Chapter 239: Intercept and Kill

Now that the situation with the Long Family Siblings was sorted out, Zhao Xingtian breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, with Lu Changfeng present and the Saint Demon Sect involved, the Long Family Siblings had a fighting chance.

Otherwise, Zhao Xingtian couldn’t imagine how the Long Family Siblings could have safely returned to the Desert North from the territory of the Daliang Alien Race and their wicked intentions.

“You three, while you’re in Sword City for the next few days, stay out of trouble and don’t wander around when you’re not at the Sword Discussion Conference. The Daliang Alien Race is utterly unscrupulous,” Lu Changfeng warned Wei He and the other two.

Wei He and the other two nodded in acknowledgment.

The door to the private room opened, and the group filed out.

Lu Changfeng was in a hurry to get back to the inn and have his main body enter seclusion.

Only then could he focus his entire consciousness on his Clone, Yang Jingtian, to handle the potentially fierce battle that awaited.

After a brief farewell to Bai Yimeng, Lu Changfeng returned to the inn and immediately sat cross-legged to begin his seclusion.

He transferred most of his consciousness to his Clone, Yang Jingtian.

Meanwhile, Clone Yang Jingtian was leading the Long Family Siblings to a stable.

After purchasing a carriage, Clone Yang Jingtian had the Long Family Siblings get on board and personally took the reins as the driver.

“This… Lord White Tiger, isn’t this a bit inappropriate?”

Although the Long Family Siblings were a prince and a noble lady, they couldn’t help but feel this was improper.

Controlling Clone Yang Jingtian, Lu Changfeng spoke coolly, “Once we are out of Daliang and past this dangerous part of the road, I will hire a different driver. Get in. The priority now is to get you back to the Desert North as quickly as possible.”

Only then did the Long Family Siblings board the carriage, one after the other.

Lu Changfeng had his Clone slowly drive the carriage out of Sword City.

Sword City was too populous.

The foot traffic was dense, forcing the carriage to move at a slow pace.

Along the way, Lu Changfeng used his Clone’s Spiritual Sense to detect numerous prying eyes.

Clearly, Daliang’s spies had already locked onto their carriage.

As night fell, the carriage finally exited the Outer City of Sword City and reached a county road.

This road led toward Cyan Mountain Prefecture, and after a few hours of travel, they would reach the border.

At some point, a sliver of moon had slowly risen over the horizon.

Within Lu Changfeng’s Spiritual Sense, he could hear the flow of the siblings’ blood inside the carriage, as well as the chirping of insects and the calls of birds along the road.

The Spiritual Sense of a Rebirth Realm cultivator was one of the realm’s most crucial abilities, no less important than flight.

With eyes closed, someone with an ordinary Primordial Spirit Body could clearly perceive everything within a radius of several dozen meters.

Clone Yang Jingtian’s physical body had reached the level of a True Spirit Body, so the range of his Spiritual Sense extended to over a hundred meters.

Every slight disturbance in his surroundings was under his complete control.

“Hm?”

Clone Yang Jingtian frowned.

Within his Spiritual Sense, the chirping insects and calling birds ahead had completely vanished, leaving a dead silence. Only the sliver of moon remained, hanging high in the sky.

Yang Jingtian pulled on the reins, and the carriage slowly came to a halt.

“What is it, Lord White Tiger?” Long Xing poked his head out from the carriage.

“Someone has come to test my blade. Stay inside the carriage and don’t stick your head out.” Clone Yang Jingtian’s voice remained calm and unwavering.

Startled, Long Xing immediately pulled his head back in. ‘At this moment,’ he thought, ‘the two of us have no choice but to place our absolute trust in White Tiger.’

Lu Changfeng had Clone Yang Jingtian rise into the air, hovering ten meters above the ground, and slowly draw the Treasure Long Saber from his waist.

Clone Yang Jingtian kept his eyes closed, perceiving his surroundings solely through his Spiritual Sense.

‘There,’ he thought. A figure appeared, a hundred meters away.

A small dagger shot out from the figure’s hand.

SWOOSH!

The dagger became a brilliant streak of silver light, its speed terrifyingly fast as it crossed the hundred-meter distance in an instant, arriving right before Clone Yang Jingtian.

BOOM!

Lu Changfeng had his Clone gather its internal Fengtian Saber Intent. It surged outward, blocking the dagger in the nick of time.

His Spiritual Energy was rapidly consumed. The dagger finally detonated with a thunderous roar. The Clone couldn’t dodge, as the Long Family Siblings were directly below. Instead, he forcefully annihilated the explosive energy of the dagger’s blast using his Spiritual Power and Saber Intent.

“As expected of the Saint Demon Sect’s White Tiger Guardian. Such Saber Intent is a rare sight in this world,” a steady male voice called out from ahead.

It was the man who had thrown the dagger.

Lu Changfeng made his Clone speak. “Which rat is it that dares to be so furtive before me? State your name.”

The man cautiously maintained a distance of over a hundred meters. “Daliang Secret Domain Cruel Official. My name is Skinning.”

“Skinning? What a hideous moniker.” Lu Changfeng gripped his saber, his expression unreadable beneath the White Tiger mask.

“Mm, I admit it’s a bit uglier than yours, Lord White Tiger. But that doesn’t matter. As long as it sticks in people’s minds, it makes it easier for you to remember me, doesn’t it?”

“That mosquito who died at the hands of your Saint Demon Sect earlier today was a member of our squad. His name was Corpse Transformation,” Skinning said slowly.

Lu Changfeng’s brow twitched. ‘So, the man from the Ba Snake Space really was one of Daliang’s people,’ he thought. ‘It seems he belonged to this so-called Daliang Cruel Official organization as well.’

‘However, this ‘Skinning’ is clearly far stronger than Corpse Transformation. The power of that one attack was comparable to a full-force strike from Yang Jingtian.’

‘But he’s keeping his distance. He must have other weaknesses. It’s likely he has strong attacks but poor defenses.’

‘In that case, I could…’

Just as Lu Changfeng was about to advance, his Spiritual Sense suddenly picked up another figure appearing behind him, and it was closing in fast.

“Does the Saint Demon Sect really think it’s the best in the world?”

“Your Saint Demon Sect killed Corpse Transformation, so we’ll kill you, the White Tiger Guardian, today! Let’s see how your Saint Demon Sect Master reacts then!”

Skinning’s steady voice was now laced with a hint of morbid excitement.