Chapter 2097: Deadly Night Assassins

Chapter 2097: Chapter 2097: Deadly Night Assassins

The three major forces in Nether River City were originally formed by those outlaws who lick blood from blades, relying heavily on the resources of the Nether River Abyss.

You could say this.

This operation of the Supervisory Temple directly cut off the resource supply to all forces in Nether River City, and it’s not a matter of just one or two days. For the three major forces, this is a fundamental blow; as time drags on, their foundations will inevitably be damaged!

Moreover, among the Supervisory Temple stationed in Nether River City, aside from one elder and some disciples guarding the place, all the rest have been mobilized into the deepest part of the Nether River Abyss, leaving them in a state of acute shortage of combat strength.

Based on these two reasons, it really isn’t impossible for these three forces to make a move against the Supervisory Temple...

How much reverence do you expect those blade‑licking outlaws to have for the Supervisory Temple?

They’ve already been forced to the point where they can’t get any resources.

Even if the Supervisory Temple settles accounts later, at worst they’ll grab the resources and flee for their lives, go somewhere else to seek development and continue scraping by.

This kind of people always put personal profit ahead of sect interests.

"How many people came? All three forces of Nether River City?" After receiving the news, Yang Shao rushed over at once and asked with a grave expression.

Mu Fusheng pinched a talisman between two fingers, held it upright before his brow, closed his eyes to sense for a moment, then said, "Thirty people came. Their realms are almost all in the Creation Realm, with four in the Dharma Realm... Looks like they’re all people from the Nether River Sect, but I’m not familiar with the people in this area’s forces, so I can’t rule out the possibility that people from the other two sects want to frame the Nether River Sect."

In fact, just by sensing with the soul, one could detect these people...

And the apparent grade of the talismans isn’t overly high; the higher‑grade talismans hidden in secret are the real insurance.

It’s just that... Mu Fusheng’s gaze swept slightly toward the southeast, his eyes narrowing.

Luo Ke had also arrived here. After hearing this, he patted Mu Fusheng’s shoulder in praise, saying, "As expected of one of the highest‑scoring groups in the recent Supervisory Temple assessments. Your vigilance is strong."

Beside them, Jiu Bailu still wore a gentle smile on her face, but right now it didn’t seem quite so gentle anymore...

"Enough, stop praising him for now," Yang Shao said. "Hurry and send a voice transmission to the other inspectors still guarding the Supervisory Temple. Of course, don’t act with too much fanfare yet. If the enemy doesn’t move, we don’t move. Don’t startle the snake in the grass."

Luo Ke rolled his eyes at Yang Shao and said irritably, "Don’t treat me like some naive little girl, alright?"

With that, he took out his jade pendant to transmit a message.

Mu Fusheng looked toward Ye Qiubai and the others, sending a voice transmission: "Heads up, there are actually thirty‑one people. One more person’s realm is very high; I’m afraid that’s the Ming River Ancestor."

Xu Yeming said speechlessly, "Then why didn’t you tell them?"

Mu Fusheng didn’t answer. Hong Ying chuckled and said, "With his current realm, if he could sense a powerhouse at the Ming River Ancestor’s level, wouldn’t his realm be suspected?"

That’s actually true...

Xu Yeming opened his mouth, and after a while finally said, "Senior Brother Mu, could it be that you’re our master’s illegitimate son outside?"

"Fuck off!"

"Got it!"

...

Dark clouds gradually swallowed the full moon, and the bright moonlight spilling on the ground became hazy.

Accompanied by a few insect chirps.

Thirty streaks of cold light simultaneously pierced through that hazy moonlight, shooting toward Mu Fusheng and the others!

They came prepared!

Even facing juniors like Mu Fusheng and his group, they still chose to strike with full strength, to swiftly kill!

Mu Fusheng stepped forward, one hand clutching a talisman, the other hand forming an incantation gesture, and shouted angrily, "Activate!"

