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Zhang Yuanqing's high kicks and leg sweeps landed on the young man's face one after another, causing him to stagger back. Every time he tried to resist, his attempts were interrupted by the fierce attacks.

However, after a series of hits, the official practitioner was unscathed, only feeling the pain of the blows and gritting his teeth.

This was an earthy monster with astonishing defensive capabilities.

On the other side, the middle-aged man informed his companions and immediately put away the walkie-talkie, putting on a strange, deep brown mask that looked like tree bark.

"Pupupu"

The middle-aged man, standing several meters away, continuously exhaled towards the two fighters in the midst of the battle.

Tiny, sharp wooden thorns emitted an almost imperceptible "whooshing" sound as they silently shot towards the enemy.

The bark mask was a tool used by the wood demon profession, allowing the wearer to exhale and shoot out tiny wooden thorns. While not very powerful, the wooden thorns contained biological toxins that could cause numbness, pain, and difficulty breathing. Moreover, there was no limit to the number of thorns that could be shot out, as long as the user had enough lung capacity, making it very cost-effective.

With the Insightful Eye, Zhang Yuanqing was the first to notice the attack of the wooden thorns. He kicked the chest of the earthy monster, using the force to roll to the side, avoiding the thorn attack with exceptional agility.

The young earthy monster was not so lucky, instantly covered by a dozen wooden thorns, creating tiny ripples of earthy yellow on his body.

The strength of the wooden thorns was not enough to break through the earthy monster's defense.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing's gaze pierced through the reinforced concrete wall, seeing three powerful practitioners running towards the gate. Behind the building, the official practitioner responsible for the rear was also circling around the nightclub building, heading in their direction.

Zhang Yuanqing hesitated no longer, leaping up and running wildly across the street opposite the nightclub.

"Trying to escape?"

Seeing this, the middle-aged man exhaled wooden thorns to block the escape route, swiftly attacking the enemy's back with the agility of an ape. His palm turned into a knife, his skin quickly taking on the appearance of tree rings, and his palm and fingers turned into sharp wooden thorns, stabbing towards the enemy's back. This was a level 3 wood demon, a captain-level expert.

As Zhang Yuanqing ran, he suddenly stopped, twisted his waist, and thrust his fist backward like a lance.

The middle-aged man raised his left arm, causing his skin to produce wood grain, turning it into hard wood like iron.

"Bang"

The wooden knife formed by his palm was dodged by Zhang Yuanqing, tearing his clothes, but his fist also struck the opponent's raised forearm, making a dull sound of wood hitting wood.

Thump thump thump, the middle-aged man kept retreating, his arm cracking with a sound, and blood flowing from the cracks.

"Getting stronger?!" His expression changed slightly.

He had already experienced the strength of this bewitching demon not long ago, and it was not this strong. According to reason, his combat power should have decreased after being injured by the steward, not increased.

Right, the bewitching demon went berserk when it saw blood, and he killed someone in the nightclub. This guy is weaker than I thought. No, I'm just too strong. I'm already at level 3, and it's nighttime now, the strongest time for the Night Wanderer. If I wasn't afraid of exposing my identity and didn't dare to use the Moon Howl, I feel like I could determine life and death within ten moves.

Thump! Zhang Yuanqing sprinted forward, stomping heavily on the ground, the force surging from his tense legs all the way to his shoulders, and finally venting out along his arms.

Bang!

Another straight punch, with a crisp explosion.

The middle-aged man's breath stopped, his center of gravity sinking, and he dodged the punch that would have shattered his head with acrobatic skill.

Then, he sprung backward, and at the same time, "pupu" twice, shooting out sharp wooden thorns.

Zhang Yuanqing allowed the wooden thorns to embed in his chest, then stepped forward with his right foot and struck with an uppercut.

Bang!

The middle-aged man's body curled up like a shrimp, his eyeballs bulging out, bloodshot.

At this moment, three official practitioners rushed out, and the man in the lead, wearing a white suit, with a big back head, a powerful build, took a few steps and made a javelin-throwing posture.

Sizzle~

Flames spewed from his palm, condensing into a burning spear. The steward let out a low shout and threw it with all his might.

The spear turned into a stream of light and shot out, while the middle-aged man snapped his fingers, attempting to use the fire element to bring the flaming spear closer to the enemy.

Zhang Yuanqing reached into the void and pulled out a dark-colored robe with a yin-yang symbol embroidered with silver lines and flames.

"Whoosh!"

The robe unfolded and draped over his shoulders automatically.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at the oncoming spear, extended his palm, and suddenly grasped it.

Bang!

