Outside, the rain grew heavier, drumming dully on the wooden house.
When An Jiu fully extended her spiritual power, she could almost cover the entire island. She knew clearly that dozens of Crane Control Army experts were already on the island.
Once, they had defeated the Misty Mountain Villa with fewer than ten people, but she had to admit that without Chu Dingjiang, the outcome would have been entirely different.
An Jiu leaned against the doorframe, silent, her fingers constantly rubbing the Tang sword at her side.
If they could detoxify quickly, they might be able to fight their way to the northern ferry and escape by boat. Though whether they could leave was still uncertain…
The heavy rain outside seemed to be cheering on the Crane Control Army, quickly dispersing the mist, leaving only a hazy vapor. An Jiu suddenly remembered that Da Jiu had taken Sheng Changying into hiding and hadn’t returned. Realizing she was once again in a situation of being hunted, she grew irritated. Her hand, which had been rubbing the sword hilt, stopped and suddenly tightened.
She put on a cloak. “Stay here and recover. I’ll be back soon.”
This place was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it had various potent poisons developed by Mo Sigui. Sui Yunzhu and the others were all quite experienced in combat, so An Jiu wasn’t worried.
“Where are you going?” the apprentice asked, noticing he was the only one awake while the others were recovering. He worried that if someone attacked now, they would all be wiped out!
“Don’t worry, the Crane Control Army is resting temporarily. No one will come for a while,” An Jiu said, closing the door and opening the special umbrella made by Lou Xiaowu as she slowly descended the mountain.
Raindrops fell on the umbrella with muffled thuds.
An Jiu’s calm gaze concealed a murderous intent. She was originally a hunter; how could she become prey fleeing in panic? If they continued to be passive like this, how would it be any different from her previous life?
Her advantage lay in her powerful spiritual energy, which allowed her to easily conceal her whereabouts. This was suitable not only for escaping but also for assassination!
Since they were cornered, why not stop running and fight back?
Five hundred paces ahead, three Crane Control Army members were walking in this direction: two at the fifth level and one at the seventh.
An Jiu’s lips tightened slightly under her face cover. She stood still, waiting for the three to approach.
After the recent explosion, the Crane Control Army suffered heavy losses. The main force was regrouping, so they sent out several small teams to search the surroundings. This three-person team was one of them.
They knew there were about six or seven people on the island, all with relatively low martial arts levels, so most of their attention was focused on watching out for landmines and poisons.
An Jiu stood on a horizontal branch, holding her umbrella and looking down at the three who had already walked under the tree.
The three moved extremely quietly, their steps on the rotting leaves barely making a sound.
The water droplets gathering and falling from An Jiu’s umbrella seemed more rapid than elsewhere. The three were very alert and, noticing the unusual sound of raindrops on dead leaves immediately looked up. However, they were still slower than An Jiu.
As a string of water droplets fell from the umbrella’s edge, An Jiu suddenly closed it and leaped down. With one hand, she drew her Tang sword from the side, while the other pressed a button on the umbrella handle to launch hidden weapons.
Two clusters of needles, as fine as ox hair, instantly buried themselves in the thigh of the seventh-level expert. He struggled for a moment before falling to his knees.
Everything seemed to slow down. Before the string of raindrops from the umbrella could reach the ground, An Jiu’s sword tip was already at the neck of one of the fifth-level martial artists. A thin line of blood appeared on that pale neck, but her blade didn’t stop. She spun to block the sword of the other martial artist, suddenly releasing her grip on her sword. It fell as she moved like the wind, flashing past the opponent’s armpit. Her hand, covered in a thick black glove, grabbed the enemy’s neck and suddenly exerted force, crushing the internal cartilage to powder.
Plop.
The string of water droplets from the umbrella earlier finally fell onto the dead leaves, mixing with the blood.
Killing three people took only an instant.
The sweet, metallic scent of blood mixed with the damp air. As An Jiu inhaled this smell, she suddenly became excited.