Beginning with the Ubume Bird - Chapter 135

Chapter 135: Chapter 34 Concealed

In honesty, neither Li Yan nor Wushan had paid attention to Pei Yunhu’s move.

The General Cat of Wushan, with an Awakening Degree of 52%, Bai Ze of Zhao Xin, with an Awakening Degree of 49%, even Pei Yunhu, who had perfected his Kui inheritance through the Imperial College, had leaped to an Awakening Degree of 48% based on his previous accumulations.

If faced with attackers from both sides, Li Yan would indeed have died on the spot.

With Li Yan dead, Wushan wouldn’t have had much strength left, watching “Bai Ze” swiftly escape, it would be too impossible to entangle with the fierce and powerful Pei Yunhu anymore.

With some luck, they might score a double kill.

Revenge would finally be served by their own hands!

But there was one thing Pei Yunhu had not pondered thoroughly from the start.

Compared to the imperial edict that could be seen but not used, Wushan cared more about the imminent Bai Ze inheritance.

And the Nine-Winged Sudu also held a non-negligible place in Li Yan’s heart.

Neither wanted to fight!

Aside from not wanting to give their enemy the chance to launch a surprise attack, their mutual stubbornness and the fact they were evenly matched meant neither wanted to give in first.

The spear tip and the dazzling colors brushed past each other!

An object flew out from within the dazzling colors; the Tiger Head Great Spear appeared mighty but was not very powerful, as the spear tip flicked the Jade Axis Brocade to one side, with Li Yan shifting his footing.

The two simultaneously made way for each other,

Li Yan headed for Nine-Winged Sudu, while Wushan pondered chasing down Zhao Xin.

That raised the question…

Pei Yunhu’s knuckle-duster aimed for Li Yan’s back, planning to strike him down while the two were fighting.

In the end, they both skillfully dodged each other, even exchanging a look in the air.

“I’m letting you off this time; next time we meet, you won’t have the chance to run.”

“If I weren’t in a rush, do you think you could win if we continued fighting?”

Wushan retracted his gaze resentfully and bumped face-to-face with Pei Yunhu…

Pei Yunhu was stunned.

Wasn’t it supposed to be “you won’t get away either!” “I’ll find another way!” “Then stop wasting words!”?

What’s the meaning of this between you two?

You’ve noticed me!?

With that thought, the Pei Yunhu shrouded in swirling ink let his ferocity erupt, with his knuckle-duster covered in various strange small seals, he hammered toward the unsuspecting Wushan’s chest.

Wushan spat out a mouthful of blood, astonished and furious; behind him, the four flags of the General Cat blazed fiercely, the flames shot through with streaks of bloody ripples.

A fist enveloped in the power of the four colors broke through the ink, smashing into Pei Yunhu’s face, and splinters lodged into Pei Yunhu’s eyelids, blood splattering everywhere!

But the black small seals burrowed en masse into Wushan’s wound, causing agony so intense it almost split the drunkard’s eyes.

He kicked Pei Yunhu away with one foot, a mix of surprise, anger, and confusion surging within him.

After running only a few steps, a light bulb went off in Wushan’s head, and he immediately felt as if he understood all the causes and effects. Turning his head furiously toward Li Yan, his voice full of sudden realization and sorrow, he bellowed:

“Bravo, Li Yan, bravo, Pei Yunhu, what an excellent drama you’ve played! You two have fooled everyone and set up a grand strategic move!”

The four fiery trails behind him surged as he fled in disarray.

Li Yan, upon hearing the commotion behind, raised his arm subconsciously to swing the Tiger Head Great Spear back, but there was no sound, only Wushan’s voice filled with sorrow and anger.

By the time he turned around, all he saw were the fading flames of Wushan’s flight and Pei Yunhu, bent over clutching his nose, blood dripping through his fingers.

Li Yan had only heard Pei Yunhu’s voice before, but it didn’t prevent him from recognizing Pei Yunhu.

