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The old man's figure transformed into a blur of flowing light as he swiftly advanced.
The corridors, trees, rockeries, and flowerbeds in the mansion became his best cover. Coupled with the night’s darkness, the old man in black seemed to perfectly blend into his surroundings, making it difficult for anyone to detect his presence.
Dozens of breaths passed in the blink of an eye.
After turning around a courtyard wall, the old man floated like a ghost, quickly darting up to a high building like a raccoon.
With his formidable strength, his speed was astonishingly fast. Even when needing to dodge and weave around obstacles, it took him no more than a second.
This high building was already very close to the location illuminated by Moonlight Powder. Once atop the building, the old man pressed himself against a beam and squinted his eyes, surveying the area: "I will observe for a while before making my next move."
Taking out the emerald green lens from his pocket, he covered it over his eyes again. Looking out, he saw a bright yellow light shining from a nearby courtyard.
This bright yellow light emanated from Moonlight Powder. From his elevated position, the old man could see clearly. By now, he had accurately identified the target's location; within just a few hundred meters, he could see everything happening in the courtyard.
At this moment, it was already past midnight. The courtyard was completely dark with no lights, except for one room that radiated an extremely bright yellow glow.
The old man sneered inwardly: "With Moonlight Powder guiding me, who can escape my tracking? It seems that Brent resides in this house."
Outside the courtyard stood a guard team of seven or eight low-level martial artists, whom the old man completely disregarded.
After carefully observing the situation in the courtyard, the old man sighed with relief and then felt a surge of glee and self-satisfaction: "With such weak guards, it appears Brent's status in the Aldra Family isn't very high. Even if he lives in the inner courtyard, it makes no difference; when faced with me, there’s nowhere to hide."
In his delight, the old man no longer hesitated. He spread his arms wide and descended from the high building like a soaring roc. Having decided to act, he wasted no time and prepared to eliminate his target with overwhelming force before swiftly retreating.
The night wind howled as shadows danced among the trees. The moment the old man's figure appeared, he was spotted by a team of guards stationed outside the courtyard. In the dead of night, a figure in black charging forward with such momentum could only be recognized as an enemy by anyone not foolish.
The eight guards immediately braced themselves for battle, weapons drawn and forming a defensive formation while alert whistles echoed far and wide.
However, the Five Guardians lying in ambush around the courtyard remained still; it was not yet time for them to act. As ambushers, they needed to wait until their enemy fell into their trap before striking unexpectedly.
Faced with the rapidly approaching figure of the old man, all eight guards surged forward together. Various Combat Skills were unleashed in brilliant displays of light; their attacks flowed seamlessly into one another like an unending wave.
Yet the old man seemed indifferent to their assault. His gaze remained calm as he met their charge head-on without any attempt to evade.
Just as the eight fierce and sharp attacks were about to strike him, the old man quickly tapped the ground with his feet, his hunched body transforming into a wisp of smoke, deftly weaving through the eight assaults.
The guards were taken aback and hurriedly tried to regroup their attacks, but the old man, already close, would not give them that opportunity.
With a swift motion, his arm raised slightly, cold light flashed, and with several muffled sounds, blood splattered as three guards had their throats cut by the old man in an instant.
Three bodies fell to the ground, and the stench of blood was carried away by the wind.
The remaining five guards showed expressions of horror and retreated in panic. In just a few moments of fighting, three had already lost their lives, their warm blood still steaming. It was only then that they realized the weapon used by their opponent was a curved blade.
The old man paid no attention to the retreating five; time was of the essence, and wasting it on these insignificant foes was not worth it. He dashed forward, wielding a short curved blade, moving like an arrow shot from a bow straight into the courtyard, heading directly for the brightly shining yellow room.
As he advanced, the old man felt puzzled: "With such a commotion just now, why hasn’t Brent come out to take a look?"
However, time was pressing, and he couldn't afford to think too much about it; he would know once he entered.
As his thoughts turned, the old man approached the front of the room. Without stopping his pace, he struck down at the tightly closed door with one slash. The silver light flickered like a crescent moon hanging upside down, and with a loud crash, the thick door shattered into splinters.
Yet at that moment when the door broke apart, a sudden jolt surged through the old man's heart—a strong sense of danger made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Without thinking twice, he halted his steps and intended to retreat swiftly. But suddenly, from amidst the flying wood chips, a glimmer of cold light appeared unexpectedly.
Without any obstruction, before the sound of breaking air could fully dissipate, that flash of cold light fiercely pierced into the old man's body.
A sudden wave of pain hit him as a small throwing knife lodged itself in his chest; half of its handle had sunk deep into his torso. If it shifted just a little more, it would have struck his heart.
"Shadow Hand, Hawk." The old man's face turned pale as he recognized who it was.
