Chapter 59

At this time, it was not yet late in the evening, and there were still many vendors and passersby on both sides of the street. At the corner of the alley, a few children were playing and running around, causing a series of scoldings. Although the street was not so crowded that people were brushing shoulders, it was indeed noisy. As Feng Jueyu laughed loudly and ran off with two skewers of candy haws, the vendor also shouted, "Report to the authorities... Report to the authorities..."

The surrounding crowd was initially startled by the shouts and looked in the direction of the sound. They saw a well-dressed young man weaving through the crowd and fleeing in panic. The vendor pulled out a stick from his cart and chased after him, knocking over several passersby and causing even more scolding. The passersby began to blame the vendor, but then they discovered the cause of the incident and started to point and whisper about Feng Jueyu, who was running in a panic, poking at his back.

A few passersby extended their hands of justice, ready to stop the young man who had taken something without paying, which immediately made the atmosphere on the street chaotic and chaotic, like a chicken coop turned upside down.

Feng Jueyu lowered his head and ran as fast as he could. This was not a good time to look back. He could already hear the angry shouts and curses of the passersby and the vendor, and the sound of several quick footsteps. The steps of the assassins were always light and hard to detect. The group that had caught up should have taken action...

"Ahh~"

A scream pierced the sky, causing the noisy crowd on the street to fall into a brief silence. Feng Jueyu turned his head in shock and saw a line of blood and a severed arm rising fifty meters behind him.

The bright and eerie blood attracted the attention of many people. The passersby, who had been cursing frequently, fell into unprecedented panic. With a crash, two figures flew down from the right side of the teahouse, their faces covered with black cloths, exuding a killing aura. They kicked a table into the air, which exploded into a shower of wood chips, like fireworks being set off.

The wood chips scattered, and several passersby, caught off guard, were hit by large pieces of wood and fell to the street, moaning and rolling in pain. The children were so frightened that they stood in the crowd, crying and wailing with mud balls in their hands.

"Murder!..."

The people finally realized what had happened. No one had the heart to care about where the young man who hadn't paid was. The sounds of panic, cursing, screaming, and weeping merged into a chaotic scene, and the street was completely in chaos.

"Those who don't want to die, get out of the way..." Several loud, angry, and murderous shouts came from three directions behind. Black shadows, like homeless black cats, shot out from the roof beams, teahouses, and alley entrances, accelerating and chasing after the fleeing figure.

"Boom!" The unfortunate passersby were no match for the strength of the trained assassins. A few unlucky ones were directly knocked away, smashing into a tea egg stand. The charcoal fire and soup in the stove splashed everywhere, and a few sparks ignited the surrounding houses and huts, causing a serious fire.

Under the glow of the rising flames, white, golden, and green lights, like searchlights, shone brightly, though faintly, but clearly visible under the moonlight. These lights were not ordinary; they were the aura of true qi emanating from the bodies of the eight figures, who were the black shadows that had leaped from the rooftops.

"Assassins!"

Feng Jueyu glanced sideways, and his heart sank. The three familiar characters "Jinyin Hui" (Gold and Silver Society) flashed in his mind.

The people from the Gold and Silver Society have come. Wasn't that matter over? Could they be here for revenge? Feng Jueyu looked ahead and saw Shangguan Ruofan, who was holding the hilt of his sword, looking back and around but not fleeing. With his speed, he could have turned a few corners and escaped the assassins, but he didn't do that, clearly considering his own safety.

This little brother-in-law is indeed loyal and righteous. Feng Jueyu smiled, feeling the rapid footsteps and sharp aura behind him. He instinctively stopped at a stall selling wonton noodles, grabbed the table, and threw it backward, then shouted without turning back, "What are you looking at? Go back and get help..."

"Brother-in-law..."

"Damn, hurry up and go."

"Crash!"

Before Feng Jueyu's shout could be heard, an assassin quickly caught up from behind, delivering a powerful punch to the table, causing wood chips to fly. Feng Jueyu, without looking, cursed inwardly, "Little ancestor, if you don't go, how can I go?"

In a flash, Feng Jueyu, while running, picked up two wooden stools and threw them backward. Seeing his brother-in-law's狼狈 appearance, Shangguan Ruofan's tears streamed down his face. He turned and ran toward the Shangguan residence. "Brother-in-law, hold on, I'll get help right away."

