Chapter 93: Fortunately, I Am the Same!

Inside the Golden Tower, the noise never ceased, yet outside the building, silence reigned.

Zhang Chu, the incense burner of the Mingshen Sect, with a sword hanging at his waist, silently leaped onto the flying eaves along the rear wall and moved soundlessly along the wall.

Although in Zhang Chu's view, He Shen had been scared out of his wits and thus feared Xie Jinhuan like a tiger, Xie Jinhuan's past deeds were vividly clear, obviously marking him as a ruthless character of formidable strength.

For this reason, even though his assassination attempt would catch no one by surprise, Zhang Chu still maintained his utmost vigilance.

He first observed the interior of the Golden Tower, discovered that Xie Jinhuan was not there, and then proceeded to search each guest room on the second floor where VIPs rested.

But what Zhang Chu did not expect was that Xie Jinhuan's vigilance was extremely strong.

When passing a certain window, he heard no sound at all, yet after passing it, a barely perceptible sound came from inside the window:

Hoo~

The blade edge lifted slightly, producing a faint sound of slicing through the air.

Although the sound was extremely subtle, they were separated only by a wall, making it very clear.

!!

Zhang Chu's heart shook violently; he flashed past the window, and his figure immediately froze!

At that same moment, inside the room.

Han Jingchuan and others concealed themselves using the Turtle Breathing Technique, leaning against the wall and waiting quietly.

About half a ke later, they detected no movement outside, yet they saw a black shadow flash past the window like a ghost.

??

A Hundred Household officer beside Lu Qian, caught off guard, his pupils constricted, and the sword in his hand lifted slightly.

Han Jingchuan, his back against the wall, had his heart in his throat; while deducing the identity of the person outside the window, a chilling sensation arose in his heart!

And almost in the next instant, the wooden wall was pierced by cold light!

Chak—

A three-foot sharp blade pierced precisely through the back of the neck of the exposed Hundred Household officer, so that he made no reaction at all, and his entire body hung on the wall!

Two Hundred Household officers beside him, seeing this, felt a chill run down their spines and simultaneously thrust their swords at the wall.

Chak chak—

And Han Jingchuan, seeing that the opponent had discovered the ambush, immediately unleashed his full power; the steel sword in his hand drew a silver arc before him, instantly tearing through the entire wall, with terrifying blade wind pouring outward!

Boom—

Outside the window, Zhang Chu, cloaked in a hood, clearly did not expect that coming to find an opportunity to eliminate Xie Jinhuan, he would find four burly men ambushing inside the room, who had also concealed all their auras!

This youth is truly cunning!

Facing an unrestrained, explosive strike, Zhang Chu, despite having some expectation, found it quite difficult to block; he raised his sword to parry the life-taking blow, yet his waist and abdomen were pierced by two sharp blades!

Clang—

Puff puff—

Both blades entered the abdomen, like nails driven into ironwood; penetrating two inches into the flesh, they were jammed by the taut muscles!

Han Jingchuan, with a full-power strike, drove back the opponent outside the window, drawing a line of blood!

Seeing the opponent severely wounded, Han Jingchuan seized the opportunity to leap forward violently, attempting to kill the enemy in one blow.

And Zhang Chu, discovering three burly men jumping out of the room, none of whom resembled Xie Jinhuan, immediately understood he had fallen into the "Inviting the Guest into the Urn" trap, and without hesitation fled outward.

But what Zhang Chu never expected was that Xie Jinhuan's calculation was far deeper than he had imagined!

Just as he used momentum to fly backward, stepped on the roof ridge, and leaped up again, a sudden thunderous roar erupted from the building complex diagonally below:

"I curse your mother!"

Boom—

In the next instant, the tiled roof of a house exploded!

Debris scattered across the sky, carried by qi force, rushed forward like a violent storm and tidal wave; hidden within was an octagonal hammer, its momentum like an invincible spinning heavy cannon, arriving before his eyes in the blink of an eye!

"Sss—!!"

Zhang Chu never expected that Xie Jinhuan had also ambushed a master with even more terrifying explosive power behind him; the moment he saw the whistling heavy hammer, he felt his life was over!

Fortunately, however, the martial artist who set this ambush seemed to have slightly poor aim!

Noticing the heavy hammer's path was somewhat off, Zhang Chu forcibly restrained himself from blocking and instead exploded with vibration throughout his body!

Bang—

Thick black mist spread from his body, instantly obscuring a large area of airspace!

Zhang Chu then forcibly turned sideways, passing almost brushing against the spinning heavy hammer!

And in the next instant, behind him came:

Bang—

The dull sound of bones cracking and the chest collapsing!

Han Jingchuan, sword in hand, pursued the figure ahead at full speed; seeing someone intercept, he thought it was some unknown righteous hero!

But before he could rejoice, he discovered that the black-clothed swordsman ten feet away was surging with ghostly mist, causing him to crash headlong into it, instantly becoming dizzy and losing all vision.

And the spinning heavy hammer, moving like a terrifying meteor, gave no room for reaction, striking the heart gate accurately!

Han Jingchuan, as a Battalion Commander officer of the Red Scale Guard, dared to come kill Xie Jinhuan; his martial arts were not low.

But with such a reaction distance, vision still interfered by the ghost mist, and struck squarely in the solar plexus by a life-and-death blow from a Rank 3 martial artist, how could he block it?

Han Jingchuan hadn't even reacted to what had struck him; his front and back robes had already completely exploded, revealing black soft armor.

