Chapter 150

Chapter 150: Ambush

The assault from the darkness struck with extreme abruptness, lightning speed, and terrifying ferocity.

Before that formation master could react, he was pierced through the throat by a single sword thrust, instantly slain.

Horror washed over everyone’s faces.

"Engage the enemy!" bellowed Lin San.

He never expected the cultivators of the Longfeng Mountain range to be so audacious—attacking despite their superior numbers.

As his command echoed, the remaining three Qi Refinement seventh level powerers simultaneously activated multiple defensive techniques. Water screens and golden light shields surged forth to shield Lin Xin and Zhou Luo.

The other family cultivators brandished their magical artifacts, aiming across the stream, bracing for the next assault.

Whoosh and whomp—

Yet, while their focus remained fixed ahead, sharp, piercing sounds tore through the darkness at their rear.

Blazing flames exploded from the blackness like cannonballs, propelled by immense force.

In moments, fireballs the size of lanterns were already crashing down upon the group.

Dozens of terrifying fireballs filled the sky in an overwhelming wave, illuminating the entire night.

The gathered family cultivators hurriedly deployed techniques to defend.

But the attack burst with such suddenness, and the sheer volume of fire was overwhelming.

Though some reacted swiftly, flames still struck several of them.

The impacts, while not lethal, shattered the previously stable formation.

Zhou Luo tightened his grip on his already drawn Xuan Sky Sword, eyes alertly scanning the surroundings.

Spotting a fireball hurtling towards Wang Yu Wei’s slightly pale face, he stepped forward as wind howled around him.

Wind Moves Without a Trace.

The next instant, he seized Wang Yu Wei’s arm and yanked her aside, narrowly evading the projectile.

The fireball slammed into the ground with a heavy thud and exploded, leaving behind a scorched, smoldering crater.

Wang Yu Wei’s heart pounded violently, her chest heaving.

Though she possessed the cultivation of the fifth layer of Qi Refinement, she was ultimately just a Pill Master, utterly inexperienced in combat.

Thus, amid the sky-filling inferno, she had frozen momentarily.

Were it not for Zhou Luo’s timely intervention, a direct hit would surely have injured her.

"Thank you," Wang Yu Wei managed after steadying her breath, voice full of gratitude.

Zhou Luo offered no reply, merely furrowing his brow as he retreated behind the group.

"All troops, charge!"

A command thundered from within the darkness.

Immediately scores of Hehuan Sect disciples erupted from the shadows, wielding magical artifacts with awe-inspiring momentum.

Staring at the onslaught of figures, Lin San and the others were stunned.

"The Hehuan Sect!" a cultivator exclaimed in a voice trembling with shock.

The enemies bursting from the darkness were unmistakably clad in the attire of the Hehuan Sect.

These gutter rats usually tried desperately to hide themselves in every crevice, wearing the robes representing the Hehuan Sect only during large-scale attacks.

This was meant to display their authority.

When seeing that Hehuan Sect attire, Lin San’s face turned icy cold with fury.

Throughout this journey, he had been extremely vigilant, dreading attracting the attention of other cultivators in the Longfeng Mountain range.

It seemed just a day away from safely escorting the Third Young Lady and the others back.

He hadn’t expected the Hehuan Sect members to ambush them at this moment—it was utterly unforeseen.

"Tonight, you will inevitably die."

From the darkness, Wang Tong appeared in their sight, holding an emerald green precious sword, illuminating all around with his whole body shining in spiritual light.

The prior sword strike, so swift as to kill upon drawing blood, had definitely come from his hand.

Lin San sneered coldly, "A mere Qi Refinement seventh level, and you actually think you can overturn everything?"

Saying this, he flipped his hand and summoned a golden great saber, spiritual energy surging through him as he charged across the water toward Wang Tong.

Even while lunging at his opponent, he made sure to activate his technique.

Instantly, a chilling cold radiated from the golden great saber, with frightening frost covering the entire blade.

