Roaring Dragon-Chapter 93: Good Thing I’m the Same Way!

The inside of the Golden Tower buzzed with noise, but outside, it was deathly silent.

Zhang Chu, the Incense Master of the Underworld God Cult, had a saber strapped at his waist as he silently vaulted onto the eaves from the rear wall, creeping along the roof without a sound.

To Zhang Chu, He Can was clearly scared witless and treated Xie Jinhuan like a ferocious beast—but that didn’t mean Xie Jinhuan was all bark and no bite. The man’s past exploits were infamous and ruthless.

So even though no one would expect an assassination attempt tonight, Zhang Chu still braced himself, nerves taut like drawn bowstring.

He first surveyed the interior of the Golden Tower. Xie Jinhuan wasn’t there. Then, one by one, he checked the guest rooms reserved for nobles on the second floor.

But what Zhang Chu hadn’t anticipated was just how absurdly alert Xie Jinhuan really was.

As Zhang Chu crept past one particular window, he didn’t hear a thing—until he was already past it, and from within came the faintest, barely audible—

Whoosh~

A razor-thin whistle of a blade slicing air.

The sound was subtle, but with just a wall between them, it rang crystal clear.

!!

Zhang Chu’s heart slammed against his ribs. He dashed past the window—only for his body to suddenly freeze mid-motion!

Meanwhile, inside the room—

Han Jingchuan and the others lay hidden, using Tortoise Breath Technique to suppress their presence. All of them crouched against the wall, quietly waiting.

Nearly fifteen minutes had passed with no signs of movement outside—until a shadow flashed past the window like a phantom.

??

One of the centurions beside Lu Qian was caught off guard, pupils shrinking as his blade twitched upward.

Han Jingchuan, still pressed to the wall, instantly felt a chill crawl up his spine. He was trying to guess the identity of the person outside when a dreadful sense of danger clawed at him—

And then, in the very next instant, the wooden wall was pierced by a flash of icy steel!

SHNK—

A three-foot blade shot straight through the wall, stabbing cleanly through the exposed back of a centurion’s neck. The man didn’t even flinch—his body simply hung there, nailed to the wall like a grotesque ornament.

The two centurions beside him went pale, horrified, and immediately stabbed their blades toward the wall.

SHTK—SHTK—

Han Jingchuan, realizing their ambush had been discovered, exploded into action. His steel saber cleaved out a silver arc that tore the wall apart—sending a furious wave of wind roaring outward!

BOOM—

Outside the window, Zhang Chu—cloaked and silent—had not expected to find four burly ambushers hidden inside, their presences utterly suppressed.

This bastard is too crafty!

Even though he had prepared for an ambush, Zhang Chu struggled to defend against the full-force slash. He raised his saber just in time to block the lethal blow—only for two other blades to pierce into his abdomen!

CLANG—

SPLUT—SPLUT—

The twin blades plunged into his waist, digging in two inches before being caught by his rock-hard muscles like nails stuck in ironwood.

Han Jingchuan’s powerful strike drove Zhang Chu backward, leaving a crimson trail in the air!

Seeing their enemy wounded, Han Jingchuan lunged forward in pursuit, attempting to finish him off with a killing blow.

But when Zhang Chu caught sight of three giant men leaping from the house—none of whom looked like Xie Jinhuan—he instantly realized he had walked right into a trap.

Invite the enemy in just to seal their doom—they’d played him like a fool. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Without hesitation, Zhang Chu turned and fled.

But what he really didn’t expect... was that Xie Jinhuan had prepared even more.

As Zhang Chu vaulted off the roof and attempted to flee over the next building, a thunderous roar exploded from below:

“Holy thunder-mother!”

BOOM—

The roof tiles of a nearby house blew apart!

Shattered debris whirled into the sky, carried by an overwhelming blast of force. Hidden among the flying rubble was a massive eight-sided warhammer, spinning toward him like a divine siege weapon.

It closed the distance in an instant!

“Shit—!!”

Zhang Chu had not expected another powerhouse hidden in ambush—someone with even greater explosive strength!

In the blink of an eye, he realized the trajectory of the hammer was slightly off—and miraculously resisted the urge to block. Instead, he forced his body into violent motion—

BANG—

A burst of dense black mist erupted from his body, clouding a wide area in an instant!

He twisted to the side just as the whirling hammer grazed past him—mere inches from pulverizing his skull.

A heartbeat later—

THUMP—

A sickening crunch echoed from behind him.

Han Jingchuan had been racing forward to finish Zhang Chu off when he saw someone blocking the path. He thought it was some unknown helper.

But before he could celebrate—he ran headfirst into the black fog trailing behind the escaping assassin. His vision vanished. His balance collapsed.

