Chapter 77
Seeing that the target of the night attacker had already been prepared, Tang Yin realized something was wrong at the first moment and wanted to use Shadow Drift to flash out of the yard, but it was too late. In an instant, the air around him seemed to solidify and continuously squeezed towards him, which was the spiritual pressure emitted by a high-ranking Lingwu master.
Tang Yin's cultivation was profound, and he could still move freely under the strong spiritual pressure. However, his most skilled technique, Shadow Drift, was no longer usable, which was also fatal for a dark-system cultivator. Before Tang Yin could even think about how to escape, the torches around the courtyard lit up, and more than 20 people suddenly appeared on the walls and rooftops, all holding spiritual weapons and wearing spiritual armor.
No need to look closely, Tang Yin had already felt that these cultivators were all masters. Tang Yin's intuition had always been keen, and these cultivators had been hiding around the courtyard, yet he hadn't detected them when he came in, which showed that they could control their breath with spiritual energy. Alas! Tang Yin secretly sighed in his heart, when a person is out of luck, even drinking water can choke him.
He was sighing, when suddenly he heard a crisp sound beside him. The dark cultivator who had just entered the room broke out of the window and, like Tang Yin, tried to use shadow drift to escape. His body was already surrounded by black mist, but he remained motionless in place. The dark cultivator's face changed color, and he subconsciously retreated two steps, his face flushing with an unnatural red glow, a natural reaction to being squeezed by the spiritual pressure.
"Hmm!" With a soft hum, the door opened and the woman inside walked out slowly with a blue-glazed steel sword. It wasn't until then that Tang Yin saw her clearly. The young lady looked to be 26 or 27 years old, with a delicate face, refined features, black hair like a waterfall, fair skin, a tall and slender figure, yet also elegant and charming.
She can't be considered a stunning beauty that turns the city upside down, but the natural and effortless elegance and nobility she exudes makes people feel like they don't want to take their eyes off her. Tang Yan was sizing her up, and her gaze was also scanning Tang Yan. After looking at him for a moment, she coldly smiled and said: "So there's another accomplice!"
"I knew this would lead to misunderstandings," the young woman's words had just fallen, Tang Yin hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Miss, don't get me wrong, he and I are not fellow travelers, I just happened to follow him here."
Pfft! The woman was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said: "He is a dark cultivator of the Ling Spirit, and you are also a dark cultivator of the Ling Spirit. One infiltrates to assassinate, one spreads rumors outside, now you say you're not in cahoots with him, do you think I'll believe that?"
Tang Yin was speechless, yes, he and the night walker were both dark system cultivators who had entered together, if they said they weren't accomplices, no matter who replaced them, probably no one would believe it.
The woman saw Tang Yin speechless, thinking he had nothing to say, and coldly said: "I don't care who you are, since you dare to come to the head of my Shura Gate, you should be prepared to have no return." As she spoke, she turned her head and ordered: "Take down both thieves!"
As her voice fell, the surrounding cultivators jumped into the courtyard, surrounding Tang Yin and Ye Xing together.
Tang Yin didn't mean to take action, he and Xiuluo Men had no grudges, nor did he want to fight with him, but that night-walking man was different, he knew very well that once he fell into the hands of his opponent, it would be worse than death, now except for a desperate breakout, there was no other way.
He let out a loud shout, and before making his move, he especially shouted at Tang Yin: "Brother, stop wasting words with them, let's go!" As he spoke, the Night Walker raised his spiritual armor, grasped his spiritual knife, and pounced on the two Spiritual Cultivators to his left.
The nocturnal person's movements were quite good, even under the strong spiritual pressure, their body method was still agile, and the knife was also very sharp, viciously stabbing two spirit cultivators in the chest.
He was fast, and the other two were not slow either. The two cultivators dodged his attack and swung their swords to fight him together.
Both sides were quick and ruthless in their moves, as they clashed, all that could be seen was the flash of knives and swords, with no sign of human figures.
If it weren't for the spiritual pressure, the Night Walker could freely use Shadow Drift, but now his movements were greatly restricted. Under the pincer attack of the two Spiritual Warriors, he was mostly on the defensive and rarely counterattacked, barely holding on. Even so, it would be difficult for the two Spiritual Cultivators to defeat him in a short period of time. In the blink of an eye, the two sides had exchanged over thirty moves, with neither gaining the upper hand. At this point, the two Spiritual Cultivators were no longer enthusiastic about continuing the fight and exchanged a glance before letting out a low growl. Immediately after, the spiritual swords in their hands shone brightly as they simultaneously released two Soul Chasing Stabs.
The reason why the Dark System Cultivators are not afraid of the Bright System Cultivators' spiritual martial skills is because they have the existence of Shadow Drift. Now, under the restraint of Spiritual Pressure, Shadow Drift cannot be used, and the Dark System Cultivators can no longer withstand it.
Seeing two Soul Piercing Stabs coming at him simultaneously, the Night Walker let out a sharp cry as if his tail had been stepped on and retreated immediately.
