Imperial Treasure-Chapter 1074 - 638: The Other Person (Part 2)

There was dead silence on the fifth floor with Wang Tong and others.

Is this kid also with that swordsman?

And that woman just now...

She was so cool and handsome, completely challenging their perception of all women in the world.

Meanwhile, on the sixth floor, Sui Yi fighting with Yuwen Shi also saw Hell’s Wan Ge flying up.

Sui Yi lured the master who was guarding Wei Zhenzhen, letting Hell’s Wan Ge handle the rescue attack; they had this mutual understanding, though neither expected Yuwen Huaji to have such grand plans.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The Dripping Bamboo Tapper in the corner of the room signaled that the time had come.

The time for Classical Chinese Taoist Song had arrived!

Shong Xiufang slightly closed her eyes.

She suddenly spoke.

"The affairs of the world, today’s agenda, let it begin."

The fighting on the sixth and seventh floors was out of sight for them, hence the agenda.

Everyone took their seats.

In an instant, they were silent.

An elegant and serious aura emanated from their bodies, indicating that regardless of external turmoil, civilization should not be broken.

Seventh floor.

Hell’s Wan Ge jumped directly from the eagle, swinging a scythe...

Crash!

The window was ripped open straightforwardly; Hell’s Wan Ge jumped inside, not yet landing when two Yuwen clan masters jointly slashed with swords!

Raised her leg, her long leg sliced like a blade!

Bang! Bang!

Their waists severed just like that!

With a flick of her wrist, a slice with the knife, swoosh!

Heads rolled!

Turning around, her fingers united, a stab, splat!

The heart shattered!

The world’s top assassin Hell’s Wan Ge, even a strand of hair could kill!

Not to mention her legs and hands, which were the most formidable killing machines.

One slash per person, each step a kill, sometimes a double kill, as the seventh floor echoed with tragic cries that had a certain rhythm.

While people on the street watched in shock as one Yuwen clan master after another was slaughtered like tofu, creating a bloody path.

While heads and bodies continuously fell from the seventh floor, the fifth-floor people were in the agenda.

Although Wang Tong and others appeared calm, inside they bitterly smiled, for this was undoubtedly the bloodiest Classical Chinese Taoist Song they had ever experienced.

The sixth floor people were mostly petrified.

The little monk was knocking on the wooden fish, constantly shaking his head.

Kou Zhong, fleeing wildly through the interconnected passages on the fifth floor, was also stunned.

What the hell is going on upstairs?

Slaughter by a killer god on the seventh floor.

The sixth floor, Yuwen Shi and Yuwen Huaji terrified.

"Is that woman the other minor grandmaster you mentioned?" Yuwen Shi asked Yuwen Huaji.

"Yes! But I never thought she would..."

Yuwen Huaji was at a loss for words, astonished not only by the woman, but also by the swordsman before him!

"No worries, there’s Shong Wannian upstairs, capable of killing her!"

"As for this person, I can also kill him! Step aside!"

Yuwen Shi was brimming with murderous intent, confident beyond measure, while Yuwen Huaji didn’t wish to linger here, having been defeated multiple times by Sui Yi and narrowly escaping death, leaving quite a psychological shadow.

"Alright!"

Yuwen Huaji retreated into the balcony door.

Sui Yi glanced at him.

After that glance, her wrist suddenly turned.

The qi within her surged violently.

Yuwen Huaji’s back instantly felt icy, his complexion swiftly changing.

Could it be... she hadn’t been exerting her full strength before?

Meanwhile, on the seventh floor!

The corridor was strewn with corpses, blood stained the walls.

At one end, Hell’s Wan Ge appeared composed, her robe untouched by blood, and at the other, she saw a man.

A man who held a beautiful girl’s hands with one hand, a scimitar at his waist, cold eyes fixed on her.

Indeed, the very master who had previously rescued Yuwen Huaji.

Sui Yi mentioned he was quite formidable.

It seemed now... Indeed.

Hell’s Wan Ge sensed that her qi mechanism was silently locked, yet she couldn’t grasp the opponent’s aura.

Such a strange individual, seemingly using unconventional mental methods in this world; their strength was different, hence her inability to apprehend.

So then... Is it possible to fight?

"Shong Wannian, sir"

The Yuwen clan masters, having been thoroughly defeated by Hell’s Wan Ge, saw Shong Wannian as their savior and hurried forward.

Shong Wannian’s expression was composed; he said indifferently: "Keep an eye on her"

Referring to Wei Zhenzhen.

Hell’s Wan Ge also saw Wei Zhenzhen, feeling nothing special as her appearance, temperament, or any aspect couldn’t compare to anyone around Sui Yi in modern times.

Naturally, she didn’t reach a level worthy of recognition.

However, she seemed a bit strange.

At this moment, Wei Zhenzhen’s expression was blank, her complexion pale, extraordinarily weak, unable to focus her gaze on Hell’s Wan Ge.

Hell’s Wan Ge furrowed her brow, looked towards this Shong Wannian; just hearing the name, she, like Sui Yi, certainly couldn’t recognize this person’s background.

But there’s no need to recognize.

She gripped the edge of the scythe blade with her fingers, said nothing, then gathered her qi....

"In the Central Plains, there shouldn’t be such a path of slaughter as yours; are you with the Turks or Goryeo?" Shong Wannian’s temperament was cold and profound, firm as a rock, speaking only out of real curiosity. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

No idea what ghost you’re talking about.

Do you know the American capitalist empire?

Hell’s Wan Ge couldn’t even be bothered to respond, slightly compressing her lips, she moved the scythe.

Knife up!

Seeing this, Shong Wannian released Wei Zhenzhen, handing her over to the Yuwen clan, a step forward, scimitar out!

As the scimitar faced the scythe,

Knife speed, knife brilliance, knife edge!

All were exhilaratingly howling open.... though just a moment...

Boom!

Hell’s Wan Ge was blasted back, was she knocked flying out the window?

To be precise, she landed a backflip, stepping into midair, landing on the seventh-floor balcony, her palm grasped the railing as she assumed a half-kneel.

The seventh floor is indeed not low,

That ruthless, unrestrainedly slaughterous woman was finally repelled with one strike by Shong Wannian! (to be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)