Time reversed back to one minute ago.
Within the courtyard without bright light.
Door and windows of the house tightly shut, a figure in front of a fist-sized crystal ball, emitting a faint red glow, bent over and whispered in reply,
"... Yes, yes, no problem, I'll definitely bring back offerings of sufficient quality."
The red glow of the crystal ball dimmed.
The figure inside the house put it away and began to plan the next target of attack.
Orphans with excellent potential but not strong in power were his first choice. Pingliang had a total of three orphanages, and although one had been raided three days ago, the other two were currently under strict guard.
Provoking the Pingliang officials at this time was extremely dangerous.
But the figure didn't care in the slightest, as if he were in enemy territory at this very moment, with the entire Pingliang Security Bureau in pursuit, and he wasn't panicked at all.
'Those idiots, how could they possibly discover me? Even if they did, whether I want to leave or stay, who in the vast Pingliang could stop me?'
The corner of the figure's mouth curled up in the darkness, 'If it wasn't for the accidental encounter... it's unimaginable how vast the world really is.'
Glancing at his wrist to check the time, he prepared to leave and switch back to his public identity.
His steps halted, his head lifted to look towards the roof, as an almost imperceptible sound reached his ears.
The figure's expression changed slightly, "I didn't expect them to actually find this place; then don't blame me..."
His face turned fierce, the advanced rune battle blade given to him by the Doomsday Cult unsheathed at his waist, the bright silvery light of the blade slashing towards the person on the roof.
The first thing he saw was an Awakener wearing a black cloak and a Monk Sha mask.
'Not someone from the Security Bureau?'
The Cult Leader thought to himself, but his hand movements didn't stop.
Anyone who appeared in this courtyard, if not from the Doomsday Cult, could only be sent back into the embrace of Doomsday.
The blade light struck at another person.
The sharp blade clashed with a fist as smooth as jade, producing a sound like metal striking stone.
The Cult Leader's face changed.
The battle blade in his hand was known as a Divine Weapon. The rune blades formerly equipped by the Security Bureau were like paper compared to it.
With this advanced rune battle blade in hand, he could easily slice through even the thickest steel plates.
Yet, striking a mere fist, it hadn't even broken the skin.
Sun Yu used hands and feet together, engaging in close combat.
The sound of 'clang clang clang' echoed continuously through the night.
The old courtyard's buildings had already collapsed from the shockwaves of their initial clash.
The Cult Leader was entirely on the defensive.
His expression changed again and again.
'Who could this be? Could it be someone from the Ancestor Dragon Battle Group, a hidden super expert of Pingliang? No, that's not right. If it were Pingliang's encirclement, there would be more than just a few people, and they wouldn't need to wear cloaks to hide their identities. Who is it!'
Ten seconds had passed, and the two had exchanged over a hundred blows.
The Cult Leader caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, noticing the other four cloaked figures who might strike at any moment, knowing he could not continue .
He stopped swinging his blade and let out a loud shout. His short hair rapidly grew, and in the blink of an eye, his hair rose up like steel needles, growing longer and moving with the flexibility of snakes. Like countless threads, they jabbed at Sun Yu.
Sun Yu's expression changed slightly as he switched from punches to palm strikes, blocking the sharp hair aimed at his face.
As if being stabbed by sharp steel needles,
His completely jade-like palms still felt bursts of piercing pain.
The Cult Leader's aura exploded outward, sweeping through the surroundings like a gust of wind. His hair, which stretched over two to three meters, elongated once more, enveloping not only Sun Yu but also attacking Cai Jiajia and the others beside him.
He had the look of someone fighting for his life.
In the next instant, the hair aiming for the group snapped off as if a gecko had lost its tail, transforming from gliding sharp threads into steel needles that flew toward Sun Yu and the others.
Each needle had the power to pierce through ten millimeters of steel, and the frail bodies of human Awakeners stood no chance of defending against them.
With this move alone, even other Ninth Layer Experts would be instantly killed if they were not careful.
The Cult Leader was not intent on killing his enemies, however. After unleashing his big move, he leaped toward the other side of the courtyard.
"Hmph, if it weren't for the commotion being too great..." He looked back, wanting to see how many had died from his "Ten Thousand Needles" technique.
Just now, the person who had fought him—a cloaked figure with a monkey-faced mask, whose body was as smooth as jade—swung his arms and deflected many of the needles, while those that did hit him seemed to have little effect.
The Cult Leader had anticipated this, given that the masked man was a top-tier fighter who could go toe-to-toe with him.
But as for the others...
His eyes suddenly widened.
Some drew circles with their arms, from which Source Qi surged out to form a constantly rotating Shield, blocking all the steel needles.
Another cloaked figure had instantaneously moved over ten meters away, now beyond the range of the steel needles.