Under the moonlight, twenty or so figures surrounded Qin Tian and his companions, the atmosphere was tense and heavy, ready to explode at any moment.

Allen clenched his fists, his eyes fixed on the red-haired brute, squeezing his words through gritted teeth:

"Where are Luo Xiu and Vivian?"

"Those two~"

The corner of the red-haired brute's mouth curved into a cold arc: "Naturally, they were taken away by the guild to interrogate the whereabouts of the underground spiritual spring. Allen, you should thank us, if the guild hadn't found this place, I'm afraid your companions would have become corpses long before you returned."

Hearing this, Allen's fists clenched with a cracking sound, his eyes burning with murderous intent.

In order to extract the location of the underground spiritual spring, even if the Black Cloud Commerce Association temporarily maintained Luo Xiu and Vivian's injuries, the subsequent methods would undoubtedly be cruel.

"Allen, come back with me obediently, maybe your companions can suffer less." The red-haired brute said casually.

Allen did not respond, only staring coldly at the red-haired brute, winds swirling around him, and on his exposed palms appeared blue scales, with nails becoming long and sharp like dragon claws.

Seeing this, the red-haired brute snorted coldly:

"Stubborn fool, attack!"

As soon as the red-haired brute's words fell, the twenty or so figures lunged forward like hungry wolves, the flickering of blades under the moonlight instantly shattered the night's silence.

The red-haired brute hoisted the giant axe from his back and charged at Allen first, the axe slicing through the air with a whistling sound, as if it would cleave the very air, its momentum ferocious.

The edge of the massive axe blade shimmered with a molten red glow, clearly infused with a considerable amount of spiritual energy, the power astonishing.

Allen dared not face it head-on, his figure flickered, dodging to the side like a specter, the wind at his feet kicking up fine sand and gravel.

His speed was astounding, leaving afterimages under the moonlight, at the same time reaching out with his blue-scaled dragon claw, aiming at the red-haired brute's wrist.

Three others quickly closed in, one wielding a sword, another holding a spear, and the other swinging dual hammers, coordinating seamlessly to cut off Allen's retreat.

Their skills were not weak, their moves ruthless, clearly seasoned fighters.

But Allen, relying on extreme speed, wove between the four, each swing of the dragon claw accompanied by a sound of slicing through air, sharp nails leaving deep marks on their weapons, forcing them to proceed with utmost caution.

On the other side, the remaining black-clothed men attacked Xiong, The Poisonous Widow, and Qin Tian.

Xiong roared, muscles bulging, the black robe over his body burst apart, revealing his half-beastman features.

He neither dodged nor flinched, taking a blow head-on, retaliating with a punch that sent the black-clothed man flying like a cut kite, crashing into a distant rock, lifeless.

Xiong's fists carried immense force, unstoppable, each punch able to lay out an enemy, leaving no one daring to approach.

The Poisonous Widow seemed elegant yet deadly, her movements ghostly, fingertips flicking out wisps of faint purple poison gas.

The poison gas appeared weak, but its toxicity was exceptionally potent. A black-clothed man accidentally inhaled a trace, his face turning purple as he clutched his throat, collapsing to the ground, convulsing briefly before falling silent.

This scene filled the other black-clothed men with dread, they held their breath, cautiously avoiding the area around The Poisonous Widow, their attacks becoming hesitant.

After the first exchange, several were severely injured or even killed.

What!

Upon witnessing the skirmish beside him, the red-haired brute's expression changed.

It should be known, to capture this slippery Allen, the guild dispatched him along with three other Tier Five experts, and seven Tier Four, the rest all at least Tier Three.

With such an arrangement, even if Allen were more cunning, he couldn't escape their net.

But unexpectedly, when Allen fell into their well-laid trap, three new faces appeared by his side.

And the man and woman in action, their abilities were certainly above Tier Five.

"Again like this..."

The red-haired brute gritted his teeth, Allen was like the favored child of the goddess of fortune, always escaping their clutches with bizarre twists.

