Monarch Night

"Truly deserving of the title of leader."

However, in the hearts of the eight people, a thought simultaneously arose.

This Baixiang Continent... seems a bit weak.

After all, they were staying in the Guardian Hall of Baixiang Continent, yet someone dared to assassinate them!

This lawlessness has reached a certain level.

Quietly waiting.

There seemed to be some faint movement transmitted from afar.

Fang Che closed his eyes, the Nether Monarch Blade already unsheathed in his hand.

"The target is clear, coming straight for me."

A cold smile appeared on Fang Che’s lips.

He could even guess why this hidden enemy could so precisely find his room: because of Ye Meng!

A woman in the room, the scent, was not the same as a single dog’s room!

"Eight auras... very faint, absolutely not human."

Fang Che quietly clasped several Flying Knives in his hand.

The deep of night.

A black line suddenly broke through the soil in front of Fang Che’s window, like a thread blending into the night, silently drifting towards the window.

But, it hadn’t even approached the window.

It suddenly, eerily stopped in mid-air.

Then, it disappeared.

One by one the auras quietly vanished. Danger, just disappeared like that.

Fang Che let out a sigh of relief, unable to hold back a smile.

Golden Horned Flood Dragon!

Under the synchronization of souls, the Golden Horned Flood Dragon conveyed a message: "They’re snakes, taste pretty good. Just not enough, eight in total... those four with wings were even tastier."

One must say, with the Golden Horned Flood Dragon around, dealing with such tiny snake insects, no matter how poisonous or spiritual.

They’re all just a free gift!

To these things, the Golden Horned Flood Dragon is definitely an unstoppable existence! Even without a shadow, just a void ghost, yet it can devour them!

"Can you find out where the enemy is?"

"Yes!"

The Golden Horned Flood Dragon wagged its head and tail proudly.

No matter where Fang Che went, it absorbed Death Energy and Yin Qi throughout the region, and this Baixiang Continent, unfamiliar territory for it, had especially abundant Death Energy and Yin Qi, which it devoured with delight.

However, these little snakes, perhaps terrifying and deadly to other Jianghu People.

Even High-level Martial Artists might not resist their intense toxicity.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t be used especially against this number one Emperor in the world, Fang Che.

But, to the Golden Horned Flood Dragon, not only were these things no threat, but they also turned into highly nutritious post-dinner desserts.

Easily annihilated.

Just like a soap bubble, lightly bursting in the air.

The four experts in the dark each employed unique concealment Kung Fu, hiding outside the Guardian Hall, and using Secret Techniques to manipulate the eight venomous snakes into attacking Fang Che from the dark.

Each feeling confident.

Such assassinations had been conducted countless times, each time, undetected.

These eight little treasures, raised affectionately by Wang Mi, were fiercely toxic and silent, like air currents.

Especially those four Flying Snakes, even more so lethal weapons.

Their intense toxicity could turn an Elder level High Order Martial Artist into liquid in 15 minutes.

Even a Saint level couldn’t last an hour before rotting to death!

Yet, the treasures were released.

Calculating, they should have reached Fang Tu’s room by now, both from underground and through the air?

Suddenly, that spiritual sensing broke!

In an instant, it was gone!

Incredibly abrupt!

The four of them were stunned, couldn’t help but peek, exchanging glances, then transmitting: "Treasures... can you still connect?"

"Can’t... what about you?"

"I can’t either..."

"What’s happening?"

"What the hell... what situation did we encounter?"

"Nothing, feels like they melted just after entering..."

"I have the same feeling..."

"Could something have gone wrong? If this loss turns real... won’t we... be skinned alive when we go back?"

The few of them were slightly panicking.

"It shouldn’t be so, given Little Green’s energy, and how small they are, even a Saint level Master would have to spend some effort dealing with them."

Feeling uneasy, they waited a while longer.

Just the blink of an eye, yet it felt like years had passed.

"No movement... might as well go check. Old third, you go!"

Being named.

Old third stretched his body, and the space in the shadow twisted as if conjured from nothing, revealing a silhouette.

Then stepped out, like a person suddenly appearing from the Void.

Such concealment, already renowned as world-class.

This "old third" took a few steps forward, his body gracefully floating up like a leaf.

Floating, heaves, indistinctly reaching the top of the Guardian Hall’s wall.

Then leaping, transforming into a patch of mottled voids and twisted shadows in the air, shooting up, his body stretching two to three zhang long...

Watching outside, the other three were full of admiration.

Old third’s Void Illusion Body Technique, becoming increasingly perfected.

With such a technique, who in the world could detect it?

While thinking so...

"What? Damn!"

Suddenly, all three of them widened their eyes, their minds going blank.

Just when old third’s shadow had stretched to its longest, showcasing the Divine Skill’s perfection... Suddenly, someone appeared alongside him.

This figure, holding a blade!

This was when old third was most vulnerable, with no chance to fight back or block, unaware of someone suddenly beside him.

The sword swooshed down.