Chapter 1288: Chapter 744: The Battle on the Summit (Four-in-One Mega Chapter)

This person was that Central Plains Master who was extremely skilled in movement technique. Mo Ka was a Turks People, so of course he didn’t recognize him.

But this person was actually very young, with fair, delicate skin and fine features; only those two little mustaches were a bit flirtatious...

The Little Beard glanced sidelong at Mo Ka and said blandly: "I don’t know what kind of figure you are in the Turks either."

Hehe~ pure mockery!

Mo Ka was just about to get angry...

"Jiangnan treads on water without leaving a trace, Lang Liqing, that’s you, right?" Fu Qian said with a smiling face.

The Little Beard curled his lips: "Guess you’ve got an eye for people."

Lang Liqing was a rather special figure in the Central Plains Martial Arts. His ways were treacherous and unfathomable, his good and evil unclear—sometimes robbing the rich to help the poor, sometimes taking lives without asking right or wrong. He extremely disliked associating with others, always acting alone. But what was worth praising was that his movement technique and whereabouts had always been a mystery; beneath the level of Great Grandmaster, almost no one could catch him.

His most famous deed was when Xie Hui and some renowned Minor Grandmasters joined forces to set a trap and encircle him, forcing him to a riverbank. That day happened to be a raging tsunami; he obviously had no way out... 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

But he jumped into the water.

Lang treading the waves, like wind, like surf, he calmly escaped right under the eyelids of Xie Hui and the others....

That was how his reputation came about; they had just never expected such a man to come along with them.

There was just something that felt off.

As if they could see a faint trace of suspicion in Fu Qian’s eyes.

Lang Liqing sneered: "I’m here to hunt for treasure... The master of this Snow God Mountain is definitely loaded..."

How to put it, everyone present was thunderstruck to a crisp, inside and out.

But this reason did fit very well with Lang Liqing’s style.

It was just that Fu Qian and An Long keenly sensed that Lang Liqing seemed to be, faintly, observing Shi Feixuan.

Hehe~ yet another young man here for Immortal Shi?

Not long after, not even a third of a quarter hour, Sui Yi came back. Seeing the eerie atmosphere before her, she was slightly puzzled, but said nothing. She opened her palm; in her palm were several slender black blades of grass.

"This is?" Shi Feixuan looked at Sui Yi.

"Centennial Mugwort Root... Just now a group arrived at the Black Tower. They were the forces under the master of Snow God Mountain, sent to capture those children of the Morton Tribe. Those children have already been sent to Ghost Subdue Cry... They are now heading back to the peak to report. These roots are their Token for the return."

Most people were focused on the Morton Tribe children Sui Yi mentioned. It was An Long who secretly muttered in his heart that that group must have been quite far from them earlier; otherwise, even if the two parties didn’t directly sense each other, they should at least have felt something off, right? But at such a distance, Sui Yi not only knew the other side’s information, she even snatched their roots and made a round trip in no time at all... and of course, she must have cleaned up the aftermath before coming over.

What a terrifying level of insight and initiative—just like a god, omnipotent!

An Long truly felt fear rising in his heart, so he pressed down certain thoughts in his mind, took the split pieces of grass one by one, and the group headed toward the Black Tower... Interestingly, the Black Tower sat in a relatively low-lying spot. It had a total of seven floors, and the exit on the sixth floor was the road leading to the summit.

Sui Yi and the others went up all the way, thrills without danger... No, it should be said that under the lead of someone as composed as Sui Yi, the whole group was abnormally calm. Only when they reached the checkpoint did they suddenly realize they had actually passed straight through the Black Tower...

Too uncanny.

The guards here were two Minor Grandmasters, and outside, lined up in a row, were black-armored men.

Their getup made Sui Yi think of Hu Xiao.

"Token."

A masked man said in a deep voice.

Sui Yi and the others took out the Mugwort Root. The other party glanced at it and was about to let them pass when his breath suddenly caught; he lowered his head: "Lord Shadowless..."

Shi Feixuan and the others were shocked!

Shadowless?

Sui Yi was the calmest, because she had already sensed a group of people coming down from the seventh floor just now...

And the ones coming down...

A pitch-black long robe—no, not cloth, but snakeskin, the skin of some black python. The scales on it reflected a cold, eerie gleam under the light, giving off crisp sounds as he walked down the stairs. And the one wearing it... was a man, but with a face neither male nor female, skin deathly pale, hands half as slender again as a normal person’s, yet also longer than normal, with very long nails, also black, just like him, giving off a snake-like chill.

There were still people following behind him, seemingly several attendants, each carrying a black burlap sack over their shoulders as they trailed after him.