It wasn't that Shangguan Ruofan lacked loyalty; it was that the light emanating from the assassins' bodies made him fearful. Feng Jueyu had already analyzed the severity of the situation for him. He knew that staying would be like sending a sheep to the wolves. If he could escape back to the Shangguan residence, he might still be able to save his brother-in-law.

Wiping away his tears, the training of recent days took effect, and Little Ruofan ran home, crying.

Reaching the True Martial realm did not mean that a martial artist's speed could rival that of a sprinter. The street was already chaotic, and Feng Jueyu was throwing all sorts of items to obstruct the assassins' vision and speed. This created a distance between him and Shangguan Ruofan.

This place was not far from the Shangguan residence. Seeing Shangguan Ruofan weaving through the crowd and disappearing, the lead assassin's heart sank a bit.

Damn, daring to mess with me, they are courting death...

No one saw the cruel smile on the lead assassin's lips as he deliberately increased the chances of Shangguan Ruofan's escape. Now he could consider his own safety.

"Crack!"

A bolt of lightning struck the sky, and rain began to pour over the capital. The purple lightning clearly reflected the figure of a person running into an alley on the left, and the dense curses and cries on the street gave a sense of the end of the world.

In the distance, several officials with bright long knives appeared at the end of the street...

The officials... are here!

Damn!

The leader of the eight assassins stabilized his body and quickly caught sight of Shangguan Ruofan, who was running ahead and gradually becoming blurry. There were three officials in between, with mediocre skills. The assassin gritted his teeth in anger and quickly issued orders: "Damn, you few follow me to chase him. You, you, and you, go and catch Feng Jueyu. Damn, to be disrupted by a weakling, I will make him pay."

"Yes..."

The assassins quickly split into two groups. One group of four, led by the leader, charged at the three officials like fierce tigers.

"Bold villains, daring to commit violence on the street, quickly put down your weapons." The three officials, clearly not realizing that these criminals were not ordinary thugs, drew their knives and attacked.

"Damn, kill them, quickly chase Shangguan Ruofan." The leader issued a ruthless order, and in the rain, several green, ghostly nails were thrown out.

"Thud, thud!"

Two officials were immediately hit in the throat, their blood vessels pierced, and blood gushed out. The lead official was terrified. Another bolt of lightning struck, and the purple light clearly illuminated a coin-like tattoo on the neck of the assassin, which he saw clearly.

"Gold and Silver Society, you are the assassins of the Gold and Silver Society..."

He didn't have the chance to say the last word because the leader's sword had already sliced through his throat, cutting off half his head. Blood spurted out, splattering the leader.

Although the battle was brief, it created a favorable opportunity for Shangguan Ruofan's escape. Five assassins quickly chased after him, but they realized that the task for the night would likely not be completed...

"You three go and chase him. Kill him if you can, no survivors. You come with me to chase Feng Jueyu. Damn, without Shangguan Ruofan, he will do..."

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In the corner of the alley, a figure, drenched by the rain, continued to run desperately. This was a winding alley, like a maze, chosen not because Feng Jueyu was in a panic but because he had already explored the terrain during his morning exercises a few days ago.

The alley was deep, and various items were scattered everywhere, becoming obstacles for the assassin's escape. As he ran, Feng Jueyu, pretending to be terrified, picked up whatever he could and threw it, angering the three martial artists following him.

"Third brother, this guy is too damn fast. He looks weak, but his legs are really strong."

"Damn, if we let him escape, our faces will be lost. Don't talk nonsense, Fourth brother, you and Fifth brother go to the roof and intercept him."

"Alright, kid, if you keep running, I'll break your legs."

"Let's see you run..."

On the left, an assassin leaped onto the roof and swooped down like a bird, his bright sword slicing through the night air, aiming for Feng Jueyu's head.

At that moment, Feng Jueyu stumbled and fell to the ground, splashing mud and water.

The three assassins, not suspecting anything, thought Feng Jueyu had slipped and laughed as they approached, pointing their swords down and saying, "You damn, keep running, damn, I'll kill you."

Feng Jueyu flipped over, showing a look of terror, and said in a panic, "You, who are you? Why are you trying to kill me?"

The assassin sneered, "Hmph, you're unlucky. If you hadn't helped Shangguan Ruofan escape, I wouldn't bother with you. Let me tell you, I am an assassin from the Gold and Silver Society."

"Assassin?" Feng Jueyu shivered, trembling all over. The three assassins had never seen such a cowardly person and laughed.

At that moment, a cruel and ruthless voice rang out in the cold wind and rain, "Assassin, I am the ancestor of assassins."

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