And then—

The warhammer, moving like a falling meteor, smashed into his chest with brutal precision!

As a thousand-man commander in the Chilin Guard, Han Jingchuan wasn’t weak.

But at that range, with his vision stolen by ghostly fog, he stood no chance against a third-rank martial artist’s full-force strike.

He didn’t even register being hit. One second he was moving—the next, his robes exploded, revealing a layer of black soft armor beneath.

That armor might’ve been sturdy... but it hadn’t accounted for this level of blunt force trauma.

Xie Jinhuan had.

The hammer caved in Han Jingchuan’s chest, shattering his spine and arching his entire back into a grotesque crescent.

THUMP!

With a muffled bang, Han Jingchuan’s mouth and nose blasted out a jet of blood, and his body flew like a cannonball—ripping through the fog, shattering the Golden Tower’s wall, and slamming into the main hall!

BOOOOM—

CRASH—

From behind, Lu Qian and the others saw Han Jingchuan’s body crash through the wall and thought he’d been hit by mistake.

Eyes wide, one of them blurted out in fury:

“Are you blind?!”

But Xie Jinhuan wasn’t blind. He’d known exactly who the four hidden killers were—and he had aimed for Han Jingchuan’s chest.

After the strike, seeing the black fog explode outward, Xie Jinhuan instantly recognized that this other assassin was a cultist from the Underworld God Cult.

Their escape techniques were insanely fast—and he was unarmed. It’d be hard to gain the upper hand.

So he shifted his target.

Listening for position, he lunged at the masked figure—Lu Qian.

And shouted mid-air:

“Demonic scum—die!”

Lu Qian’s eyes widened. He still wanted to shout his identity and stall for time.

But since he’d been the one to hand Xie Jinhuan the saber earlier... Xie Jinhuan showed him zero mercy.

Unarmed but moving like a living thunderbolt, Xie’s right hand clawed out mid-air—

CRACK—

Before Lu Qian could open his mouth, his neck was snapped clean, his head sent flying like a shot-put.

It slammed directly into the last remaining Chilin Guard behind him.

Meanwhile, the commotion outside had already drawn attention inside the Golden Tower.

SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH—

Wei Lu and Zhang Huaiyu had both been enjoying themselves in the tower, waiting to meet Xie Jinhuan once he came down to rest.

Now they burst out of the window in unison—only to see demonic fog fleeing and Xie Jinhuan, barehanded, fighting three men alone.

Their expressions changed instantly.

“Brother Xie, catch!”

Wei Lu threw his saber toward Xie Jinhuan and bolted after the escaping assassin.

Zhang Huaiyu sprinted toward the battle, hoping to help.

But clearly... that help wasn’t needed.

Xie Jinhuan had already crushed Lu Qian’s skull. The man’s flying head knocked the last Chilin Guard off balance.

As the saber flew through the air, Xie Jinhuan stomped ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ down, caught the blade mid-leap—and unleashed a devastating downward slash!

SWISH—

A brutal blade arc ripped through the air. The last guard barely had time to regain his stance before his body split in two—exploding into a fan-shaped mist of blood.

Without pausing, Xie Jinhuan surged past the corpse, chasing after the fleeing cultist.

But Zhang Chu, having run headfirst into this death trap, was already panicked beyond reason. He had no desire to fight—only to run.

And in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the shadows of the night.

Wei Lu, even sprinting barehanded, couldn’t keep up. When he lost sight of the cultist, he dropped down onto a nearby rooftop, scowling.

“That ghostly technique... it looks like the Underworld God Cult’s Dark Raven Shift. Brother Xie, what’s going on?”

Xie Jinhuan landed beside him, spinning the saber in a casual flourish to fling off the blood, then calmly sheathed it behind Wei Lu’s back.

SHNK!

“Not sure,” he said lightly. “Guess I solved the case too fast last night and scared the bastards. They tried to eliminate me.”

The clean, flowing motion of sheathing the blade—paired with his utterly relaxed demeanor—was so cool that even Wei Lu couldn’t help glancing sideways and muttering to himself:

Damn, that was slick...

I gotta learn that.

...

Fueled by Xie Jinhuan’s overwhelming presence, Wei Lu unconsciously puffed out his chest, mimicking the aura of his legendary grandfather Wei Wuyi. Even his voice deepened as he thundered:

“Brother Xie just arrived last night, and already these demonic scum are trying to assassinate you?! Outrageous! Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

Xie Jinhuan did think this was a bit outrageous—but deep down, he had lingering doubts.

The four killers hiding in the room were clearly the missing Han Jingchuan and his men.

But he hadn’t expected the Underworld God Cult to also get involved, trying to take him out as a growing threat.

Are the capital’s cults all this aggressive?

Good thing I’m the same way.