A nearby fire hydrant exploded, and a powerful stream of water gushed out like a snow lion white dragon, extinguishing the flaming spear.

The flames on the man in the white suit were just starting to rise when they were automatically extinguished.

He did not immediately pursue, but instead made a puzzled "hmm" sound, examining the rebellious youth draped in the robe.

This experienced steward keenly sensed that something was amiss.

This little brat was clearly a bewitching demon, so when did he gain control of water? What's with the robe on him? If he had such an item, why didn't he use it earlier?

Where did his knife go?

Various doubts flashed through his mind, making him feel increasingly uneasy.

Just then, he saw the rebellious youth who had tried to assassinate him, sneered, and with a downward motion of his thumb, cursed:

"The Minotaur must die!" With that, he turned and ran.

The steward in the white suit's forehead bulged with blue veins, his face gradually becoming fierce, and finally, with a loud bang, a burst of anger erupted from the top of his head. He chased after the rebellious youth without regard for anything, as if he had lost his mind.

Five subordinates immediately followed their boss, fiercely chasing after the rebellious youth, running farther and farther away.Just a few seconds after they left, a pale-faced, bright-eyed young man cautiously walked out of the nightclub, looked around at the entrance, quickly left after confirming it was safe, and disappeared into the darkness.

Kou Beiyue carefully chose to sneak through the dark alleys, sneaking in the darkness, not daring to stop for a moment, until he felt the wound throbbing faintly and his breath began to become disordered, only then did he stop. He sat on the side of the road, panting heavily, sweat gushing out of his pores like a floodgate had opened.

"I should be far enough away now."

He breathed in the somewhat stuffy night air, panting for a moment, then suddenly punched the ground, roaring softly, "Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it."

Kou Beiyue pounded the ground with his fists, venting his frustration, until the concrete cracked and his fists were bloody and blurred, only then did he take a deep breath and calm down.

Kou Beiyue took out his phone, ready to call Xiao Yuan to tell her that he was safe and not to worry.

When he lit up the phone screen, he saw that unfamiliar number that had sent a message half an hour ago: "Escape!"

Before this message came, he had already slipped out of the nightclub. "Beep~" He dialed Xiao Yuan's number.

The call was just connected when Xiao Yuan's cold voice came from the other end, "Kou Beiyue?"

"Xiao Yuan, it's me," Kou Beiyue unconsciously lowered his voice, like a child who had done something wrong.

Then, he heard a soft exhale on the other end of the phone, like a balloon that had been inflated with air and finally deflated at that moment.

Just when he expected Xiao Yuan to start scolding him, the voice that came through the speaker was different.

"Where is the person who saved you?"

"I don't know, after he attracted the official practitioners, I escaped," Kou Beiyue answered truthfully.

"You're quite something!" Xiao Yuan sneered, with a hint of gritted teeth, "Next time you want to die, don't call me, just die quietly on your own, don't drag others down with you."

Kou Beiyue hung his head in despair.

"Sorry, I'm going back to find him now," the defiant youth gritted his teeth.

"No need to look, I'm already here."

Kou Beiyue suddenly turned around and saw a young man's figure a few meters behind him, gradually taking shape in the dim light.

This was an ordinary-looking, taciturn young man with black-framed glasses, often reminiscent of words like "nerd," "otaku," and "introverted."

Is he Xiao Yuan's friend? The person who saved me just now? Kou Beiyue's thoughts arose, then he heard Xiao Yuan's relieved voice through the speaker, "Give the phone to him."

Kou Beiyue threw the phone over.

Zhang Yuanqing reached out to take it, held it to his ear, and smiled, "I'm fine, not injured, and my identity hasn't been exposed."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a dozen breaths, then Xiao Yuan said softly:

"Thank you." She added immediately, "I promise to join your faction."

Zhang Yuanqing's mouth split into a smile, hypocritically saying:

"Oh, don't say it like that, as if it's a transaction, I'm willing to help, it's because of Xiao Yuan's charm, we're all friends here."

Heh heh, Xiao Yuan, you're mine from now on.

Xiao Yuan took a deep breath, "Thank you anyway, I'll repay this favor."

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the defiant youth and said, "Let's not talk about that for now, I have some questions to ask him."

He hung up the phone, walked to the young man's side, handed him the phone, and asked, "What's your name?"

As he handed over the phone, he took a look at the face reflected on the screen. This time, Zhang Yuanqing had disguised himself not as Wang Tai, but had found a photo online by searching for words like "nerd," "social anxiety," and others.

With the disguise ring as a prop, he could transform into anyone he wanted, not just focusing on Wang Tai.

