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A crisp voice echoed in Yang Xiaoyou's mind, sending a chill down his spine. Someone had been following him without his notice.
He feared he had underestimated this person.
He had absolute trust in Dream Butterfly's perception abilities. Since she sensed something, it meant someone was tailing him while evading his own awareness.
Suppressing Heart's urge to turn and strike with thunderous force, Yang Xiaoyou's thoughts reached a peak of clarity. He quickly assessed the situation before him.
The opponent was strong, but if their attention was actively focused on him, he would certainly feel something amiss.
If that were the case, then the target they were fixated on must be Liang Wuxuan beside him.
The reason for this focus likely stemmed from the immense potential she had displayed earlier.
Moreover, since he was right next to her and the other party was preparing to deal with Liang Wuxuan without any caution, it became clear that while he was unaware of their presence, they were equally oblivious to him.
Under normal circumstances, both would be on equal footing. However, after finding Dream Butterfly, he had gained insight into the opponent's position.
Now that Dream Butterfly was trailing them, stopping here might just provide the perfect opportunity for the other party to strike.
Although Heart flashed through many thoughts and quickly reached a conclusion, in reality, this moment of clarity only took an instant.
"Alright, I think you two have a sisterly bond. Go ahead and chat," Yang Xiaoyou thought as he gently pressed against Liang Wuxuan's soft waist, pushing her toward Dream Butterfly's direction to maximize the distance between her and their pursuer.
At the same time, he pretended to stumble back a step, creating more space between himself and the Demoness while keeping his back turned toward the hidden figure. He positioned himself strategically between them and Liang Wuxuan.
Yang Xiaoyou understood that this retreat was perilous; if the target was indeed him, this move not only brought both sides closer but also left his back wide open to an attack from someone who could strike without warning.
If he were suddenly hit with a lethal blow, the consequences would be dire. Even a powerhouse like Shadow of Death or Weimar could seize such an opportunity to inflict serious damage.
This step was taken based on complete faith in his judgment.
After pushing Liang Wuxuan away and stepping back, he caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure attempting to slip past him. Yang Xiaoyou knew he had made the right gamble.
What seemed like a coincidence now appeared inevitable upon reflection.
Just as he stepped back, the shadowy figure surged forward with ghostly speed, causing Yang Xiaoyou to feel a tingling sensation at the back of his neck despite being prepared for an encounter.
It was fast—extremely fast.
This was Yang Xiaoyou's impression of someone whose appearance he couldn't even discern; in terms of speed alone, they surpassed him by far.
Combined with their exceptional stealth abilities, if they had enough stamina, facing them head-on could very well lead to his demise.
There was an overwhelming sense of invincibility through sheer speed.
In this scenario where he found himself at a disadvantage due to their superior realm of power, he felt like he faced an incredibly formidable enemy. Whether to fight or flee was entirely up to them; he was completely on the defensive.
However,
Being on the defensive is typical during normal confrontations. Yet here he was, taking life-threatening risks while trying not to raise suspicion and retreating without any defenses—he had already achieved his intended goal.
As the ghostly figure brushed past him and locked onto Liang Wuxuan ahead, it also turned its back toward him.
Zhao Gao noticed when the target stopped moving; Heart flashed with cruelty. This feeling of anxiety stemmed from an uncontrollable factor outside his grasp that could soon be eliminated.
In an instant, he entered a state of calmness where only one target existed in his eyes. With his unique martial arts mastery that allowed him to move faster than anyone else, once he locked onto his target, they were as good as dead—no one could save them from his grasp.
However, just as he completed his lock-on and unleashed an intense surge of power aimed at erasing any distance between them before launching an attack, an overwhelming sense of crisis erupted from behind him—a terrifying awareness of impending doom washed over him.
Every hair on his body stood on end as numbness spread across his back. It felt as if it would be pierced at any moment by a devastating blow.
Suddenly struck by this ambush, Zhao Gao's Heart recalled the Handsome Young Man who had pushed Liang Wuxuan away; only someone in that position could exert such pressure on him.
No wonder he'd felt anxious about where the target was located; it wasn't just because of her unique potential but because she had a killer by her side whose strength wasn't far behind his own.
But why had this person been able to detect him early? If they sensed him beforehand, it made no sense for them to take such risks while exposing themselves to being struck from behind by him.
