In the night.
The silent city of Ziyang Mansion seemed like a huge beast lying silently under the moonlight.
“Too dry!”
“Beware of fire!”
The empty streets echoed with the hoarse voice of the night watchman.
Recently, Ziyang Mansion had been restless at night, and even the guards had increased in number.
But compared to the vast city, it was still insufficient.
Luo Yao changed into her night clothes and wandered through the city.
She heard from her senior brother that the city was hosting the Boundless Trial of Misty Rain Tower.
Apart from the participants killing each other, many others were taking advantage of the chaos.
That’s why she deliberately came out at night to act as a righteous hero.
After all, assassins prefer to operate at night.
However…
“Luo Girl.”
“I’ve been waiting for you here for a long time.”
As she passed through a small alley, a voice came from within.
In the darkness, there was a thin figure, seemingly standing there all along, or perhaps appearing out of nowhere.
He looked emaciated, his black robe clinging tightly to his body in the night wind.
“bl**d Qi Realm, yet not near Fen Yu Lin, and you dare to flaunt your famous weapon. I thought you had someone powerful by your side.”
“Unexpectedly, you really sneaked out.”
His voice became increasingly ethereal.
As he spoke, a cold wind seemed to blow around, making one feel as if they were falling into an ice cellar, their scalp tingling.
“Night Ghost Liu Heng?!”
Luo Yao recognized him, her face turning pale with shock.
Night Ghost Sect was a single-lineage sect.
Due to its strange techniques requiring special bone structure, those who practiced its martial arts would become emaciated, with appearances that were no longer human, and their personalities would be peculiar.
Moreover, their strength would decrease during the day but increase at night.
The previous head of the Night Ghost Sect, Liu Heng’s master, died during the encirclement in Fen Yu Lin.
“I love eating children.”
“Especially ones like you, in the prime of youth…”
“You can’t k*ll my master, but I’m not afraid of you!”
In her fear, Luo Yao struck first.
Her gentleman’s brush from her sleeve was like a cold star, swift as lightning, capable of piercing even iron.
But just as she thought she had succeeded,
the figure of Liu Heng in front of her dissipated like a fading shadow.
“An illusion?!”
“Hehehe… Your purple star eyes are not quite mastered yet.”
A voice like an owl’s sounded from all directions.
Just the sound waves alone sent Luo Yao flying backward, tumbling several times on the ground, her immaculate brocade clothing instantly stained with mud.
Moreover, she felt pain in her hand, and her gentleman’s brush had been lost.
“Not bad, a famous weapon.”
“The Judge should like it…”
Liu Heng played with the gentleman’s brush, putting it into his chest.
He slowly used his own shadow to block the moonlight and walked toward Luo Yao.
He loved watching the expressions of righteous heroes when they were about to d*e.
Would this little girl beg for mercy with tears streaming down her face?
Or would she buy her life with money?
Or maybe… threaten him?
“Uh…”
Luo Yao’s face turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with despair.
She felt both regret and incomprehension.
Was the world really so dangerous?
Why would someone at the Inner Breath Profound Pill Realm attack her, a bl**d Qi Realm cultivator? Wasn’t this bullying the weak?
At home, she had never felt such pain before…
Was she going to d*e?
The little girl cried with tears streaming down her face:
“I don’t want to d*e…”
“Hehehe…”
“On the hands of such a hideous person…”
Liu Heng’s laughter suddenly stopped.
He hated it when people said he was ugly, though he indeed was.
Lies don’t hurt, but the truth does…
“You’re courting d*ath!”
He lost his playful mood and prepared to take Luo Yao’s life with one palm.
At the critical moment.
Boom!
Thunder?
No, it was the sound of air exploding.
A dark light, like divine punishment or a falling meteor, crashed down.
The intense pressure made breathing difficult.
“Who?!”
Liu Heng tried his old trick, disappearing into the ground.
After dodging, the dark light also stopped, revealing the person’s form.
Tall and slender, wearing a bronze dragon’s head, the dark light earlier was actually a short-handled hammer in his hand.
A Profound Weapon!
“You must be a friend of mine.”
“Since that’s the case, let me have this girl’s life, and everything else is yours. How about it?”
Liu Heng’s pupils flickered.
“Isn’t the Boundless Trial supposed to be a fight to the d*ath?”
The man with the bronze dragon’s head smiled lightly.
“We should choose our opponents wisely. You’re strong, and we might end up working together in the future. Why resort to violence?”
Liu Heng was sincere.
“Alright, let’s do as you say. Come on.”
The bronze dragon’s head nodded slightly, seeming to agree with his terms.
Step—
Liu Heng took half a step forward.
Suddenly, a cold wind surged beneath his robe, and he struck out abruptly.
Facing him was a hammer imbued with the aura of killing intent.
“I knew you wouldn’t stay honest!”
Li Mo smashed his hammer onto the opponent’s claw, sending sparks flying.
Liu Heng’s figure flew back and vanished again.
Immediately after, his voice echoed from all directions:
“Hehehe, you haven’t even reached Jade Liquid Realm.”
“But relying on a Profound Weapon and brute force, you dared to challenge me across two realms?”
“It’s nighttime now!”
Ghostly shadows accompanied by cold winds approached, and Liu Heng’s figure seemed to drift with his voice.
But the pair of eyes beneath the bronze dragon’s head closed at this moment.
When he raised his hammer again, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.
After being tempered in Shang Wu’s realm, he no longer needed to rely on his eyes to see.
With just the perception of killing intent, he could locate his opponent.
Thus.
The hammer pierced through the ghostly shadows, slowly and firmly landing on one of them.
Boom—
Liu Heng’s expression had not yet changed.
This unavoidable blow turned him into a mist of bl**d.
This blow was so powerful that it shattered Liu Heng’s body without damaging a single brick or tile.
“You said you’d strike early.”
“But you enjoy playing with your prey like a cat…”
Li Mo suddenly remembered something halfway through his sentence.
In games, even with a significant advantage, he preferred to trap the opponent rather than push the crystal…
Hmm.
How did he suddenly understand what the villain was thinking?
“You… Who are you?”
“If you want to k*ll me…”
“Let me be a white ghost.”
The trembling voice of a little mouse revealed her fear.
“Just call me Northwest Hammer King.”
Li Mo casually picked up the gentleman’s brush, glanced at it, and threw it into the girl’s arms.
“Don’t you want to k*ll me?”
“If you don’t leave, I’ll hammer you to d*ath.”
Li Mo threatened.
He didn’t know how to evaluate this girl.
Come on, don’t I look like a good person?
If given the chance, why didn’t she run away?
“Thank you… But I haven’t heard of you. Which sect are you from?”
“Hard and tough.”
“I’ll remember that. I’ll repay you…”
Luo Yao ran a few steps, then turned back:
“Oh, do you know where Luo Yu of Fen Yu Lin is?”
“At the prefecture office.”
Li Mo’s forehead twitched.
“Thanks, you’re pretty nice.”
Luo Yao finally left.
Not long after she left,
another cautious figure slipped into the alley.
“You’re not done yet…”
Li Mo thought Luo Yao had returned.
Just as he looked over,
he saw a neatly dressed beggar child, like a little mouse, slip into the alley.
She carried a basket on her back, her eyes still wrapped in a rag, carrying miscellaneous items and holding a tree branch in her arms.
She lifted her head, as if sensing the cautiousness behind the white eyes under the bandages.
“Um… Do you have anything you don’t need?”
Li Mo: “…”
