Ze Tian Ji

His angry roar resounded through the stormy street. Zhu Luo sent an attack slashing towards Wang Po, his sword intent massively increased. The dark clouds abruptly broke open and the moonlight instantly grew countless times brighter. Simultaneously, the sword glows on Wang Po’s body also increased their number by many times.

Wang Po’s blood poured down like the rain from his body, but his blade was still unwavering in the storm.

Zhu Luo’s attack had slashed at Wang Po, but it had landed even farther away. At the moment he attacked, he had used his Moon in Water movement technique to appear as a phantasm at the other end of the street, and struck out at Liu Qing. Although it was a phantasm, it still contained a strength almost the same as his original body. Even if his opponent was the number three assassin in the world, how could he possibly block the might of this attack?

Liu Qing’s ghostly and elusive figure was completely engulfed within the sword glow. There was a screech as countless harsh whistles rang out. In an instant, his body was covered in several dozen bloody holes.

If this were any other opponent, even an expert at the same level of cultivation as Liu Qing, under this sword of Zhu Luo’s brimming with rage, they would only be able to die on the spot. There would be no surprises.

But Liu Qing was no ordinary cultivator. He was an assassin.

He was most skilled at killing others, so he was naturally an expert in not getting killed by others.

The seemingly rather ordinary and even rather impoverished set of clothes he wore on his body was actually woven from ghost silk and could block ordinary blades and swords. Of course, in this level of battle, this did not have much of an effect. More importantly, the undershirt he wore beneath his clothes was a suit of flexible armor constructed by the Wenshui Tangs. His ordinary and unremarkable face was actually a mask. Different from the white paper that Xiao Zhang wore over his face, this mask came from the Pavilion of Divination and had the defensive power of a suit of armor. Of course, this also really didn’t mean much, but…if all it was added together, it had some sort of effect.

Its effect was that Zhu Luo’s enraged strike could not kill him on the spot. It meant that he could still stand in the pouring rain and continue his attack.

Those harsh whistles transformed into the crisp clang of sword intent colliding with a firm object.

Liu Qing was covered in blood, yet he stood firmly.

At this moment, the assassin became a suicide soldier.

Because behind him was Su Li.

That sword that was like a branch in a moon pool had clearly exhausted all its sword energy, but it still moved forward a little bit more. This burning sword, shooting out countless birds of fire and emitting a boundless light and heat, exploded!

In Zhu Luo’s phantasm, the sword exploded!

Boom!

The rain pouring down on the long street was sent flying everywhere by the explosion.

Zhu Luo’s phantasm suddenly began to give off a blinding light, its edges faintly showing signs of damage.

And on the other end of the street, Zhu Luo’s abdomen had actually become a mess of mutilated flesh.

He had silently followed Chen Changsheng and Su Li for several weeks and then in that previous moment suddenly exploded forth, causing Chen Changsheng to be drenched in blood. Only when Zhu Luo appeared on the scene had he finally revealed his true goal. He had not come to kill someone, but to protect.

This strike of his was perfect in every aspect, whether in terms of calculation or anything else.

It could be said that this strike was the sum of Liu Qing’s life as an assassin.

It was a very bizarre strike, a very dazzling strike, a very patient strike, a very frightening strike.

This attack was so terrifyingly powerful that it was difficult to imagine.

But…it was still not enough to kill Zhu Luo.

Because this sort of perfection was still only the perfection of humans.

And of experts like Zhu Luo after they stepped into the Divine Domain, you could say that they were already inhuman!

Before the angry howl had ceased, it suddenly became a clear whistle, cold and solitary like the bright moon over the snowy plains.

Zhu Luo’s phantasm in the onrush of the pouring rain seemed to waver, but it never scattered.

In the next moment, a ghostly sword suddenly appeared in the phantasm’s hand.

The sword was sent stabbing towards Su Li.