Kou Zhong hurriedly helped Jiang Dali carry the golden knife, the Heavenly Sword, and other weapons, jumping down from the Demon Hawk. He followed closely by his side, looking every part the devoted servant bearing swords.
"Demonic Saber Ding Peng? And another hero? They’re both at Lu Mountain at this time? I have no idea what this guy is coming for."
Lu Xiaofeng murmured to himself.
The group followed Boss Gao along a mountain path.
It wasn’t long before they could see a thatched cottage deep in the forest ahead.
Two lean figures, both light on their feet like civet cats, emerged from the shade of the trees in the distance.
These two had been undetected by even Lu Xiaofeng and Kou Zhong before they stepped out, as if they did not exist. Only Jiang Dali, with his Spiritual Sense from the Heavenly Human Realm, had faintly sensed them.
Lu Xiaofeng and Kou Zhong both showed a slight change in expression, vigilant and surprised as they glanced at the two men, silently surmising that their identities might very well be the assassins cultivated by Boss Gao of the Joyful Forest.
Jiang Dali glanced at Xiao He and Meng Xinghun as they emerged from the tree shade, his gaze cold and solid, filled with intimidation, causing both men to shiver inwardly and put away their last trace of probing.
Even someone as arrogant as Xiao He did not dare to show his arrogance in front of Jiang Dali.
Because he was a smart man, he knew very well who their new leader was and who had given them the sword manual for the Life-taking Thirteen Swords.
In the Martial World, might made right, and the one who paid the most was the master. Assassins are human too, needing food, water, and women, not being able to live without money.
Inside the thatched cottage.
Ding Peng, with his ordinary-looking features, stood serenely in front of a long corridor within the thatched cottage, a sheathed saber hanging lightly at his waist. The black, curved scabbard bore the verse "One Night Listening to Spring Rain in a Small Tower," filled with a frighteningly demonic power.
Standing at a sixty-degree angle to him was another person,
with brows slanted back into his temples and deep, profound, ambitious eyes.
Such eyes bore a striking resemblance to those of Li Chenzhou.
He was also a kindred spirit of Li Chenzhou, with a sword likewise strapped to his back.
Three feet and seven inches long, the ancient scabbard bore the engraved character "Long Song."
Both men had stood there for some time, always staring down the empty, endless corridor, as if they were mad, crazy, or bewitched, yet their eyes occasionally gleamed with clarity.
Suddenly, at this moment, both of their bodies shivered, as their Qi Mechanisms faintly sensed an extremely threatening and aggressive domineering presence approaching, even very close, just outside the cottage.
Ding Peng squinted his eyes, noticing the surrounding auras, none of which were weak, and smiled thinly, "He indeed isn’t one willing to wait, what a pity."
The man with the slanting brows clenched his teeth with suppressed anger, "Even if he doesn’t come, I’ll go looking for him!"
Ding Peng said, "You’ve just broken through, and with your Forget Love Heaven Book Power, you’re still no match for him."
The man was about to reply.
When suddenly, with a thud,
the cottage trembled.
The door did not open.
But a wall was directly smashed open, creating a human-shaped gateway, revealing the light streaming in from outside.
A broad-shouldered, robust man’s figure stepped through, blocking much of the light, striding in with his head held high. Beneath his bushy eyebrows, a pair of wild eyes flashed through the darkness like two bolts of lightning, illuminating the cottage.
A cold and authoritative voice sounded,
"How coincidental, that I should find the two of you in this shabby hut!"
(Requesting monthly tickets and recommendation tickets! This Chapter is over four thousand words, and I’ll update more later tonight. I did a live writing session on a certain platform today, haha)