outermost layer. In his right hand he held a silver slender sword, its blade thin and elongated, its design overly elegant, more like a work of art.

A massive coffin was slung on his back.

The splendid coffin, white and green interlaced, was adorned with golden spikes and carved iris motifs; its size was astonishing, yet the man carried it standing there, posture still upright, steps still unhurried, as if the heavy coffin were merely a brooch on his coat.

Dan Heng's gaze lingered on the coffin for a second.

He had never seen this person before.

Blond hair, green eyes, walking with a coffin on his back—these features were very conspicuous.

The other party spoke first.

The blond man sheathed the silver slender sword at his waist, placed his right hand on his left chest and slightly inclined his body, the movement flowing as if rehearsed countless times.

He lifted his head, his olive‑green eyes meeting Dan Heng's gaze, his mouth curving a perfectly measured smile—gentle and courteous, yet something inscrutable lingered in his eyes.

"Thank you for lending a hand,"

His voice was low and gentle, each syllable clear, bearing an elegant accent not native to Luofu, "I am Luosha, a sky‑farer merchant, having just arrived at Luofu. I didn't expect the Shadow‑Bodies in the dock district to have spread to this extent; it caught me a bit off guard."

Dan Heng nodded, his expression unchanged.

"Dan Heng."