As soon as Bai Wuchang finished speaking, all the cultivators surrounding Lin Tian charged forward together.

Twenty middle-level martial artists, and two high-level martial artists.

This lineup can be considered quite formidable.

Naokawa Kumashiro, who previously died at Lin Tian’s hands, was a middle-level martial artist. Lin Tian, back when he wasn’t yet a martial artist, had a hard time dealing with him.

Now, facing twenty middle-level martial artists plus two high-level martial artists at once, Lin Tian’s odds aren’t great.

What made Lin Tian most uneasy was that Hei Wuchang stood aside like a black tower.

No one knows when he would strike, but it’s certain that if he does, it’ll be a fatal blow!

Whoosh~ whoosh~ whoosh...

As over twenty cultivators moved, their figures turned black, and the sounds they made were like the wind.

All of them seemed to have merged into nature.

Cultivators are a very mature martial arts system from Sakula Country; their training is tedious but effective.

The combat uniforms they wear are also significant; those unfamiliar with them would never know what’s hidden in their clothes but these can play crucial roles at critical moments.

They had surrounded Lin Tian in the center now; some squatted on the stone bridge’s railing, others hid in the darkness.

These twenty-two people had clear roles; most took advantage of the night to hide. Without Lin Tian’s x-ray vision, it would indeed be difficult to find where these cowardly turtle-like people were hiding.

This might be their formidable trait: they can hide like ghosts and then, when striking, drift out like ghosts again.

At the moment, the only ones exposed were the two high-level martial artists, standing openly in front of Lin Tian with hands behind their backs, in a very conceited posture.

"Heh, you cultivators are nothing special. A bunch of coward turtles, none of you are as brave as Naokawa Kumashiro, at least he dared face me head-on."

Lin Tian said disdainfully, but his entire body was already tense, cautious.

He was sure that he was already within these cultivators’ array. If they launched an attack, he would find it difficult to escape!

The short-haired high-level martial artist standing in front of Lin Tian said indifferently, "You are of use to Mr. Wuchang now; that’s the only reason you’re still alive. If you had lost your worth, you’d likely be a cold corpse by now."

Lin Tian licked his lips, hands behind his back, and said, "Why don’t you try then."

"Ignorant brat!" The other long-haired high-level martial artist cursed coldly, no longer looking at Lin Tian, as if he were already a dead man.

"Lin Tian," Bai Wuchang called, "Now are you aware of your situation? I advise you to obediently tell me your secret; otherwise, your woman will suffer even more."

As he spoke, Bai Wuchang wielded the knife in his hand and carved a delicate petal on Liou Qingcheng’s face.

As the blade cut into Liou Qingcheng’s skin, it made a ’pup-pup’ sound, and blood instantly flowed out.

Liou Qingcheng still gritted her teeth tightly, pain scrunching up her facial features.

At this moment, Bai Wuchang would take a cloth and gently wipe her wounds. Besides wiping away the blood, the cloth contained medicine to quickly stop the bleeding.

Bai Wuchang didn’t want Liou Qingcheng to die from excessive blood loss; it would be such a waste.

"Bastard! You’re courting death!"

Lin Tian’s forehead veins throbbed with anger, and he charged forward again.

As soon as Lin Tian moved, several cultivators sprung from the darkness.

They were all hidden beforehand, some concealed on the stone bridge’s railing, some flew up using silver threads, and others hid where even moonlight couldn’t reach.

Lin Tian’s movement exposed them all.

Left and right, behind and above him, those middle-level martial artists all attacked without a sound.

The weapons in their hands varied: knives, claws, and hidden weapons.

What caught Lin Tian off guard most was their ghostly figures, seemingly merged with the night, elusive and difficult to detect.

Lin Tian hurriedly retreated three steps, dodging several hidden weapons and several potential fatal injuries.

But their attack wasn’t over yet; four more cultivators charged if Lin Tian didn’t have x-ray vision, he wouldn’t notice them, however, Lin Tian’s x-ray eyes were the bane of their ghostly figures.

"Ha..."

Lin Tian flipped backward, grabbed a cultivator’s shoulder behind him, his ten fingers dug into the collarbone, and shielded the front.

Only the sounds "pup-pup-pup..."

The continuous sounds of five hidden weapons inserted separately into the head, heart, and leg of the cultivator.

Each hidden weapon packed considerable power, breaking into the flesh three inches deep, severing the arteries, and blood instantly gushed out.

At this time, the two high-level martial artists exchanged a glance and moved simultaneously.

The slender katana in the hands of the two cultivators became much lighter; a slash left multiple afterimages, making it impossible to tell which one was real.

Their moves weren’t singular; they displayed their maximum power amidst the middle-level martial artists’ coordination.

At this time, those middle-level martial artists also sprang. They used weapons to restrict Lin Tian’s speed and movement range.

This is the power of their array: they trapped Lin Tian, and then the two strongest high-level martial artists unleashed their hands!

At this moment, no one noticed Lin Tian’s eyes had turned red. It was a crimson red, extremely alluring.

Only Lin Tian, as agile as a wandering dragon, dodged those hidden weapons easily, moving erratically.

"How is this possible! How can one person’s speed be this fast!" Someone muttered in disbelief, lowly.

Even Hei Wuchang, standing aside watching the battle, had his eyes flash. "This is his power when unleashed...he didn’t disappoint me after all."

Suddenly, two ghostly middle-level martial artists charged out, entangled from behind Lin Tian, grappling with him.

This is to provide time for those two high-level martial artists.

"Ah..."

However...the two middle-level martial artists didn’t restrain Lin Tian at all; instead, their wrists got broken, emitting a clear, painful cry.

In a smooth motion, Lin Tian drew a katana from a middle-level martial artist’s waist and rushed towards the two high-level martial artists.

"Capture the king first to catch the thieves!"

"Courting death!"

The two high-level martial artists didn’t expect Lin Tian to be so arrogant, to counterattack first.

With a thunderous shout, the long-haired martial artist wielded the sword and chopped down, yet Lin Tian’s figure, a sway, miraculously disappeared!

"Where is he?" The two high-level martial artists exchanged a glance, eyes filled with shock. They were supposed to be the cultivators, but Lin Tian was hidden; this only showed his ’stealth’ technique was superior!

"How is this possible?"

Just when the two were unresponsive, Lin Tian suddenly appeared behind them! 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Hand raises, knife falls!

Crack!

With this slash, from the Baihui Acupoint at the top of the short-haired martial artist’s head, cut all the way to her hip, spiritual power gathered on the blade, chopped through her spine, and claimed her damn life!