In the dark night, under the eaves.

Two burly figures chased each other and fled, exchanging brief exchanges from time to time.

Bang!!

There was another muffled sound.

A breath surged out of Mocha Moru's chest and spit out from his mouth.

‘Limit breaking skill: Red Thread Cup!’

His hands seemed to be trembling in an instant, and he lifted them up, exploding at a speed far exceeding his level.

Wow!!

Two crossed red lines flashed past, forming a residual red cross in front of Zhang Rongfang.

This instantaneous burst of limit-breaking skills reached at least the seventh level of power in an instant.

It's just that he is faster, and Zhang Rongfang is faster.

The moment before the red line cross was formed, he tilted his head slightly and missed the cross by a hair.

Two red daggers suddenly passed in front of him. The tips of the highly poisonous daggers were only a few centimeters apart, and they could cut through his robes and injure his skin.

Taking advantage of the gap between the two daggers, Zhang Rongfang's eyes lit up slightly. His right arm suddenly moved from bottom to top, holding down the opponent's wrist, and turned it sideways like lightning.

Click!

ah!!!

Mocha Moru howled miserably, and stabbed Zhang Rongfang fiercely with the dagger in his other hand.

But it was also pinched with a click, folded outward, and disconnected on the spot.

This move is the killing move of the Flame Emperor Talisman, the Fire Without Salary.

"Your tricks have too many flaws..." Zhang Rongfang didn't even need to expend too much energy.

His right leg was slightly raised and suddenly seemed to disappear from where it was.

boom!!!

The whip leg was like a real whip, hitting Mocha Moru hard on the left side of his body.

He flew out on the spot and rolled dozens of times on the road in the middle of the street. He was covered in blood and lay motionless on his back.

All the bones in Mocha Moru's body seemed to have been shattered by this leg. His left arm, from elbow to arm, was all weirdly dented and twisted, as if there were no bones, just a long blood bag.

He kept his eyes wide open.

He didn't know how many times he thought he would die, but he never thought he would die so silently.

Still in this unknown late night...

"Flaw...hehe..."

When there is an obvious gap between speed and strength, no matter how perfect the original moves are, they will become full of flaws.

The gap between him and this person has reached this point.

I can't match my speed, I can't match my strength, and I can't even use poison...

"Can you let me go...?" Mocha Molu looked at Zhang Rongfang who was walking next to him, and forcefully squeezed out a sentence from his throat.

"Reason?" Zhang Rongfang looked down at him.

"Because..." Mocha Molu opened his mouth, and suddenly his vision went dark.

puff!!!

His head was kicked violently with a huge force.

At the same time, a poison dart he held in his other hand failed to disperse and fell to the ground.

Zhang Rongfang's expression remained unchanged, and he looked at Qing Su and others who were not far away and looked confused.

At this time, those members of the Black Cross Sect had all been cleared away.

"Congratulations, sir, on your victory!" Qing Su stepped forward and clasped her fists, looking at the corpse beside her in shock.

There was blood on her hands as well, which should have been left when she killed those people who escaped.

"This side of the Bai family caravan..."

Her question was actually very simple.

Several people in the caravan are likely to reveal their secrets, so the best way is to silence them directly.

In this world, only dead people will not reveal secrets.

But Zhang Rongfang unconsciously thought of the fragments of the previous statues.

Maybe even a dead person will reveal something.

And he couldn't bear to kill so many innocent people just because he kept it secret...

"Take them all away. Put them under house arrest first. What about the Yang family?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Zhao Tianming and Chixia are over there, so it shouldn't be a big problem. But what I'm afraid of is that the Black Ten Sect will send out others." Qing Su frowned.

"They have no chance."

Zhang Rongfang said calmly.

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Inside the Church of St. Raofa.

Annova gently wiped his father's spiritual tablet, walked to the window, looked up at the bright crescent moon outside, and memories of the past flashed through his mind.

"If I could give up the task at hand and come back as soon as possible... maybe..."

She suddenly felt that everything she had struggled for in her life became meaningless after her father died.

Without her family, no matter how strong she is, what's the point of holding a high position?

No one will be proud of her anymore.

No one will drink with her when she is frustrated.

No one will laugh boldly and tell her the glorious deeds of his youth...

Boom, boom, boom!

Suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door.

"Enter."

The door opened, and a masked cultist quickly walked in and knelt down on one knee.

"Altar Master! We suddenly lost contact with the Jiaozhou Gambling House. The brother who went to inspect has not come back yet! Something may have happened!"

"Mocha Moru is in charge personally, how could something happen?" Anova frowned.

Bang!!

Suddenly, a brilliant ball of fireworks rose into the sky outside the window, exploded, and turned into countless light spots like lotus flowers.

Anova turned around suddenly and looked at the fireworks.

"Is this...the sect's distress firework!? This pattern...is Mocha Moru!!"

Gu Zhao

She was shocked. With Mocha Moru's skills, if he even sent out fireworks to ask for help, that meant...

At the moment when she lost consciousness, the door behind her bulged, cracked, and exploded.

Bang!

A black shadow suddenly stepped in and grabbed at her like a sharp arrow.

Woo!!

A sharp sound like an eagle's cry echoed in the air.

‘Eagle Claw Kung Fu!?’

Annuo's scalp felt numb. He hurriedly stepped back while his chest contracted rapidly.

Wow!!

The sharp fingers like white jade grabbed her chest, cutting open the clothes like a blade, and making a smooth wound in the flesh inside.

Blood spurted out like a thread, before it even splashed onto the man.

Annova could no longer see the other party's figure.

Goosebumps appeared all over her body, and all her senses were raised to the limit.
To be continued...