Chapter 187: Shadow Siege

A strong airflow, centered on Jiangnan and the other, expands outward, raising swirls of dust.

The ground beneath their feet cracks inch by inch, spreading outward like a spiderweb.

The Black-robed Man's body flickers, stepping back a few paces, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes.

"You are strong, but still not enough to see." The Black-robed Man's voice is hoarse, tinged with gravity.

Jiangnan's gaze is cold and sharp; he does not answer, feeling the opponent's strength is not weak.

"Heh heh heh, come again!" the Black-robed Man cackles, his form flickers and vanishes again.

Jiangnan's eyes narrow; he spins sharply and hurls a fist backward.

"Bang!" another muffled thud, the Black-robed Man's silhouette appears again.

Their fists and palms clash, Strong Wind erupts in all directions, the surrounding goods are shaken into disarray.

Inside the warehouse, chaos reigns; the two figures move like lightning, constantly intersecting.

Each collision emits a deafening roar, chilling the heart.

Ye Qingcheng stands aside, her eyes full of worry; she wants to help but is powerless.

At this level of combat, she cannot intervene at all, only watches anxiously.

"Is this the power of a Shadow Messenger? Truly terrifying." Ye Qingcheng murmurs to herself.

Zhao Wuji stands nearby, a smug smile on his face, his eyes brimming with mockery.

"Jiangnan, today is your death day." Zhao Wuji sneers, as if victory is assured.

"Nothing more." Jiangnan scoffs, his tone dripping with contempt.

He thrusts a fist forward, a faint golden light coating the knuckle.

The Black-robed Man's complexion changes; he senses this punch's power is far from trivial.

He dares not meet it head‑on, his form flickers as he tries to dodge.

But it is already too late; Jiangnan's fist reaches his chest.

"Bang!" a massive crash, the Black-robed Man's chest instantly caves in.

A mouthful of black blood spurts from his mouth, his body like a kite with a broken string, flinging backward.

"Thump!" The Black-robed Man crashes heavily to the ground, struggles a few times, then falls silent.

"This…" Ye Qingcheng widens her eyes, face full of shock— is it over already?

Zhao Wuji's smile freezes instantly, disbelief flooding his gaze.

"You… how could you be this strong?" Zhao Wuji's voice trembles, edged with fear.

"Is this all?" Jiangnan looks at Zhao Wuji, disappointment evident in his eyes.

"Today you will die." Jiangnan's tone is icy, murderous intent clear.

"Heh heh, just a Shadow Messenger, there are plenty!" Zhao Wuji suddenly laughs.

He waves his hand, and countless Black Shadows emerge around the warehouse.

These Black Shadows wear black long robes and pale masks on their faces.

Their eyes flash with a ghostly green light, like a horde of infernal demons.

"This… so many Shadow Messengers?" Ye Qingcheng's complexion turns pale, voice trembling.

She senses each of these Shadow Messengers is no weaker than the one just faced.

Hundreds of Shadow Messengers appear simultaneously, the scene shocking, driving despair.

"Jiangnan, today you cannot escape even with wings!" Zhao Wuji boasts, his eyes feral.

"Is that so?" Jiangnan's mouth twitches slightly, a cold smile appearing.

He scans the surroundings, no trace of fear in his gaze, only a hint of excitement.

"Kill!" Zhao Wuji orders, hundreds of Shadow Messengers surge toward Jiangnan.

They move at blinding speed, like a black whirlwind, encircling Jiangnan.

"Be careful!"

Ye Qingcheng cries out, trying to help, but several Shadow Messengers entangle her.

"Get out of the way!" Ye Qingcheng shrieks, slapping a palm forward.

The palm wind is fierce, bearing a strong airflow that repels one Shadow Messenger.

"You are actually a cultivator?"

A flash of surprise crosses Jiangnan's eyes, but now is not the time for words; he instantly channels internal true Qi and begins to fight.

"So many Shadow Messengers, this is troublesome." Ye Qingcheng's face turns deathly white, voice trembling.

She is tangled by several Shadow Messengers, unable to break free for a moment, anxiety flooding her heart.

"No need to worry." Jiangnan scoffs, his tone full of disdain.

