Chapter 100
The story just now felt so childish.
But perhaps because she had never experienced anything like it, deep down, there was a flicker of excitement.
This was very unusual for her.
"Someone might use the Wujian Trial to target Chu Long."
"And with the fall of the Qingyuan Sect, there are traces of the Yanyu Tower involved."
"I still haven't figured out the details of these two matters."
Indeed, it was just like that.
Swish—
A leaf outside trembled gently, having just been stepped on by someone whose figure was now fading into the distance.
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**Chapter 97: Do I Not Look Like a Bad Person?**
In the night.
The city of Ziyang was silent, like a colossal beast lying quietly under the moonlight.
"The weather is dry!"
"Be careful with fire!"
The sound of the night watchman’s slightly hoarse voice echoed through the empty streets.
Recently, Ziyang had been restless at night, with an increase in the number of guards on duty.
However, compared to the vast city, it was still a drop in the bucket.
Luo Yao changed into a dark outfit and wandered through the city.
She had heard from her senior brother that the city was hosting the Wujian Trial of the Yanyu Tower.
Aside from the participants fighting each other, many were taking advantage of the chaos to loot and fish in troubled waters.
That was why she deliberately chose to act as a vigilante at night.
After all, assassins preferred to operate under the cover of darkness.
However...
"Luo girl."
"I've been waiting here for quite some time."
As she passed a narrow alley, a voice emerged from within.
In the darkness stood a gaunt figure, as if he had been there all along, or perhaps had materialized out of thin air.
He looked emaciated, his black robe clinging tightly to his body, blown by the night wind.
"You're in the Qi Blood realm, yet you dare to flaunt a famous weapon in public, away from the Fenyulin? I thought you had a master following you."
"Who would have thought you really snuck out."
The man's voice grew increasingly ethereal.
As his words fell, a chilling wind seemed to sweep through the area, making one feel as if they had plunged into an ice cellar, their scalp prickling.
"Night Demon Liu Heng?!"
Luo Yao recognized the person and was instantly struck with fear.
The Night Demon Sect had a singular lineage.
Due to their bizarre martial arts requiring special innate qualities, those who practiced their techniques would become emaciated, their appearances inhuman, and their temperaments eccentric.
Moreover, their power diminished during the day but surged at night.
The previous Night Demon Sect leader, Liu Heng's master, had perished in the siege at Fenyulin.
"I love to eat children."
"Especially those in their prime like you..."
"My father could kill your master, so I’m not afraid of you!"
In her fright, Luo Yao surprisingly took the initiative to strike first.
The Junzi Pen hidden in her sleeve shot out like a cold star, fast as lightning, capable of piercing even fine iron.
However, just as she thought she had succeeded...
Liu Heng's figure before her dissipated like an afterimage.
"Fake?!"
"Hehehe... Your Zixing Eyes are still not trained enough."
His night owl-like voice echoed from all directions.
The sound waves alone sent Luo Yao flying backward, rolling several times on the ground, her pristine attire now muddied.
Moreover, she felt a sharp pain in her hand; the Junzi Pen had slipped from her grasp.
"Truly a famous weapon."
"The Judge would surely love it..."
Liu Heng toyed with the Junzi Pen, tucking it into his robe.
He leisurely blocked the moonlight with his back and approached Luo Yao.
He relished watching the expressions of those gallant heroes as they faced death.
Would this little girl weep and plead for mercy?
Or would she try to buy her life?
Or perhaps... threaten him?
"Ugh..."
Luo Yao's face turned pale, her pupils filled with despair.
She felt both regret and confusion.
Was the Jianghu really this treacherous?
Why would someone in the Xuan Dan realm dare to attack her, who was merely in the Qi Blood realm? Wasn't this bullying the weak?
At home, she had never felt such pain...
Was she going to die?
The young girl cried, tears streaming down her face:
"I don't want to die..."
"Hehehe..."
"Not at the hands of such an ugly monster, boohoo..."
