At this very moment, over three hundred cultivators were still attentively listening to the rambling of Lord Yè from the stage at Huijing Terrace, completely oblivious to the impending danger.
Fang Yu and his group remained motionless, standing at the back of Huijingtai, silently observing the surroundings.
They started to move.
Fang Yu’s eyes narrowed slightly.
At this moment, under his divine sense’s grasp, twenty black-robed cultivators moved simultaneously.
They were originally scattered throughout the four sides of Huijingtai, but now as they moved, they closed in, shrinking the circle.
But judging from the direction they were converging, their target wasn’t Fang Yu and his group, but rather something ahead.
“Who is the target ahead?” Fang Yu frowned, looking forward.
The front half of Huijingtai, apart from the group of cultivators, was most notably occupied by Jianye Gongzi, who was lecturing on ‘Fu Shu’.
“How could he be the target?” Fang Yu frowned, quickly observing the large group of cultivators ahead.
Perhaps there is someone among this group of cultivators with an important status?
On stage, the Nightly Gentleman was recounting trivial talismanic secrets while observing the movements of Fang Yu and his group from afar.
He did not care at all about the three hundred or so cultivators surrounding him.
He just wanted to show off his abilities in front of Fang Yu’s VIP line.
Cultivation is a major direction of practice, but due to its extremely difficult entry threshold, it discourages many cultivators.
Therefore, in the eyes of ordinary cultivators, the status of talisman cultivators is relatively high.
Especially as the young master of the Fu Huangmen, Jian Ye Gongzi, wherever he goes, he will be greeted with warm welcome.
He had grown accustomed to, even tired of, the feeling.
“Alas, this group of noble guests seem rather uninterested… It seems my words are too superficial. They come from distinguished backgrounds and have probably heard these theories before… No rush, I’ll wait until later to speak on more profound knowledge, that way I can truly demonstrate my value.” thought the Young Master Yè.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh…”
At that moment, suddenly twenty black shadows flashed out from all sides of Huijing Pavilion!
A chill of murderous intent instantly enveloped the entire Huijing Terrace!
The young master on stage hadn’t reacted yet, only feeling a flash of silver in front of him.
“”
A searing pain shot through her left arm.
In the blink of an eye, Night Master’s entire left arm flew off.
Blood splattered.
“……ahhh…..”
In the dead of night, the young master’s eyes widened in alarm. After a two-second stunned silence, he let out a heart-wrenching scream!
He screamed and backed away repeatedly.
And the black-robed monk before him, wielding a sharp longsword in his hand, raised it and slashed again!
“Pure Yin Talisman!”
The young master cried out in the night, straining with all his might to draw a talisman from his right hand with.
“Bang!”
Fu Di’s light flashed, transforming into a streak of energy and blocking his path.
“Bang!”
The black-clothed monk’s long sword slashed at the qi seal, directly slashing a crack in it.
“Bang!”
The next second, the talisman shattered and broke!
The black-robed monk took a step forward and raised his long sword once more, aiming to strike down the young master of Yè!
“Don’t kill me…”
Last night, the young master dodged desperately to the side, but his right arm couldn’t avoid the blade and was severed once again.
Now, both arms are gone.
In the dead of night, the young master lay on the ground, his whole body trembling, tears streaming down his face.
He doesn’t know what happened, who wants to kill him!?
Over the years, he traveled far and wide. Although he leveraged his reputation as Fu Huang to gain considerable profit, he never quarreled with anyone, let alone incurred any life-threatening danger!
The black-clad monk, wielding a blood-stained blade, slowly walked towards the fallen Iannae.
In the dead of night, the young master cried out, but at this moment, the situation on Huijing Terrace… was like a hell on earth.
This group of black-robed monks, after surging onto Huijingtai, attacked not only the young master Jianye on stage but also over three hundred other cultivators!
And their attacks were extremely ruthless, each move aimed at taking a life!
On stage, over three hundred cultivators were terrified out of their wits by this sudden carnage.
Screams, cries of astonishment, and roars rose and fell.
The panorama platform was quickly enveloped by a bloody stench.
Originally, the faces of Lan Yutang and his son, Lan Guinan, who were tumbling sideways, turned pale.
“Guard! Guard!”
Lanyutang shouted.
But Lan Gui Nan beside him pulled him back to run!
Because, he saw a black-robed monk had already turned his head and was staring at them, father and son!
Danger is right in front of you!
“Run! Dad, run!” Lan Guinan shouted, pulling on Lan Yutang.
“Boom!”
Just as the Huijingtai fell into chaos, a surge of incredibly powerful immortal energy erupted!
A powerful aura enveloped the Jujingtai directly!
A dazzling radiance burst forth from behind the Huijing Pavilion.
A graceful figure rose into the air.
Her body was surrounded by what seemed like pure white petals rotating.
Hibiscus Gate, Autumn Goddess of Coolness!
This is the power of Rongrong Fairy!
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
In mid-air, the cool autumn goddess extended her fair finger, releasing streaks of fairy power.
Clusters of white light fell upon the heads of each black-robed cultivator.
The group of black-robed monks shuddered and immediately stopped moving.
Their bodies were enveloped by pure white lotus fairy power!
“Whoosh… Crack!”
On stage, the long sword that was about to cleave through the head of the Night Lord suddenly stopped mid-swing.
“Ahhhh……”
The young master, under the cover of night, was trembling all over with his eyes closed, shouting and screaming as if he were already dead.
And over three hundred cultivators on the Viewing Terrace were also unable to remain calm at this moment.
Everything happened too quickly; they hadn’t even reacted!
Many monks were seriously injured.
But luckily, thanks to the timely intervention of the Goddess Liqiu, no cultivators were killed!
“What happened… What on earth happened!?”
All the cultivators were still recovering from their fear and panic, looking around.
Lanyu Tang and Lan Gui Nan were the same.
But they quickly regained their composure, looking at the Goddess of Autumn in the sky and letting out a long sigh.
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Otherwise, today… the Heavenly Mountain Manor will surely be bathed in blood!
“Brother, what’s going on? Why aren’t these guys coming for you…” Han Miao Yi blinked, looking puzzled.
He initially thought the target was himself, then he thought it was the Night Lord, but in the end… he discovered that the other party had no target at all.
Or, besides him and Han Miao’yi, as well as Liang Qiu Goddess, all are targets.
What is the intention behind this?
If this group of black-robed monks make a move… it’s the mastermind behind the assassination attempt on Xiao Liyu before. What’s his purpose in doing this?
Since they knew I had come to Tianhe Mountain Villa, they naturally also knew that the Goddess of Frost, Liang Qiu, was with me… Therefore, if they truly wanted to kill me, they would at least have to send a capable subordinate to restrain Liang Qiu. Since there wasn’t such a subordinate available, they shifted their target to the other cultivators present?
“What’s the point of doing that?”
“Make chaos, and then what? What else can they do?”