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Chapter 1148 - 778: Noble Lady
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Chapter 1148: Chapter 778: Noble Lady

The one-armed old man, who was stabbed in the body, turned pale with shock. The pain was excruciating, as if he were being torn apart. He swung his ghostly hand towards the intruder, but in his haste, he missed, and was struck heavily in the chest.

The Ancient Sword swung, but the attacker dodged it. Taking this opportunity, the one-armed old man distanced himself from the attacker, turned around, and disappeared into the curtain of rain, leaving a vague silhouette.

The old man knew he was no match for the three of them, so he decisively chose to flee, using his familiarity with the local terrain to escape into the dense forest.

"Don’t let him get away!" Yang Xiao was worried the man might report back, so he immediately wanted to give chase. He had already locked onto the opponent’s aura with the Human Bone Staff, determined to eliminate him today.

But he was stopped by Tai Wenqin at his side, "No need to chase!" Tai Wenqin pulled out a straw figure from his waist, clenched it with both hands, and whispered a prayer. A strange power began to spread. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Soon, the straw figure began to tremble violently, as if coming to life. At the same time, fresh blood flowed from its crude seven orifices.

The aura of the escaping figure, which had been locked by the Human Bone Staff, instantly became weak, as if severely wounded.

Yang Xiao recalled the tragic deaths of the ship captain and others, and could not help but feel a sense of awe for this straw figure. Such a means of killing invisibly was rare.

At this moment, an unexpected reinforcements appeared, removing their mask, revealing none other than Sui Chengguo whom he had not seen for a long time.

But now, Sui Chengguo was no longer the person Yang Xiao remembered. He was blind in one eye, his face disfigured, and his once regular square face now looked monstrous, recognizable to Yang Xiao only by its vaguely remaining outline.

"Sui, how did you end up like this?" Seeing this pitiful state, Yang Xiao immediately felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Sui put away the Mitsubishi Military Dagger, tucking it into his waist, raising his head to give Yang Xiao a hard, bitter smile, the sorrow beneath known only to him alone, "Chu, this isn’t the time to talk about this, we need to leave now."

Previously, when Sui abruptly left, Yang Xiao hadn’t revealed his real name to him. In his impression, Yang Xiao was still that Chu Xi from the Nightmare World, but this didn’t affect their bond.

Good begets good. Yang Xiao never imagined that after their departure in Rongcheng, they would meet again today in this foreign land.

When saying goodbye in Rongcheng, Sui had promised that if he survived, he would repay this kindness. Today, that promise was fulfilled.

"This place isn’t safe for long, let’s take everyone and go quickly." Yang Xiao hadn’t forgotten the mysterious old man in the stone house who had, after all, saved their lives, even if he had his own motives.

Kicking open the door, they rushed to the Iron Sedan, pulling open the curtains to find the old man inside crying uncontrollably. Yet, just as they were about to pull the old man out of the sedan, trouble emerged.

Yang Xiao had underestimated the importance the Dharma Sect placed on this individual. It wasn’t a single Magic Artifact binding the old man, but three.

The wooden mask was one, the Binding Belt around his waist was another, and beneath his feet was a pitch-black shackle that was neither gold nor wood.

The mask and the foot shackles were manageable, but the trouble was the Binding Belt, which was firmly securing the old man inside the Iron Sedan. fгeewebnovёl.com

"Burn it with the lantern!" The masked old man almost screamed, having waited too long for this day.

Following his guidance, Yang Xiao found the Ghost Lantern to be effective— but it also inflicted immense pain on the masked old man, as the Binding Belt retaliated against his body.

Pulling away the clothes, the area bound by the belt was a mess of flesh and blood. Yang Xiao dared not exert too much force, fearing the old man might not survive.

"Don’t hold back, I can endure!" the old man gritted his teeth, blood tears streaming under the mask.

Using the Ghost Lantern to dispel the Binding Belt required time, and Yang Xiao didn’t want to waste any of it. He summoned the Mirror Ghost to take over the lantern and continue breaking the bind, while he and Sui rushed to the nearby Dharma Sect camp.

On the way, Yang Xiao learned about Sui’s experiences over the past year. Forced to make a living, he was recruited by the Dharma Sect. Just a few days ago, in the Dharma Sect’s outpost in Bangshu Town, he inadvertently discovered Yang Xiao.

He kept silent; that night he stealthily followed to the inn, but was still noticed by Yang Xiao.

"No wonder I didn’t sense any malice from that person, so it was you, Sui!" Yang Xiao suddenly realized.

Unfamiliar with the people around Yang Xiao, Sui Chengguo did not rashly come forward but protected him in secret.

As expected, a few days later, the Dharma Sect unexpectedly gathered the capable individuals they had recruited. Among them were 2 Ghost-level Apostles and 7 Fierce Grade Apostles, including Sui.

These people were formed into a small team led by the one-armed old man, trailing behind the group carrying the Iron Sedan, to ambush them in the deep mountains ahead of Yang Xiao’s group.

Hearing this, Yang Xiao inwardly exclaimed at how close it had been. No wonder the group ambushed in the woods hadn’t all attacked together, it was because Sui had taken care of them. Otherwise, the three of them might not have escaped today.

In order to kill them, the Dharma Sect had surely invested heavily. Not counting Basong, who was half a step into Ghost Level, there were 4 real Ghost-level Apostles, among them the formidable one-armed old man.

Additionally, there were at least a hundred Magic Disciples and other recruited experts. Such a formidable lineup could easily take down a second-rate power domestically.

And this was merely the strength possessed by one of the nine temple cities owned by the Dharma Sect, with the White Robe Venerable yet to make a move.

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