The instant the words fell, the talismans hidden on the walls, in the grass, on the trees, and atop the roofs brushed off their dust, lightning flaring in all directions!

The lightning, like flowing mercury, streamed out in threads, encircling everyone present, forming the Ninefold Lightning Shield!

And the moment those thirty streaks of cold light landed on the shield, they caused a brief delay; the shield, like a soft membrane, caved inward.

Poof—!

Pierced like a balloon!

But that brief delay gave the surrounding inspectors of the Supervisory Temple a chance to counterattack.

The instant it was pierced, six white‑robed inspectors appeared in front of Mu Fusheng and the others. They thrust their palms forward, the Divine Energy in their bodies surging out like a gale! ℯℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The cold lights dissipated, all falling to the ground—thirty throwing daggers!

"Who dares violate my Supervisory Temple!" The leading White-robed Inspector shouted angrily.

"You actually reacted in time. Truly not simple." As the voice fell, on the courtyard wall ahead, thirty black‑clothed figures appeared.

They didn’t seem inclined to conceal their identities; each exposed their true faces to the air.

And among them was one person—Wu Xinyan!

Wu Xinyan wore a bewitching smile on her face, slender fingers playing with her hair as she said, "Don’t blame us of the Nether River Sect for defying our superiors. Blame your Supervisory Temple for pushing us too hard, not leaving us a way to live."

Luo Ke pointed at Wu Xinyan and rebuked loudly, "What you’re doing will affect the seals! Now that the seals are loosening, when the things inside break through them, how many people in Nether River City will survive?"

"What does that have to do with us?" Wu Xinyan sneered. "Even if that’s the case, we can just switch to another place then, can’t we?"

The leading White-robed Inspector said coolly, "So, it’s just you people from the Nether River Sect?"

"You mean the Yin Spirit Sect and the Three Treasures Sect?" Wu Xinyan snorted. "They’re just a bunch of turtle cowards hiding in their shells... Besides, with the manpower your Supervisory Temple has now, I’m afraid you can’t even handle our Nether River Sect, can you?"

Indeed.

Among the six White-robed Inspectors, only one was in the Dharma Realm Early Stage...

While the other side not only had two at the Dharma Realm Early Stage, the other two, including Wu Xinyan, had reached the Dharma Realm Late Stage.

On top of that were twenty‑six Nether River Sect disciples in the Creation Realm.

Their combat power simply wasn’t on the same level.

"You really think my Supervisory Temple has no one?" A Thunder Sound rang out from the temple’s center!

The aura of the Formless Realm Early Stage surged wildly!

It was the First Elder guarding the Sub-Palace!

Wu Xinyan and the others of the Nether River Sect felt their bodies pressed down, bending slightly under the pressure.

But only for a moment, another terrifying aura came from the sky outside the temple.

In the blink of an eye, black clouds shrouded the sky above the temple, devouring the last trace of hazy moonlight completely!

"You think my Nether River Sect has no one?"

The two Formless Realm auras collided!

The two figures flashed into the air like light and shadow.

The First Elder looked at the old man before him, emaciated, face covered in dark spots, wielding a black staff, and frowned. "Ming River Ancestor? You actually broke through to the Formless Realm Middle Stage?"

The Ming River Ancestor grinned, revealing incomplete black teeth. "Just a fluke. However... judging by your current manpower, you’re no match for our Nether River Sect."

"How about this: open the Treasure Pavilion yourselves and hand all your resources over to our Nether River Sect?"

The First Elder’s pupils shrank sharply. "Do you understand what you’re saying? Can you withstand the wrath of our Supervisory Temple?!"

"Heh... hahahahaha—!!" The Ming River Ancestor laughed wildly. "We’ve already come this far. Do you really think if we back down now, your Supervisory Temple will let my Nether River Sect off? Since you still want to resist, don’t blame my Nether River Sect for showing no mercy!"