Chapter 505: Appearance
For days on end, a chilling wind of dread swept through the Flame Alliance. Many within its ranks feigned an air of indifference on the surface, yet their nerves were taut beneath, terrified that at any moment, a hidden arrow from some unknown quarter would send them back to respawn at headquarters.
"Another group was attacked, almost completely wiped out."
"The Lingao Regiment's base was bombarded by an unknown super artifact, destroying more than half of its industrial city."
"Donaldson's team suffered heavy losses from the Hidden Dragon Guards' assault, and the influence they had built up was completely uprooted."
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The silver-haired girl used her unique ability to continuously gather intelligence related to the Hidden Dragon Guards. However, the successive reports left the Flame Alliance members increasingly alarmed with every detail.
The transmigrator teams, dispersed across the various regions of the Great Wei, were struck down one after another with thunderous blows. Each time, the imperial court deployed more than ten times their combat power, sweeping through with overwhelming force, striving to leave no chance for them to be counter-killed and serve as easy experience points.
"This isn't following the script! Why aren't they escalating gradually? We just played a pair of threes, and they immediately threw out a King Bomb!" Baha, who had only recently learned to play Dou Dizhu from a few transmigrators originating from Huaxia, complained.
"Please don't make jokes during such a serious discussion; not everyone is in the mood for humor like you are!" A young man, clearly tormented by the immense mental pressure, couldn't help but lose his temper and retort.
For him, having spent years on battlefields, killing and being killed had become little different from eating and drinking—except that one could eat every day, while one could only be killed once. A mere few assassins targeting him was no big deal at all.
"Relax, buddy; even if we take a beating, we can afford to lose." Baha had maintained his composure even on battlefields where life was a one-time affair, let alone in a game with "resurrection coins." He was purely treating it as a sightseeing tour.
"If you want to talk about the calmest one, it has to be Bai Wu Sheng." Someone suddenly thought of Bai Mo, who had been living in seclusion.
"Ever since that meeting, he's been staying by himself, almost as if he's afraid the assassins won't target him."
"First rule of horror movies—those who leave the group are always the first to meet a grisly end!"
"Enough with the inauspicious talk. All of you can fly through the sky and burrow into the earth; even Death itself couldn't touch you." Lin Yan Yang lightly flicked the forehead of the person who had just brought up horror movies.
Ignoring their respective ages before transmigration, after being reborn into new bodies, each of them appeared as young boys and girls, exuding youthful vitality. This presented an odd correlation with the morbid topic they were now discussing.
"Well, that's true... this is a Xuanhuan setting, after all. In Xuanhuan settings, ghosts always get clobbered, ha ha ha..." Someone let out an awkward laugh, somewhat easing the tense atmosphere.
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Deep in the night.
The moon was dim, the stars few, and dark clouds heavily covered the sky—it was a night for killing.
"Knock, knock, knock." From outside a desolate courtyard north of Hanluo City, a knocking sound rang out.
"Creak..." The door opened, but looking inside, one could only see a pitch-black expanse, with no trace of anyone who had opened it.
The dark doorway, appearing as if it would devour anyone who dared to enter, its interior completely obscured, combined with the rustling sound of cold wind sweeping across fallen leaves—if an ordinary person encountered such a scene, they would absolutely never consider stepping inside to take a look without compelling reason.
"Mr. Bai Wu Sheng, we have come at Miss's command to deliver something to you." Three quite distinctly dressed maids, holding a tray of items, spoke from outside the door.
No sound came from behind the door, but immediately, a path illuminated by light appeared, exceptionally dazzling against the contrasting darkness on both sides.
Upon seeing this, the leading maid turned and gently waved the silk handkerchief in her hand. The two maids following her then walked inside.
The three walked slowly along the sole path of light, occasionally glancing furtively to either side, until they reached the end of the path—before a building bearing the three characters "Wu Sheng Hall."
The hall door opened at precisely the right moment, without making them wait a single instant longer. Behind the door sat a white-robed youth, his posture very casual, yet his features showed no trace of youthful lightness.
The one sitting there, lying in wait for his prey, was precisely Bai Mo.
"Welcome." He said lazily from the sofa, "Would you like some tea?"
"Kill!" Upon hearing this, the leading palace-dressed girl instantly knew that the other party had already perceived the truth. Without another word of nonsense, she immediately pulled out a flag-like weapon from her chest and loudly issued commands to those behind her.
The two girls holding trays also tore off their disguises at this moment, manipulating the silk cloth that had originally covered the items on their trays.
Compared to a direct, concealed assassination, the silk cloths were, in fact, their true weapons!
"They can come in too. I've already sealed off the surroundings; no one else will be disturbed." Bai Mo waved his hand, and over a dozen black-clad figures who had originally been hidden in the darkness outside the large courtyard were all forced to reveal themselves.
"Change of plans, frontal assault!"
"Yes!" A group of black-clad figures drew weapons hidden in their shoes and shouted in unison, then vanished from their spots once more, seemingly re-concealing themselves, waiting for the opportune moment to launch a fatal blow.
Unlike the black-clad assassins hiding in the shadows, the two girls using silk cloths as weapons were more like direct combatants.
With seemingly delicate legs, they stomped out sonic booms and cracked the ground with a ferocity that would make any foot fetishist's teeth ache, launching arrow-like strides that were almost like teleportation, charging directly toward Bai Mo!
As for the palace-dressed girl who had initially held the flag, she transformed into a wisp of smoke after issuing her commands, similarly vanishing from her spot.
"Two main combatants, three support. To kill those people, they actually sent five Six-Tier cultivators. How extravagant."
"Twisted Kill!" The duo specializing in close-quarters combat answered Bai Mo with fierce fist winds.
"What a pity."
"BOOM!!!!" Before Bai Mo's words had even faded, his position was swept by terrifying shockwaves from the two girls. Their fierce and powerful will even completely ground every flying piece of tile and brick into nano-level dust.
Yet this exaggerated destructive power was controlled with extreme precision within a range of less than two square meters; within that small area, everything turned to dust, while outside it, not a single hair was harmed.
"Six-Tier bloodline martial artists..." Bai Mo recalled that he, too, had once practiced Dao Wu Shuangxiu, but because he had focused all his energy on the path he pioneered, his Martial Path had made no further progress after reaching the second revolution of the Dharma Body realm.
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