It must be said, Pei Yunhu’s voice and bearing were very similar, both exuding an air of elegance laced with a touch of cold harshness and ferocity.

Not to mention the hints from the hunter.

Pei Yunhu slowly looked up, their gazes colliding in the air.

His situation wasn’t good; his protective ink cloud had been scattered by Wushan and couldn’t gather quickly.

Li Yan’s complexion was waxen yellow; he was soaked through as if he had been hauled out of water.

Black Rider Ghost had limited abilities; he was good at handling firearms with his power of kinetic damage immunity, but against a formidable walker, he might not be of much help.

The Gu Huo Bird with plentiful feathers and arms wrapped around itself had long since vanished. Li Yan had released “Hidden Flight,” and Pei Yunhu stood motionless; Li Yan was also happy to recover his strength.

“Tap~”

Pei Yunhu took a step forward, crushing the maple leaf underfoot into powder.

Li Yan gripped the spear shaft, the great spear in his hand rising like an angry dragon. Suddenly, his chest warmed up.

A surge of green torrent burst forth, and the woman stepped out, wearing high heels and a beige ladies’ suit, emanating an indescribable, melodious charm.

It was like a smear of blue-green ink amidst mountains.

Blood-red maple leaves fluttered down

Today at Xiangshan, drenched in a torrent of red.

“…”

Pei Yunhu sniffed and spread his hands, retreating a few steps, and unexpectedly burst into laughter.

“Tonight at Shisanlingshen Road, I’ll be waiting for you.”

…

Pei Yunhu left, picking up the Jade Axis Brocade on the ground that was used as bait, slithering away like a sly serpent. For the first time ever, Li Yan did not stop him. Instead, he watched Pei Yunhu leave.

On the path in Xiangshan Park.

Li Yan carried the Nine-Winged Sudu on his back, walking side by side with Lady Dan.

“I owe you for this time, Lady Dan.”

Li Yan popped a few Yuanmou Jujubes into his mouth, but his face remained pale.

After pondering, he had to admit he had suffered a bit of a loss this time.

The Nine-Winged Sudu was severely injured, and it was his first time using “Hidden Flight.” He was physically spent, unable to recover even with the Yuanmou Jujubes. After a fierce battle, the aftereffects set in; Li Yan now couldn’t even hold his spear steady, his combat power reduced by more than half.

And now, there were less than three hours left until the next midnight frenzy.

Most importantly, he had gained nothing at all.

“The midnight of this world is suppressed by some very strange forces. In any other place, I might not even have a chance to make a move, and honestly…”

Lady Dan walked ahead.

“The me now might not be able to suppress those few people.”

Li Yan nodded to show he understood.

“Once I get my strength back, I can handle it…”

The walkers that appeared at Xiangshan were indeed quite extraordinary. Probably they were among the top-tier forces involved in the Yan Fu incident.

Zhao Xin was the first to be defeated, but only because of his impetuosity. The swirling cloud of energy he could conjure could cause a minor earthquake, with destructive power reaching the peak of the Nine Luminaries; neither Li Yan nor Wushan could do that.

Bald Zhao Wu had limited skills, but he was meticulous and resolute in action. If he had been in Zhao Xin’s place today, facing Wushan, even if he lost, Wushan wouldn’t have won so easily.

Pei Yunhu, with his strange abilities, could seal high-level artifacts and even disguise himself as someone else. His scheming mind and indiscernible strength gave Li Yan quite a headache.

Wushan…

Li Yan’s toughest opponent since he entered Yan Fu.

His five banners were brilliant and domineering, his experience seasoned, and his methods ruthless and heartless.

Moreover, Li Yan had an uneasy feeling in his heart, but with things progressing to this point, the situation seemed mostly clear. Li Yan couldn’t think of anything worse that could happen.

Both of their steps halted.

Under the streetlight, a person approached slowly.

A cigarette dangled from his lips, his face in his twenties but exuding a story and the aroma of alcohol.

Cha Xiaodao.

“Chat?”