His complexion drained of color; without looking at his attacker, he stomped his foot and retreated violently.
However, just as he leaped into the air, a dazzling light suddenly erupted around him. Five extremely fierce attacks came crashing down simultaneously—each strike was cunningly aimed to cover every inch of the old man's body.
It was five hidden Guardians who had revealed themselves at just the right moment to launch a powerful assault.
In that moment, everything unfolded rapidly. Even someone of the elder's caliber, at Intermediate Level 4, found himself in a dire situation.
A long-forgotten sense of impending death arose from deep within him, and the elder's face displayed a complex mix of disbelief and intense anger.
He never imagined that what was supposed to be a sure assassination attempt would instead ensnare him; his opponent had already set a trap waiting for him to fall into it.
"Amy! What on earth is happening?" the elder shouted in rage, his beard bristling. However, at this moment, he had no time to think further as five powerful attacks were about to strike him.
"Reincarnation Blade!" Faced with the assault of five Mid-Level Warriors, the elder dared not underestimate them. He was already injured and needed to survive this ordeal first.
As Pu Yi made his move, the elder unleashed his Intermediate Combat Skills, which were immensely powerful.
He suddenly swung his curved blade, transforming it into a spinning wheel of light that whirled through the air. The elder's figure landed firmly at that moment.
A blue glow enveloped him like mist, and a sharp Giant Roulette suddenly appeared in mid-air, with beams of energy Blade Light shooting out like cascading waterfalls from the roulette.
A tremendous pressure swept in all directions, causing dust and debris to fly around the courtyard, while the ground trembled as if caught in turbulent waves.
The fierce assault of the Five Guardians came to an abrupt halt just before reaching the elder. Under the cover of the Giant Roulette, the sharp Blade Light rained down like a silver waterfall. Those caught within it faced not only attacks but also the challenge of retreating unscathed.
"This is an Intermediate skill," gritted one Purple-Clad Guardian. His form was completely enveloped by Blade Light, as if he were submerged in an ocean of blade energy. Even his previous skills could only barely protect him now.
"While this person's skill is still unfolding, we must retreat quickly; otherwise, we will suffer severe injuries," urged a Black Robe Guardian nearby. In just a short time, blood had begun to trickle from his mouth. The relentless Blade Light struck him repeatedly, causing his body to tremble violently. If he continued to endure it, he would surely meet his end.
Under such a violent onslaught of Blade Light, the other three Guardians also showed signs of fear and began to contemplate retreating.
"Want to leave? I'll let you experience the taste of suffering," venomous words escaped from the elder's lips. Having fallen into such a trap and sustained injuries, he found it hard to swallow his anger without extracting some form of retribution from these five.
Moreover, that blade had wounded his Hawk lurking nearby with predatory intent, preventing the elder from making any rash movements. The thought of escaping was nothing but a fantasy; he could only remain in place and respond to changes as they came.
With azure light emanating from his hands, the elder slowly grasped at the air. The Giant Roulette abruptly halted its rotation, and the Blade Light pouring from it diminished significantly.
Seeing this, the Five Guardians felt a surge of relief and were about to take advantage of this moment to retreat. However, they suddenly saw the elder's palm slam down forcefully as the Giant Roulette crashed down violently.
The rampant Energy Surge surrounded by the Giant Roulette was filled with dense Blade Light. Before it had completely descended, the sharp Blade Light forced the Five Guardians into a desperate situation, with two of them spitting blood and turning pale.
"You five worthless things, even if I am injured, you are not capable of shaking me." The old man looked at the five people under the roulette with a mocking expression, then his gaze shifted warily to a nearby house. The Hawk had just hidden inside that room and had caught him off guard with a sudden strike.
Just as the old man's gaze moved away from the room, he suddenly heard three swift sounds of weapons slicing through the air behind him.
"Not good...!" A chill ran down the old man's spine, and without hesitation, he quickly dove toward the ground. However, a wave of intense pain accompanied by a tremendous impact instantly engulfed his entire body.
With a thud, the old man crashed to the ground, two jets of blood shooting out from his body.
Upon closer inspection, two flying daggers were embedded in him—one pierced his shoulder while the other went straight through his chest, with the handles buried deep within him, leaving behind two gruesome wounds from which blood flowed freely.
If it weren't for the old man's timely reaction in dodging the most lethal third dagger, he would have likely lost all combat ability by now.
"Ahhh!! Hawk, I know it's you! Come out!" The old man screamed hoarsely as he staggered to his feet from the ground, blood spewing from his mouth. He tore off the mask covering his face, revealing a ferocious expression.
Having been attacked repeatedly without any means to fight back, the old man was on the verge of madness at this moment. His eyes were bloodshot, and his anger and frustration felt like they could transform into tangible Fury that would consume him.
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