As he swung the saber, the frosty qi sliced through the sky, heading straight for Wang Tong.

Wang Tong gave a light laugh and swept his sword out.

A fierce sword light surged like a rainbow toward that frosty qi.

Boom!—

The two forces clashed instantly, erupting with astonishing momentum.

At the same time, the other cultivators of the Lin family took action, attacking the Hehuan Sect disciples hidden in the darkness.

Only Lin Dong and the remaining two Qi Refinement seventh level cultivators did not move.

Their duty was to protect Lin Xin and Zhou Luo, and unless absolutely necessary, they would not depart.

Ah!—

Right then, a pitiful scream erupted from the darkness.

Before everyone’s eyes, a crimson vicious light flashed out, and the terrifying force actually cleaved a fifth layer of Qi Refinement cultivator cleanly in half.

From the shadows, a burly man with a wicked grin revealed himself, gripping a blood-red great saber, staring at the crowd with contempt.

Lin Dong’s face darkened gravely.

Yet another Qi Refinement seventh level expert.

He exchanged a glance with his companion beside him; the other understood instantly and without hesitation rushed at the brawny fellow.

At that moment, seeming to sense something, Lin Dong suddenly spun around to stare across the stream.

Around Lin San, fighting solo toward Wang Tong, several sixth layer of Qi Refinement cultivators emerged as well.

“Fall back first,” Lin Dong, clutching a silver spear, yelled.

“Want to retreat?”

Wang Tong chuckled softly, gliding a step to block Lin San’s path.

His strength was overwhelming, having cultivated a sinister art that absorbed feminine energy and channeled it into masculinity. With masterful sword techniques, he easily suppressed Lin San.

Now allies had joined him as well.

If things dragged on, Lin San might meet his end right there.

Lin Dong’s face grew serious, his grip tightening on the silver spear.

He couldn’t stand by as Lin San was cornered. That would only worsen the situation.

So he lunged down like thunder joining the fray, relieving the pressure for Lin San.

As the battle intensified, both sides began suffering casualties.

Lin Xin and Wang Yu Wei grew pale, their minds reeling.

They had never witnessed such scenes of bloodshed and gore.

Though trained fighters themselves, they inevitably felt rattled—until forced to confront it firsthand.

As for Zhou Luo, his face remained calm as he observed the surroundings.

Night shrouded their vision, but as cultivators, they could still glimpse the chaos.

For now, the Lin Family held the upper hand with four Qi Refinement seventh level experts.

But the Hehuan Sect wouldn’t have ambushed them here without a plan.

Another trick must be waiting.

So vigilance was essential.

Whoosh—

Just as he pondered this, a pillar of water erupted from the stream. A slender figure burst out, launching at Lin Xin.

He held a short dagger, aiming directly at her.

It happened too abruptly; the assailant, skilled in concealment, caught the Qi Refinement seventh level guard off guard.

Zhou Luo was ready.

The moment he sensed ripples in that stream, he had already unleashed Wind Moves Without a Trace.

As the attacker lunged toward Lin Xin, he coldly flung a mid-grade spiritual symbol—a fireball talisman—straight at the figure.

Under Zhou Luo’s control, the talisman erupted at blinding speed, slamming into the assassin’s chest.

Bang—

Flames surged into an inferno. The attacker jolted, hurriedly raising his magical artifact to block.

But the fire talisman’s force was no trifling matter.

Flames ripped across his body, scorching flesh through the blast.

Crucially, the impact slowed his movement—giving the Qi Refinement seventh level guard time to react.

The guard thrust forward a palm, spiritual energy erupting like a bomb. One strike snuffed the assassin’s life.

At the same instant, a brilliant silver glow flared from the opposite bank.

Lin Dong, spear still clenched, was flung backward by a terrifying force, his face etched with alarm.

He scrambled to steady himself, cheeks drained of color as he roared.

“Retreat! Now!”