This was clearly an attempt to kill Bai Zihe!
"Hmph!"
Bai Zihe let out a cold snort and prepared to rush in.
"Crack!"
"Crack, crack..."
Just then, a second door suddenly appeared before him!
What he had just broken was merely a door used for ordinary tourists. This one, however, was the real barrier meant to stop experts with malicious intent like himself!
Though it seemed like a long explanation, all these changes happened in the blink of an eye.
Bai Zihe…
Before him stood a security door made of unknown material.
Behind him, a barrage of poisoned arrows and various hidden weapons, imbued with a chilling killing intent, sought to end his life on the spot!
In the brief moment he was stunned.
The cold iron arrow arrived behind Bai Zihe.
The biting cold.
The sharp killing intent.
There was nowhere to hide, no blind spot.
It had to be said, the attacker from behind had chosen the perfect moment to strike.
This scene.
For anyone else, it would have been a certain death!
But for Bai Zihe…
"Buzz!"
He turned with a cold smile, raising one hand to the sky.
Simultaneously.
A brilliant radiance illuminated the entire night sky. The intense light enveloped Bai Zihe, leaving no gaps.
It was like…
A thick and seamless cocoon of light.
"Bang!"
"Crash!"
"Rumble!"
The next moment, various hidden weapons struck the light cocoon!
Violent explosions…
Bizarre toxins…
Sharp arrowheads…
All were blocked outside, unable to penetrate even a tiny bit.
In fact… the light cocoon didn't even ripple, as if countless ants had crashed into an elephant, standing firm and unmoving, as stable as a mountain.
This was one of the greatly exaggerated abilities Bai Zihe had gained after consuming Hell's Blood.
Grandmaster level cultivators could already project their vital energy outwards.
The current Bai Zihe…
With such means, he could defend against even many heavy-duty thermal weapons!
"Which petty rogue dares to play dirty tricks from behind?"
Bai Zihe's cold eyes stared into the void, letting out an angry roar that carried far into the night, startling the crows into flight.
"Swish, swish…"
"Rustle, rustle, rustle…"
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…"
Countless footsteps emerged from the shadows.
Bai Zihe's vision was now filled with hundreds, even thousands, of Ying people.
These Ying people wore pure white clothing, reminiscent of the Han and Tang dynasties of Great Xia. Their foreheads were bound with purple, yellow, and white silk scarves.
Some exuded an aura as elusive as the wind.
Some possessed an aura as robust as mountains.
Some had an aura as chilling as hell.
Without exception.
They were all martial arts masters, likely the equivalents of ancient martial artists from Great Xia in the Ying nation.
"Great Xia person…"
The leader, with a purple silk scarf around his head.
He stepped forward, his triangular eyes fixed on Bai Zihe, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips: "Kneel and beg for mercy now, and we'll give you a quick death."
As he uttered the first word.
His figure instantly vanished from his original spot, leaving only a fading afterimage.
Each subsequent word was delivered in a semi-circular arc, encircling Bai Zihe from various directions, making it impossible to discern his true location.
"Otherwise…"
"At my speed, killing you will be like slaughtering pigs and dogs!"
All martial arts in the world.
Nothing is unbreakable, only speed is invincible!
And he had cultivated his speed to the extreme, covering a thousand miles in the blink of an eye, making him impossible to guard against, and one could be silently beheaded without warning.
"Whoosh!"
"Swish, swish!"
"Fwoosh, fwoosh, fwoosh!"
As he began to move.
The other Ying ancient martial artists also began to showcase their speed.
Each of them, trailing long afterimages, weaved and darted back and forth within Bai Zihe's line of sight.
It was dazzling.
And it made one's heart tremble with fear, wondering when their head might be taken off!
"…"
Bai Zihe's heart remained calm, he even felt like laughing.
Were these "nice day" Ying ancient martial artists all fools? Such idiotic behavior was simply laughable.
"Scared?"
The Ying ancient martial artist with the purple scarf, seeing Bai Zihe standing still, not daring to make a move, and even forgetting to dodge, became even more reckless.
His voice, filled with malice, now carried a hint of mockery.
"I am Yamaguchi Ryuichi of the Kaya Guild of Great Ying. I have killed no less than a thousand Great Xia ancient martial artists!"
"You are afraid of me… there is no shame in that."
Yamaguchi Ryuichi was utterly arrogant.
He was excited.
And he savored it even more.
He savored the despair and helplessness of his prey, the powerless death of his prey as it struggled!
And now, he was about to once again enjoy Bai Zihe's final moments!
However…
As soon as his voice fell.
"Slap!"
A palm, appearing from nowhere, sent him spinning around.
The force was so great.
That as he spun, a small whirlwind swirled around him, raging outwards.
He spun until he was dizzy and frothing at the mouth before slowly coming to a stop.