He inhales deeply, his internal true Qi raging, a massive aura bursting from his body.

The surrounding air seems to solidify, oppressive enough to choke the breath.

"Kill!" Zhao Wuji orders again, hundreds of Shadow Messengers rush toward Jiangnan.

They move at blinding speed, like a black whirlwind, instantly engulfing Jiangnan.

"Hmph, overconfident!" a Shadow Messenger snorts coldly, its form flickers and appears behind Ye Qingcheng.

It slaps a palm toward Ye Qingcheng's back, the palm wind cold and rotting.

Ye Qingcheng's complexion changes; she feels this palm's power is far from trivial.

She tries to dodge, but it's already too late, despair surging within.

At that moment, a flash of golden light streaks, instantly blasting that Shadow Messenger away.

"Bang!" the Shadow Messenger crashes heavily to the ground, struggles a few times, then falls silent.

"Are you okay?" Jiangnan's figure appeared beside Ye Qingcheng, asking with concern.

"I'm fine, you be careful, these people aren't simple." Ye Qingcheng shook her head, her eyes full of worry.

"Don't worry, they're just a bunch of country chickens and mongrel dogs." Jiangnan's tone was calm, as if everything were under control.

He turned, looked at the surrounding Shadow Messengers, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Let's go together, don't waste time." Jiangnan said, a hint of provocation in his voice.

"Arrogant!" a Shadow Messenger shouted angrily, its form flickered and vanished instantly.

The next moment, it appeared behind Jiangnan, a palm slashing toward the back of Jiangnan's heart.

Jiangnan's eyes hardened, he spun sharply, a fist blasting out.

"Bang!" a muffled sound, Jiangnan's fist and the Shadow Messenger's palm collided.

A strong airflow, centered on the two of them, spread outward, stirring up swirls of dust.

The ground beneath their feet cracked inch by inch, spreading outward like a spider web.

The Shadow Messenger's body twitched, stepped back a few paces, a flash of surprise in its eyes.

"Again!" Jiangnan shouted, his form flickering as he charged the Shadow Messenger.

He moved at lightning speed, appearing instantly before the Shadow Messenger.

He threw a punch, a faint golden light enveloping his fist.

The Shadow Messenger's complexion changed; it could feel the punch's power was no ordinary matter.

It dared not meet it head‑on, its form flickered, trying to dodge.

But it was too late; Jiangnan's fist had already reached its chest.

"Bang!" a huge sound, the Shadow Messenger's chest instantly caved in.

A mouthful of black blood spewed from its mouth, its body like a kite with a broken string, flung backward.

"Thump!" the Shadow Messenger crashed heavily onto the ground, struggled a few times, then fell silent.

"This…" Ye Qingcheng widened her eyes, her face full of shock.

Zhao Wuji's smile froze instantly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You... how could you be this strong?" Zhao Wuji's voice trembled, with a hint of fear.

"Just so." Jiangnan sneered, his eyes full of contempt.

He surveyed the surroundings, no trace of fear in his eyes, only a spark of excitement.

"Kill!" Zhao Wuji ordered again, hundreds of Shadow Messengers surged toward Jiangnan.

"Good, come!" Jiangnan shouted loudly, not retreating but advancing, charging into the crowd.

He moved like lightning, weaving through the crowd; each strike took a life.

Although the Shadow Messengers were numerous, before Jiangnan they were no match.

They were like scarecrows, easily cut down by Jiangnan, with no chance to fight back.

In the warehouse, cries of agony rose and fell, the scent of blood spreading.

Ye Qingcheng stood aside, her eyes full of awe; she had never seen such power.

"Is he... still human?" Ye Qingcheng muttered, her voice trembling.

Zhao Wuji's face turned ashen, his eyes full of terror; he hadn't expected Jiangnan's strength to be so terrifying.

"Retreat! Quickly retreat!" Zhao Wuji shouted in terror, turning to run.

"Think you can run? Not that easy!" Jiangnan sneered, his form flickering, appearing instantly before Zhao Wuji.

He threw a punch, a faint golden light coating his fist.

Zhao Wuji's complexion changed drastically; he could feel the punch's power was no ordinary matter.

He tried to dodge, but it was too late; despair surged in his heart.