"Kou Beiyue!" The defiant youth looked the much older young man up and down, and asked, "Are you a Night Traveling God? A member of the Taiyi Sect? How do you know Xiao Yuan?"

Kou Beiyue was not shallow, on the contrary, being a level 3 Enchanting Demon and following Master Wuheng in his practice, just by seeing the scene where the other party appeared, he guessed that this man's profession was a Night Traveling God.

After asking, he realized that he hadn't even thanked him yet, so he quickly added, "Thank you, thank you for saving me, I will repay this favor."

Are you very concerned about how I know Xiao Yuan? By the way, are you his son?

Zhang Yuanqing said lightly, "I saved you, it has nothing to do with you, Xiao Yuan will naturally repay it, now I'm asking you, why did you attempt to assassinate the Five Elements Alliance steward?"

Kou Beiyue frowned.

Zhang Yuanqing continued, "Since you know I'm a Night Traveling God, you should know that the Taiyi Sect and the Five Elements Alliance are closely related. You killed an official steward, which is a capital offense. Although I saved you for Xiao Yuan's sake, I need a reasonable explanation."

Kou Beiyue fell silent for a long time, as if recalling an unbearable past, and gritted his teeth, "Because he killed my sister.

"I come from a rural area in Jinshan City, didn't finish high school, and was expelled from school for fighting. My sister was more promising than me, she went to college in Songhai and stayed to work after graduation.

"Two years ago, my parents thought I was loafing around at home all day, so they sent me to Songhai to join her and find a decent job. Everything was fine, but one day, my sister disappeared.

"I went to her company to look for her, and her colleagues said she had already resigned, saying she was doing business with a fellow villager from Jinshan City. But she never told me about it. The next day, she still hadn't come back, so I immediately reported it to the Public Security Bureau and notified my family.

"For a whole month, there was no news of my sister, I quit my job and went to the Public Security Bureau every day, but the only response I got was to go home and wait for the investigation.""Until one day, more than a month later, my sister came back," Kou Beiyue said, his eyes flickering with deep-seated hatred:

"She was covered in wounds, looking extremely haggard, and her mental state was also disturbed. I noticed she was wearing slippers on her feet; she must have escaped. As soon as she got home, she started packing her things, incessantly telling me to run, to run fast.

"I asked her what had happened, where she had been during this time, but she wouldn't tell me, just kept repeating 'run fast.' I couldn't control myself and shouted at her, which scared her so much that she crouched down, clutching her head, screaming 'don't hit me.' It's hard to imagine what kind of torture she endured over that month."

More than two years later, as Kou Beiyue spoke of these events, the pain and hatred in his eyes were still as intense as ever.

Zhang Yuanqing's face gradually became expressionless as he listened in silence. "What happened next?" he asked.

"We hadn't left yet when that beast came after us. Yes, the same steward you just dealt with. In front of me, he slapped my sister to death. I can never forget the words he cursed while killing her. He said: 'You filthy whore, you dare to run? I'm not done playing with you, and you dare to run?'" Kou Beiyue laughed bitterly, his mouth splitting into a grin, revealing his white teeth:

"Then I was killed too, but I didn't die. The Spirit Realm granted me a character card, and I was reborn, given a second life. Perhaps the Spirit Realm also felt that there was too much evil in this world, and it needed to be fought with violence, with evil against evil."

That doesn't make sense. With the steward's status, what kind of woman couldn't he have? Whether ordinary women or female practitioners, as long as the steward wished, there was no shortage. Why treat an ordinary person like this? Unless he had a special fetish or there was more to the story. Tsk, if what Kou Beiyue says is true, then I cannot turn a blind eye to this matter.

Zhang Yuanqing frowned secretly and asked, "How did you end up joining Master Wuhen's team?"

"Because I dare not kill. Every time I see the pleas of the weak, see them shivering in fear, I remember how my sister looked before she died. If I also indulged in slaughter, baring my fangs at the weak, how would I be any different from the beast that killed my sister?" Kou Beiyue's expression was one of pain.

You have your principles, indeed. To be valued by Master Wuhen, you must be the 'rarity' among evil professions. Just as Zhang Yuanqing was about to affirm this, he suddenly heard a cheerful voice beside them:

"Not bad, not bad at all. What's the difference between baring your fangs at the weak and being a beast? The essence of slaughter is to fight violence with violence, to cleanse this filthy world with quick and efficient means."

Zhang Yuanqing and Kou Beiyue were startled and turned their heads in unison.

Under the glow of the orange street lamp, stood a young man wearing a sports headband, hands behind his back, smiling sunnily at them.