Chapter 502: Chapter 435: You Are Not Worthy
Upon hearing this, Qu Muzhi’s brows furrowed slightly, "I’ve never heard your name before."
Yang Xiao took a deep breath, slowly putting away the Soul-Capturing Mirror and the Human Bone Staff, "You’re not worthy yet."
As soon as these words were spoken, Qu Muzhi’s face twisted instantly, his lips curling into a sneer, and his silvery double pupils were menacing. Just as Yang Xiao was about to wield the Ghost Duster, the door was smashed open and a group of people charged in. The leader pointed his gun at Yang Xiao and fired, shouting simultaneously, "Captain Qu, we’ve come to support you!" Tables and chairs were overturned, and the scene became chaotic all at once.
However, the man’s shooting skills were really poor, missing Yang Xiao and instead shattering the window behind him. Tong Han turned and ran, bursting out through the broken window, with Yang Xiao, realizing what was happening, also turning to run.
This scene infuriated Qu Muzhi. He pushed away the man who had fired the gun, "Captain Wu, what did I tell you? Stay outside, no entering!"
Wu Zhengwu made as if to lead the pursuit, but Qu Muzhi stopped him. He asked the others to leave, and instead of chasing, he stood alone behind the shattered window, facing the direction where Yang Xiao and Tong Han had escaped. He closed his eyes, as if sensing or searching for something.
Soon, he found what he was looking for, then adjusted his breathing. Slowly he raised the gun in his hand, lifted it above his shoulder, moving as if about to throw a javelin. Standing not far behind him, Wu Zhengwu’s eyes gradually widened. He saw the long gun in Qu Muzhi’s hand undergoing a transformation, an eerie blood-colored power repairing the broken gun tip, and this power kept spreading. At the cold tip of the gun, there seemed to be an invisible thread stretching out, locking onto the target at the other end.
Qu Muzhi continued to gather his strength, his body slightly leaning back, half a shade. Wu Zhengwu felt, perhaps it was an illusion, that Qu Muzhi’s skin became paler, the ghostly pallor of someone drained of blood, and his originally grayish-white hair appeared to have more white strands in it.
This strike was tremendously powerful, causing even a person like Wu Zhengwu, a Captain-level figure, to shiver from merely watching. However, it was clearly a strike that required a huge cost, an unimaginable price.
A hundred meters away in an alley, Yang Xiao led Tong Han, kicking open a locked wooden door, and the two hid inside. Nearby, messy footsteps approached, all from those originally stationed around the area, now searching the place.
But these people weren’t what Yang Xiao was truly worried about. He was panting heavily, looking down at his chest where, seemingly out of nowhere, a red spot had appeared, as if someone had dipped a fine brush in fresh blood and aggressively dotted it there.
Thanks to the protection of his Drama Robe, he wasn’t bleeding from injuries, but he had internal injuries, a few bones nearly broken.
And he remembered that Qu Muzhi hadn’t been seriously injured either, other than a nosebleed caused by Yang Xiao. Yet, this spot of blood on the chest didn’t seem like it was from that time.
What was more terrifying, he distinctly felt a horrifying power accumulating far away, getting stronger and...and it was locked onto him.
To be precise, it was locked onto this mark on his chest.
At this moment, the ropes on Tong Han had been untied, and the tape on his mouth had been ripped off. In their relationship, there was no need for thanks, yet Tong Han didn’t sense any horrifying power, a sensation only Yang Xiao felt because he was the one targeted.
Without asking, it was definitely Qu Muzhi’s doing. No wonder he wasn’t in a hurry to pursue. This must be his trump card. Yang Xiao had to admit, despite being fully mentally prepared before coming, he had still underestimated this guy.
Worthy of being the strongest Captain of Rongcheng City.
But that was before Yang Xiao’s arrival. Now, the seal on the Soul-Capturing Mirror was already loosening. Probably in a little while the seal would break, but before that, he needed to survive, survive this most powerful attack from Qu Muzhi.
"You should go," Yang Xiao took out the Ghost Duster, glanced at Tong Han, "If you head east after leaving, you might be able to escape."
"I’ll wait to go with you. If you’re injured, I’ll carry you. If you die, I won’t save your body; that’s meaningless. I’ll run, but one day I will come back and kill him to avenge you," Tong Han said.
Yang Xiao didn’t waste any words anymore. Making friends with someone like Tong Han was very simple. She was a very pure person, both when killing and when saving others. She didn’t speak any cheesy nonsense; she just acted.
"Get out of the way," Yang Xiao growled in a low voice.
The next second, as the remaining spiritual power was crazily injected, the Ghost Duster began to restless. A White-robed Great Bodhisattva stepped out from the void behind Yang Xiao. The Great Bodhisattva, born with a compassionate demeanor, stood more than ten feet tall, barefoot, clad in unblemished white robes. Just looking at it made Tong Han feel like her soul was being sucked away, almost breaking her knees to kneel in worship.
The White-robed Bodhisattva pressed his palms together in front of Yang Xiao, visibly powerful yet not exuding any grandeur as it awaited.
Yang Xiao wouldn’t just wait to be killed. Today, a confrontation of life and death was inevitable. His hands tightly grasped the Ghost Duster, his eyeballs turned blood-red. If this strike didn’t kill Qu Muzhi, then the one to die would definitely be Qu Muzhi himself.
If it was going to be a bet, it would be the biggest bet of all, one round to decide the outcome!
At this moment, Yang Xiao no longer cared whether he could escape. Even if he managed to kill Qu Muzhi with this strike, with dozens of skilled agents from the Patrol Defense Office around, he wouldn’t have a chance. Perhaps if Tong Han was lucky, she could break out alone.
"Why must you force me?!" Yang Xiao’s fighting spirit soared immensely, and he became frenzied. Just as this intense power was about to explode, suddenly, the force in the distance dissipated in an instant.
Yang Xiao was dazed for a moment, but there was only one possibility—Qu Muzhi had chickened out. Although his mind wasn’t very clear at the moment, his intuition told him that Qu Muzhi was not the type to easily back down, especially when the other’s killing intent had almost solidified initially.
Something must have happened...
Regardless, this gave Yang Xiao an opportunity. He also relaxed his power, and the White-robed Ghost Bodhisattva gradually dissolved. Extremely weak, he stumbled, nearly falling, but fortunately, Tong Han, quick-eyed and brisk-handed, supported him.
"Run...run fast!" Yang Xiao grasped Tong Han’s arm, urging her urgently.
...
Inside the villa, behind the broken French windows, Qu Muzhi, with bloodshot eyes, glared at the man in front of him, his eyes almost deadly, while Captain Wu stood in front of Qu Muzhi, his face apologetic.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Qu Muzhi’s face was distorted. His ready strike would have been released the next second; had it not been for his last-moment restraint, this Captain Wu would have been killed by that strike right there.
