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Hong Yulong calmly observed the movements of everyone present, yet he noticed no one making any sudden actions.
Who could have struck? Why had he not detected anything at all? Hong Yulong squinted his eyes, unable to believe that someone could sever a leg without any warning right in front of him. Even more terrifying was the thought that this person might be faster than his own reflexes, their attacks more unpredictable than his.
Hong Yulong's mind kept replaying the image of the severed leg; he hadn’t even seen what had caused it to be cut off. How could Coco, a Foundation Establishment Period Cultivator, achieve such a feat? Even a Golden Core Stage cultivator would struggle to do so, unless they were a Nascent Soul cultivator.
That thought was quickly dismissed by Hong Yulong. If it were an Infant Period Cultivator, even a casual strike would have easily dealt with them. So why were they hiding in the shadows, unwilling to reveal themselves?
Zhang Chenglin closed his eyes and brought the flute to his lips, playing a well-known tune from the Moon Wheel Kingdom.
Hong Yulong remembered hearing that song before; it was called Lin Ke You Nu, telling a poignant tale of a man and a female ghost. Bu Luo couldn’t recall the details clearly; after all, who would pay attention to such trivial folk stories?
What scheme was Zhang Chenglin concocting? Hong Yulong turned to look at him. The fluttering of his garments and the rhythmic splashes of water accentuated Zhang Chenglin's elegance. The enchanting melody combined with his handsome features could easily captivate countless young girls. What was he trying to achieve by showing off?
Hong Yulong then heard footsteps approaching—more than one person. He turned again to see members from various factions beginning to retreat.
What were they afraid of? Following their terrified gazes, Hong Yulong looked up towards an angle above him.
Countless pale pink lights swirled in the air, initially chaotic but then converging into something sharp. One beam shot out from the crowd, slicing a scout in half at the waist.
Another beam streaked past Lu Chen Zhou, who suddenly sensed danger. Without caring for decorum, he jumped off the boat to evade the lethal light.
Emerging from the water, Lu Chen Zhou glanced towards where the lights converged. Countless erratic lines slowly formed into a rough outline of a figure, and he felt an unsettling sensation as he discerned that the face within those lines bore a smile.
No, with a smile, not just Lu Chen Zhou, but everyone in the venue felt the same way. However, how could those who were entangled in the threads see it differently?
No one thought it was unusual, yet some felt fear and dread. Despite having undergone rigorous selection and training by various powerful factions, when faced with the terrifying prospect of death, how many could remain calm?
Finally, someone could no longer endure the bizarre scene and the chilling smile of that person. They let out a desperate cry for help and fired a signal flare into the sky.
More people began to retreat; no one knew whom that strange figure would attack first. How could mere mortals withstand the assault of cultivators? Moreover, they were not ordinary cultivators.
A character appeared in the sky.
Those who had not retreated were calculating in their minds which sect this signal might represent. There were numerous sects in the World of Mortals—Zhi Xing Sect, Luo Zhi Pavilion, Zhi Kui Sect—too many to count. It was impossible to guess based solely on a single character.
Zhang Chenglin played Dong Yuxiao's tune, which had just revealed the hidden Chongming Guang. To everyone's shock, it made an immediate impact upon its emergence.
Lin Ke You Nu was not just any forest; she was certainly not a distant guest. In a tranquil place where beauty was concealed, how could one find her without a good melody? That tune combined with Zhang Chenglin's celestial arts became an effective method for locating her.
Hong Yulong, who had been staring at the box, suddenly felt inspired. He positioned his Jade Dragon Spear horizontally behind him, unsure of what he was guarding against, but he believed his instincts would not lead him astray.
Sure enough, with a sound, the Jade Dragon Spear precisely blocked a silver needle.
Hong Yulong took a deep breath, realizing someone else had arrived. Just as he turned around, a pale pink light shot straight toward his heart.
Without choosing to retract his spear, Hong Yulong thrust it toward Dongyi and soared into the air, narrowly evading the beam of light.
Hong Yulong twisted in mid-air, noticing a beam of light rushing towards him as if it were alive. With a resigned flick of his wrist, he aimed and fired, his precise marksmanship splitting the light into two.
However, to his surprise, two more beams of light shot towards him from different directions. As soon as he landed, Hong Yulong began to dodge frantically, unaware that if he shattered the beams again, even more might come at him.
Gan Yuan watched as Hong Yulong struggled to keep up with the onslaught. He wanted to lend a hand, but just as he was about to throw the Mountain Sea Fan, he heard Hong Yulong's shout.
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