Chapter 122: Riding the Jiao into Battle
Chapter 122: Riding the Jiao into Battle
Mu Feng had spent nearly a month in the Rune Master Guild, gaining substantial benefits in both sigil and alchemy disciplines. But as he walked back toward the Mu estate one evening, he failed to notice the shadows trailing him from a distance.
It wasn't until his sharp instincts flared that he realized he was being followed. A quick glance from the corner of his eye confirmed the suspicion. Without hesitation, Mu Feng's body surged forward, leaping onto the rooftops and dashing away at breakneck speed.
"Pursue him!"
The shout came from one of six figures cloaked in black, who leapt onto the rooftops in swift pursuit.
These six assassins exuded powerful auras. As Mu Feng fled, Xiyue's voice rang in his mind:
"Five are at the Peak of the Purple Palace Realm. One is in the early Condensation Realm."
A cold glint flashed in Mu Feng's eyes. "Likely more of the Northern King's lackeys," he muttered, a sneer forming beneath his mask.
The assassins closed in rapidly. The leader, a short man wielding a black sword, gave an order. "Surround him!"
One of the assassins surged ahead, his sword gleaming as he stabbed toward Mu Feng like a bolt of lightning.
With a swift pivot, Mu Feng leapt backward, pulling several Golden Sword Sigils from his pouch. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled them toward the incoming assassin.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The sigils burst into golden blades of energy, slicing through the air with lethal precision.
"Argh!"
Caught off guard, the assassin was impaled by multiple sword lights. His body collapsed lifelessly, rolling off the roof and landing in the street below, causing onlookers to scream in alarm.
Mu Feng threw another handful of sigils toward the others, forcing them to scatter. The brilliant golden lights cut through the air, leaving arcs of destruction in their wake before dissipating.
"Encircle him!" the leader barked.
The remaining assassins split up, positioning themselves on rooftops around Mu Feng to cut off all escape routes.
Unfazed, Mu Feng pulled out a signal flare and fired it into the night sky. A crimson burst illuminated the heavens, forming the image of a blood-red qilin, its roar shaking the air.
"Finish him within three minutes!" the short man commanded coldly.
Four assassins charged simultaneously, their swords gleaming with killing intent.
Mu Feng stood his ground. As the first assassin lunged, Mu Feng tossed a Fireburst Sigil at him.
Boom!
The sigil exploded into a fiery inferno, forcing the attacker to retreat under a wave of searing heat.
"Kill!"
With a roar, Mu Feng launched himself toward another assassin. Channeling fiery energy from his core, he activated the Nine Inferno Fist, punching with explosive force.
"Inferno Impact!"
His fist ignited into a blaze of crimson flames, creating a fiery shockwave that rippled outward.
Clang!
The assassin raised his sword in defense, but the blade shattered under the force.
Boom!
Mu Feng's fiery punch struck the assassin's chest, blowing him apart and sending his remains flying from the rooftop.
Two more assassins charged, their blades gleaming in the moonlight.
Mu Feng sidestepped one slash, countering with two sharp jabs of golden energy from his fingertips. The Golden Needle Strike forced the attackers to stumble back.
But the short leader was already closing in, his sword emitting a green glow as it extended toward Mu Feng's throat.
Mu Feng narrowly evaded the strike and countered with a sweeping arc of his Black Iron Saber, clashing against the leader's sword.
Clang!
The collision sent tremors through the rooftop. The sheer force of the strike shattered tiles beneath Mu Feng's feet, forcing him to retreat a few steps.
"Tiger Fury Blade Art!"
Roaring, Mu Feng summoned golden energy into his blade, releasing a ferocious slash. A spectral tiger materialized from the golden arc, lunging at the leader with a thunderous roar.
The leader's expression turned grim. He poured his energy into his sword, unleashing a sharp green arc to meet the tiger head-on.
Boom!
The rooftop erupted in a burst of energy, sending debris flying. Both fighters staggered back, blood dripping from their mouths.
But as the remaining assassins lunged at Mu Feng again, a white flash burst from his chest.
A deafening roar filled the air as Xiaotian, the white flood dragon, emerged, its body coiling protectively around Mu Feng.
Xiaotian, twenty meters long and as thick as a water barrel, bared its fangs. Its crimson mane glowed ominously, and its golden eyes burned with fury.
The assassins' blades struck Xiaotian's scales but failed to leave even a scratch.
With a single swipe of its tail, the dragon sent one assassin hurtling through the air, his bones shattering audibly.
"It's a spirit flood dragon!" one of the remaining assassins cried in terror.
Xiaotian roared again, gathering fiery energy in its maw before unleashing it as a blazing fireball.
Boom!
The explosion obliterated another assassin, reducing him to ashes and collapsing part of the rooftop.
"Retreat!"
The leader, now pale-faced, barked the order. Grabbing the sole remaining assassin, he turned and fled.
But Mu Feng, standing atop Xiaotian, wasn't about to let them escape. He raised his blade, channeling his energy into a golden arc, and slashed downward.
Swish!
The arc cleaved through the night, slicing the last assassin in half before he could escape.
The short leader darted into the crowded streets below, vanishing into the shadows of the night.
Hovering in midair atop Xiaotian, Mu Feng sheathed his blade, his blood-red eyes scanning the dark streets below.
Pedestrians stood frozen in awe, their gazes fixed on the white dragon and the snow-haired youth standing upon it.
Who is he?
What kind of power does he wield?
Their whispers were silenced as several streaks of light pierced the sky, signaling the arrival of powerful reinforcements. The oppressive aura of Condensation Realm experts descended from above, surrounding the scene.
The night was far from over.