Liu Heng's laughter abruptly ceased.
He hated it when others called him ugly, even though he indeed was.
Lies don't hurt, but the truth does...
"You’re asking for death!"
He lost interest in playing and prepared to take Luo Yao's life with a single strike.
In a critical moment.
Boom—
Was that thunder?
No, it was the sound of air bursting.
A dark streak of light, like divine punishment or a falling meteor, crashed down.
The powerful wind pressure made it hard to breathe.
"Who?!"
Liu Heng vanished from sight, employing his old trick.
After he dodged, the dark light halted, revealing the figure of a man.
Tall and slender, wearing a bronze dragon headpiece, that dark light was actually a small hammer in his hand.
A Xuan weapon!
"Seems like you're also a friend from the Jianghu."
"If that's the case, let’s make a deal: give me the life of this little girl, and you can have everything else. How about that?"
Liu Heng's pupils flickered.
"The Wujian Trial is supposed to be a life-or-death affair, isn't it?"
The man with the dragon head chuckled lightly.
"One must choose their opponents wisely. You are strong, and we might even be colleagues in the future. Why resort to violence?"
Liu Heng spoke earnestly.
"Alright, let’s do it your way. Come at me."
The dragon-headed man nodded slightly, seemingly agreeing to his terms.
Step—
Liu Heng had barely taken a few steps.
Suddenly, a gust of wind surged from beneath his robe, and he struck out fiercely.
What greeted him was a hammer brimming with murderous intent.
"I knew you wouldn't play fair!" x2
Li Mo's hammer struck Liu Heng's claw, sending sparks flying.
Liu Heng's figure was sent flying backward, only to vanish again.
Then, his voice echoed from all directions:
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"Hehehe, turns out you haven't even reached the Yuye realm."
"Just relying on a Xuan weapon and your brute strength, you dare to challenge me across two realms?"
"Remember, it’s night now!"
Countless ghostly shadows swirled with the chilling wind, and Liu Heng's figure seemed to drift along with his voice.
Yet, the eyes of the dragon-headed man closed at that moment.
When he raised his hammer again, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.
Having honed his skills in the Shangwu arena, he no longer needed to rely on sight.
By merely sensing the intent to kill, he could locate his opponent.
Thus.
The hammer pierced through the ghostly shadows, slowly yet resolutely landing on one of them.
Boom—
Liu Heng's expression hadn't even changed before the unavoidable blow turned him into a mist of blood.
This strike, with its concentrated force, shattered Liu Heng, yet not a single brick or tile was harmed.
"You should have struck sooner."
"Why did you have to play cat and mouse..."
Li Mo began to speak, only to suddenly recall.
In the past, when playing games, he never liked to push the crystal when he had a significant advantage; he preferred to trap the opponent in their fountain...
Emmmm.
Why did he suddenly feel like he understood what the villain was thinking?
"You... who are you?"
"If you want to kill me... let me die knowing."
A trembling voice from a little mouse revealed her fear.
"Just call me the King of the Northwest Hammer."
Li Mo casually picked up the Junzi Pen, glanced at it, and tossed it into the girl’s arms.
"Aren't you going to kill me?"
"If you don’t leave now, I’ll hammer you to death."
Li Mo threatened.
He suddenly found himself at a loss for how to evaluate this little girl.
Come on, do I not look like a bad person?
Why not run while you have the chance, and instead ask me this?
"Thank you... but I haven't heard of you. Which sect are you from?"
"Hard Steel Gang."
"I'll remember that. I’ll repay you..."
Luo Yao took a few steps forward, then turned back:
"By the way, do you know where Luo Yu from Fenyulin is?"
"At the government office."
Li Mo's forehead twitched.
"Thanks, you’re actually quite nice."
Finally, Luo Yao left.
But not long after she had gone, another cautious figure slipped into the alley.
"You’re not done yet..."
Li Mo thought it was Luo Yao returning.
But as he looked over...
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