The soft armor possessed formidable protective power, but Han Jingchuan had not calculated Xie Jinhuan's defense when he came; Xie Jinhuan, however, had calculated the defense of the Red Scale Guard's Battalion Commander officer.

The soft armor could not withstand this level of blunt impact; under the indescribable impact of the iron hammer, Han Jingchuan's chest was instantly smashed into a bloody pit, his spine snapped, and his entire back arched upward.

Bang!

Amidst the dull explosion, a jet of blood instantly sprayed from Han Jingchuan's mouth and nose; his figure, like a cannonball fired from a barrel, crashed out of the black mist, trailing a black streak, shattered the Golden Tower wall behind him, and smashed into the main hall!

Boom—

Splash...

Meanwhile, Lu Qian and the others accompanying him, looking from behind, thought Lord Han had been accidentally injured; seeing this, their eyes nearly burst from their sockets, and they blurted out:

"Are you blind?!"

Xie Jinhuan was clearly not blind; his target was precise. He knew exactly who the four assassins inside the room were, and this strike was aimed squarely at Han Jingchuan's chest.

After the strike, Xie Jinhuan saw heavy ghostly mist explode in mid-air and instantly realized this other assassin was a demon bandit of the Mingshen Sect!

The Mingshen Sect's unique escape technique was too fast; he was unarmed and might not gain the upper hand. Immediately, using "sound to locate," he charged directly at the black-clad, masked Lu Qian, letting out a thunderous roar in mid-air:

"Demon bandit, die!"

Lu Qian's eyes changed abruptly; he still wanted to reveal his identity and concoct an excuse to save his life first!

But offering Xie Jinhuan a knife voluntarily, Xie Jinhuan's strike was too ruthless. Unarmed yet moving like a mad thunderbolt, his right hand in mid-air swept horizontally like a dragon's claw, striking Lu Qian's head before he could open his mouth.

Thud—

Lu Qian had barely raised his blade when his cervical spine was swept clean off; under the impact of the brutal, massive force, his head flew straight off his shoulders, shooting sideways to smash into the sole remaining Red Scale Guard!

And as commotion arose outside the building, the skilled revelers inside the Golden Tower had already rushed out of the rooms.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Wei Lu and Zhang Huaiyu were both reveling in the tower, waiting for Xie Jinhuan to rest and come downstairs to socialize.

At this moment, the two almost simultaneously flew out the window; upon seeing a demon bandit wrapped in heavy ghostly mist fleeing, while Xie Jinhuan fought three opponents unarmed, their faces instantly changed drastically!

"Brother Xie, catch the blade!"

Wei Lu drew his single-edged sword and threw it to Xie Jinhuan; his form turned into a mad thunderbolt as he pursued the fleeing demon bandit!

Zhang Huaiyu flew forward at high speed, attempting to relieve Xie Jinhuan's predicament.

But this was clearly overthinking it!

Seizing the opportunity, Xie Jinhuan struck Lu Qian dead with a palm; the severed head directly knocked the sole remaining Red Scale Guard off balance.

As the single-edged sword flew toward him, Xie Jinhuan simultaneously stomped both feet to unleash explosive power, caught the hilt mid-flight, and leaped into the air with a "Forceful Split of Mount Hua" strike!

Whoosh—

Terrifying blade wind tore through the air; before the sole remaining Red Scale Guard could regain his stance, his limbs scattered left and right, exploding directly, leaving a fan-shaped mist of blood behind him.

Xie Jinhuan did not pause for a single instant; he charged straight through the corpse, pursuing the Mingshen Sect demon bandit!

But Zhang Chu, crashing headlong into the "encirclement," was already terrified out of his wits; he had no intention of fighting whatsoever. From start to finish, he ran wildly toward uninhabited areas, vanishing into the dim night sky in an instant!

Even Wei Lu, unarmed, could not catch up; losing sight of the target, he could only land on the rooftop, his brows knitted tightly:

"This shadow-heavy, ghostly technique... seems to be the Mingshen Sect's 'Mysterious Nether Crow Transformation'. Brother Xie, what is going on?"

Xie Jinhuan landed before him, casually spun a flourish with the blade to shake off the blood, and smoothly sheathed the sword into Wei Lu's waist scabbard:

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Click!

"I'm not sure; I suppose I solved the case too quickly last night, frightening this group of demon bandits into preparing to eliminate me."

The fluid sheathing motion, paired with a calm and indifferent demeanor, created an aura truly quite powerful; even Wei Lu could not help but glance sideways, muttering quietly to himself:

Damn, that move was truly handsome...

I want to learn it too...

Because Xie Jinhuan's chivalrous spirit was so full, Wei Lu instinctively straightened his chest and shoulders, adopting the posture of his grandfather Wei Wu Yi; even his voice grew several degrees deeper as he roared in fury:

"Brother Xie only arrived last night, and today people snuck in to assassinate you; this group of demon bandits is truly heartless and insane! Is Brother Xie unharmed?"

"No harm."

Xie Jinhuan also felt this group was somewhat heartless and insane, yet doubt lingered in his heart.

The four assassins hidden in the room were definitely the missing Han Jingchuan and others.

But he truly did not expect that people from the Mingshen Sect would also intervene, preparing to eliminate him, this grave threat.

Are the gangs in Jingcheng all this decisive in killing and slaughter?

Fortunately, I am the same!

(End of this chapter)