This wasn't just bad luck; it felt like betrayal.
But there are no "what ifs" in this world. Zhao Gao could only muster what little strength remained under the threat of death—his legs exploded with 10% more power as he pushed forward against the incoming attack in hopes of mitigating its lethal impact.
At the same time, his spine emitted cracking sounds as he hunched over slightly to maximize his defense against whatever came next.
Just as he managed all this, a palm infused with destructive energy descended upon his back—an attack that seemed intent on devouring all life around it.
A sharp sound pierced through the air as if trying to tear through flesh and bone erupted from where their palms met. A wave of distorted air radiated outward, causing several nearby ordinary people to stumble backward in confusion.
The luxurious carpet beneath their feet tore apart instantly into countless fragments that shot outwards like shrapnel.
Zhao Gao was propelled forward like a cannonball fired from its chamber; rather than slowing down after being hit, he accelerated toward the front—thanks to the force applied from behind—skimming past Liang Wuxuan and Dream Butterfly before crashing into a table laden with exquisite dishes.
The table shattered into two pieces amidst flying wood splinters and food debris.
Despite sustaining such damage—his vision darkening and breath becoming labored with blood filling his throat—Zhao Gao still managed to push himself off the ground again after regaining some composure and took off once more at high speed toward safety.
Even though he'd been severely injured and felt numb all over from the attack on his back, propelled by sheer instinct for survival and aided by momentum from being struck earlier, he raced toward the exit with astonishing speed.
Meanwhile, guards hidden in the shadows finally began reacting to the chaos unfolding around them.
Even Yang Xiaoyou found himself taken aback by what transpired before him. He had taken such significant risks with painstaking effort for this trap—not just aiming for a kill but hoping to severely wound his opponent enough that they would lose their ability to act effectively.
Yet unexpectedly in such dire circumstances, that ghostly figure managed not only to withstand his assault but also advance forward using its momentum without allowing Yang Xiaoyou’s force to land effectively on them.
Especially when Yang Xiaoyou made contact with their back; instead of feeling vulnerable or weakened by being attacked directly from behind—he sensed immense power emanating from their entire body as if every part could unleash devastating force at any moment without fail due to their mastery over martial arts principles beyond comprehension!
The cumulative weakening effects meant what should have been a fatal strike merely resulted in severe injury rather than death or incapacitation; even so Zhao Gao’s counterforce caused Yang Xiaoyou—who had already been retreating—to momentarily falter!
Once regaining balance after absorbing that impact however—the ghostly figure had already reached near the exit! Attempting any last-minute acceleration now seemed futile!
Around them those guards who reacted slightly slower included three top-tier experts who reached peak realms—but shockingly two were closing in on Yang Xiaoyou while only one pursued after Zhao Gao! Clearly indicating how fast things were moving!
“Stop! How dare you disrupt this gathering? You can either come with me willingly or we will escort you!” Just as Yang Xiaoyou prepared for pursuit—even knowing full well it might not yield results—the two scouts intercepted him abruptly!
One scout—a middle-aged man with a grim expression—barked orders sharply at Yang Xiaoyou!
They couldn’t possibly keep constant watch over every direction; by now when they finally reacted—it became apparent one guest had been inexplicably blasted away crashing through tables while another fled at terrifying speed!
Perhaps that fleeing guest sensed something amiss too—but from their perspective—the true culprit responsible for ruining everything lay squarely upon Yang Xiaoyou’s shoulders!
This banquet served as a welcome for their elder master returning home; even friends of family shouldn’t act so recklessly!
Seeing these incompetent fellows blocking his path made Yang Xiaoyou scoff coldly without paying them any mind; maintaining momentum forward undeterred!
As he approached closer towards those blocking attempts—a dark flame enveloped him entirely consuming everything within sight! When flames dissipated—he vanished completely from view!
The two scouts’ faces paled instantly upon realizing what just happened!
When Yang Xiaoyou reappeared—it was already ten meters away continuing onward toward freedom!
However due to brief delay—the initial fleeing guest reached safety first! Should they manage escape via awaiting vehicles outside—it would truly become impossible for anyone left behind—including pursuing Yang Xiaoyou—to catch up again!
His own powers began merging seamlessly together during movement preparing for domination over life itself once more—but just then—a familiar silhouette emerged at entrance halting all preparations made thus far!
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