But his two legs could not be faster than the flying Ling Stings. He retreated two steps, and the Ling Stings had already arrived in front of him. The Night Walker was helpless, and he had to use all his strength to jump high into the air, trying to dodge the Ling Stings. Unfortunately, his movements were still a little slow, and with a series of dull thuds, seven Ling Stings pierced his legs, their force so great that they not only penetrated the spiritual armor on his legs but also pierced through the bones.
The night walker let out a miserable cry and his body flew horizontally through the air before landing with a thud on the ground.
Two cultivators stepped forward, stretching out their hands to grab his shoulders. The night traveler let out a beast-like roar and rolled backwards with great force, stopping only after several meters. Using the momentum, he sat up, and when he looked at his legs again, they were covered in blood, making it impossible for him to stand up.
The nightwalker gazed at the woman and the cultivators around her, looked up with a mournful smile and said: "Today I die by your hands, tomorrow someone will avenge my blood feud!" As he spoke, he drew his sword across his neck and cut it off with a vicious slash.
"No, stop him quickly..." The woman realized that the night walker was going to take his own life, but it was already too late to intervene. She heard a "plop" sound in her ear, and the night walker had cut his own throat with one swift knife stroke, severing both his trachea and blood vessels. Blood sprayed out far and wide, but the night walker didn't make a single sound. He fell backwards, his body twitching only a few times before falling still.
"Ah?" Seeing this scene, a burst of gasps echoed around, no one had expected that the Night Walker would actually take his own life without any hesitation, not even Tang Yin was shocked, deeply furrowing his brow. What kind of identity did this person have? What kind of organization could cultivate such a fearless assassin? Could it be... he really is the killer from the Inverse Wind Flow?
He was pondering, when he suddenly found that the cultivators around him began to slowly gather towards him. People's eyes stared at him without blinking, as if they were afraid that he would also suddenly take his own life. Tang Yin shook his head helplessly and smiled at the crowd around him: "Everyone can rest assured, I will absolutely not commit suicide..."
Before he finished speaking, a cultivator had already darted to his front, without saying a word, the spiritual sword in his hand stabbed straight at Tang Yin's face. The latter slightly dodged to the side, avoiding the opponent's sharp edge, and before the man could retract his sword, he reached out with both hands, firmly grasping the opponent's wrist. Then, he crouched down, pulling back the opponent's arm while using his shoulder to press against the opponent's waist, exerting force from top to bottom, shouting: "Get out!"
That cultivator of spiritual energy did as he was told, his body soaring into the air and flipping over Tang Yin's head, flying straight out.
Plop!
The cultivator's body heavily crashed into the wall not far away, making a dull thud, and even a large piece of wallpaper was knocked off. The rebounding body didn't get up for a long time. Fortunately, he still had his spiritual armor to protect him, otherwise Tang Yan's throw would have been enough to make him suffer.
Tang Yin made a move and sent one person flying, the other cultivators were also shocked, people looked at each other, no longer fighting alone, and pressed towards Tang Yin together.
It's okay to let Tang Yin take them by surprise and hit one person, but with so many cultivators attacking together, Tang Yin can't withstand it. Just the simultaneous release of their spiritual martial skills is enough to make him unable to dodge.
Although he didn't know what status the woman had in Shu Lü Men, Tang Yin could also tell that she was the leader of these people. Tang Yin spoke to the woman with a serious expression: "Miss, you have indeed misunderstood me, I have no ill intentions towards your Shu Lü Men at all. If I were really partners with him, how could I just watch him take his own life and do nothing about it?"
The young woman looked at Tang Yin with a smile and said, "Even if you say something incredible now, I won't believe it. First, let's capture you and then talk!" The young woman shouted to her left and right, "Quickly capture this thief! Remember, I want him alive!"
Alas! Tang Yin sighed again, wanting to speak, but the surrounding cultivators didn't give him another chance. The crowd shouted in unison and closed in on him, more than a dozen spirit swords stabbing at Tang Yin from all directions.
Facing so many cultivators, each of whom was a master, anyone would have been captured, but Tang Yin would not give up until the end. In the center of the crowd, his body was like an eel, and he drilled out of the gap between the chaotic swords at an incredible speed. The faces of the cultivators changed in unison, turning their heads back to look at Tang Yin again. However, the latter did not counterattack them. After escaping from the encirclement, he didn't find anyone else, but rushed straight to the young woman.
Tang Yin had been through many battles and was rich in experience. He knew that the only way to get out of this predicament now was to first capture the woman and use her as a hostage to force everyone to let him leave.
He calculated correctly, but the woman was not an ordinary person. Seeing him approaching her, she raised the corner of her mouth and snorted with laughter. When Tang Yin rushed to her side, the woman's body didn't move, and she suddenly materialized a green steel sword, immediately stabbing it out and aiming straight for Tang Yin's chest.
She swung this sword to force Tang Yin back, but unexpectedly the opponent suddenly crouched down, while avoiding the spiritual sword's blade, both knees stuck to the ground and continued to slide towards her. The woman secretly cried out "not good", no time to think carefully, she quickly retreated backwards, at the same time swinging her spiritual sword, whooshing out three consecutive spiritual blades.