This time, what seemed like an infallible setup sprouted unexpected variables again.

No, this time, he must not escape.

The red-haired brute's gaze turned sinister, Allen was too abnormal, so much so that he and the guild seniors felt a degree of fear. If they couldn't eliminate Allen this time, who knew how much trouble he'd cause for the guild in the future.

Thinking to this point, the red-haired brute glanced sideways, the giant man and woman were powerful, but that black-haired boy remained inactive, seemingly being protected by the two.

In this light, this young man seemed to be the core of the three, and his combat strength must not be high. If they could take him down, it would force the giant man and woman out of the fight, allowing them to focus on dealing with Allen.

With this thought, the red-haired brute shook off Allen's entanglement, charging at Qin Tian.

"Watch out!!!"

Seeing this, Allen was appalled, wanting to intercept the red-haired brute but was tied down by those around him, unable to break free.

Seeing the red-haired brute change targets, the remaining black-clothed men immediately drew formation tightly, enclosing Xiong and The Poisonous Widow in an impenetrable web of blade and spear, clearly determined not to let the two approach Qin Tian.

Yet to their surprise, neither seemed inclined to aid him, in fact, the bewitching woman's face bore a mocking smile.

The red-haired brute's speed was faster than expected, the giant axe dragging afterimages as it cleaved through the night wind, the vortex of spiritual energy on the axe edge caused the air to whimper, the brute himself charging like an uncontrollable battering ram at Qin Tian, his fierce momentum seemed to almost shatter the surrounding moonlight.

Upon seeing this, Qin Tian slightly raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold arc.

Do they think of me as an easy target?​

You sure know how to pick your opponent~

Perfect, I'll use you to test my swordsmanship after my formless exercise.

At the moment Qin Tian grasped the hilt, spiritual energy surged through his right arm like a tidal wave, bones emanating a deep dragon's roar, cold light emerged on the Black Frost, energizing all four enchantment powers, a domineering Sword Intent erupted abruptly.

In an instant, everyone present felt as if their skin was being scraped by countless thin blades, exposed flesh welling with fine beads of blood, as if the whole person was tossed into a rotating wheel of purgatory, even breathing carried a painful tearing sensation.

At this moment, it seemed like all the lights in the world were drawn into that unsheathed long blade.

Boom!

The moment the Thunder Saber was unsheathed, it was not the clear cry of a dragon, but an ear-splitting thunderclap.

The ghostly purple lightning crawled along the blade like a living thing, instantly surged to several lengths of thunder light, where the Sword Qi passed, the air was torn into twisted ripples, even the moonlight was shattered into pieces.

The red-haired brute's pupils contracted acutely, before the giant axe even reached midway, it was nailed in place by the terrifying pressure within the thunder light, squeezing out a terrified hiss from his throat.

But everything was too late—Qin Tian's blade was faster than the limits of human sight, everyone only saw a brilliant thunder light pouring like a galaxy, with a domineering force that incinerated everything, flashing past the red-haired brute's waist.

There was no earth-shattering clash, only the charred smell of flesh instantly carbonized diffusing in the wind.

The red-haired brute remained in the axe-swinging posture, frozen in place, the spirit energy vortex on the axe edge collapsed abruptly.

In the next moment, his upper body suddenly slanted leftward, blood mixed with viscera poured down like a waterfall, splattering onto the ground, forming a bubbling blood pit.

Not until the upper half fell heavily did he manage a half-muffled whimper from his throat, his remaining eyes dead-locked on the still sparking Thunder Saber in Qin Tian's hand, filled with fear everlasting unto death.

The thunder light slowly receded, Qin Tian stood with his saber downcast, the lightning on the blade dripping blood beads onto the ground, scorching smoking holes.

He lightly blew off the nonexistent bloodstains on the blade, his gaze sweeping over the stunned black-clothed men, the smile on his lips colder than the moonlight.

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