I Can Devour Spirits

Duan Rong shot an arrow, the Black Python Bow in his hand still quivering uncontrollably.

He flipped his palm, leaped, and the Black Python Bow was already slung on his back as he sprang toward the direction of the Huaying Building!

The Profound Iron Arrow, wrapped in swirling air currents, shattered Bai Rong’s head, its momentum unabated, it slanted through the roof corner of the Huaying Building, turning a section of tiles into dust, before diving into the pitch-black night with a piercing hum.

The two Turtle Slaves guarding the door heard the commotion and immediately pushed the door open to enter!

But just as they pushed the door open, they suddenly saw a shadow flash before their eyes. Duan Rong’s palm blade struck the back of the heads of the two Turtle Slaves, knocking them out cold.

With Duan Rong’s current Body Technique at the True Qi Realm Great Perfection, the distance of three zhang to the Huaying Building could be covered in the blink of an eye with his full outburst.

The two Turtle Slaves at the room door, hearing the noise and attempting to enter, found Duan Rong already upon them!

Duan Rong stood between the two fallen Turtle Slaves at the door, raising his eyes to peer inside the room.

He saw Hu Huanhuan hanging there, her flesh bloody and blurred, breathing faintly. Not far from her, a headless corpse lay on the ground, blood lines wriggling over it, terrifyingly bizarre!

Bai Rong’s head, blown apart by Duan Rong’s arrow, was as dead as can be!

Duan Rong flipped his hand, darted over, and carefully fed a medicine pill into Hu Huanhuan’s mouth.

Seeing Hu Huanhuan swallow the pill, his inner worry eased. It was an emergency medicine left by Shen Ping, as long as Hu Huanhuan swallowed it, her life could be saved.

Noting Hu Huanhuan’s body covered in bloody wounds, Duan Rong’s eyes flickered, and suddenly leaping, he sprang behind the room screen and brought out a thin quilt.

The moment Duan Rong sprang back, he used his fingers as a blade, slicing through the hemp rope binding Hu Huanhuan’s hands.

With the rope cut, Hu Huanhuan just happened to fall onto the thin quilt in Duan Rong’s arms.

Though the quilt cushioned her fall, Hu Huanhuan’s wounds were too severe, and as she fell into Duan Rong’s arms, she let out a muffled groan from deep in her throat.

Duan Rong wrapped Hu Huanhuan in the thin quilt and immediately leaped into the night with her in his arms.

Duan Rong knew the commotion here would soon alert nearby Secret Agents!

With his Divine Sense scanning, he had already seen three Secret Agents swiftly moving toward the Huaying Building.

Duan Rong, moving like a phantom, slipped into a dark alley before the three Secret Agents closing in from different directions could spot him.

The three Secret Agents almost simultaneously headed toward Bai Rong’s room on the second floor of the Huaying Building.

Because the windows there were shattered, the roof horribly gaped with a large hole. It was conspicuous from any direction.

The singing and music hostesses of Huaying Building also heard the noise. Although songs and music permeated the building, the piercing sound of the Profound Iron Sword cutting through the air was initially not very audible, but as it shattered the window, blasted Bai Rong’s head, and penetrated the roof, its speed lessened, and the sound of air cutting suddenly rang shrill, like a scraping sound across your scalp.

Yet, the hostesses dared not venture over, for Bai Rong had issued orders prohibiting anyone from nearing his room and had stationed two Turtle Slaves with sticks outside the door.

One Secret Agent slipped in through the broken window, another descended through the hole in the roof, and the third one slipped in over the fallen Turtle Slaves at the door.

All three were short in stature, clad in Night Clothes.

Once in the room, they immediately locked onto Bai Rong’s corpse on the floor.

The headless body with wriggling veins was somewhat nauseating to behold.

They were Secret Agents trained under Ruan Fengshan’s control, already cognizant that if the Filthy Blood Sect members’ corpses were seen by the public, it would cause panic!

Thus, two Secret Agents pulled a blanket from the bed behind the screen, wrapped Bai Rong’s corpse, and quickly slipped out of the Huaying Building with it.

The remaining Secret Agent, after the other two departed, suddenly flipped his hand to grip a gleaming dagger. He used the dagger to pierce the hearts of the two fallen Turtle Slaves at the door.

Because he was unsure whether these two Turtle Slaves had seen Bai Rong’s wriggling-veined corpse, even a slight chance meant they had to be eliminated. This was a rule taught by Ruan Fengshan: better to wrongly kill than to miss even a single one.

Duan Rong, carrying Hu Huanhuan through the shadowy alley, swiftly maneuvered, evading every Secret Agent under his Divine Sense!

Perhaps due to the medicine’s effect, Duan Rong sensed Hu Huanhuan’s breathing becoming increasingly steady.

Duan Rong suddenly slipped like a phantom into a pitch-black alley. Upon entering, his figure leapt like willow leaves on the wind and landed lightly within a courtyard.

This courtyard was precisely where Jie Lei’s old residence was!

Duan Rong vertically cradled Hu Huanhuan, who was earlier held horizontally.

With some clarity returned, Hu Huanhuan groaned as Duan Rong’s sudden movement tugged painfully at her wounds.

Duan Rong knew he had hurt Hu Huanhuan, but with her body covered in injuries, any movement caused her pain, something unavoidable now.

Duan Rong, holding Hu Huanhuan, jumped into the dried well, taking her into the secret chamber.

Xiao Yu and Zhu Xiaoqi, witnessing Duan Rong suddenly bring someone back, were instantly flustered, bewildered!

Duan Rong, however, had no time to explain, looking at Zhu Xiaoqi, he said, ”Xiaoqi, I leave her to you. Her injuries are severe, use the Golden Wound Medicine to tend to her! Take good care of her!”