If he were here, Zhao Han would have been able to extend his senses farther away.
That being said, he had received many unique abilities from his keyboard too. Even if he wanted to nitpick, he had to admit that he had received the better deal.
All of a sudden, he heard a rustling noise. He immediately flashed a hundred meters ahead. There was no monster there, however, only a single page hanging on a tree branch. It appeared to have been torn from a book, and there was blood on it. Zu An picked up the page to take a look. It detailed a steamy scene from an erotic story.
“Sir libationer, did you find anything?” the others rushed over and anxiously asked.
“It’s nothing. It was just the wind rustling,” Zu An said as he quietly stowed the page into his clothes with his back turned to the others.
“Sir libationer, why don’t we leave this mountain first? We're getting creeped out,” He Lu and Wang Zhao said, gulping down their saliva.
“All right.” Zu An nodded.
Just then, a scream of agony echoed from behind.
“Woodcutter Zhang!” the head constable exclaimed in horror. They had been too anxious to catch up with Zu An, so they'd left Woodcutter Zhang behind.
Zu An went back to where they were, faster than the others. There, he found Woodcutter Zhang lying in a puddle of blood. He scanned the surroundings, but there was no one else in the vicinity. The culprit had already gotten away. He then walked up to Woodcutter Zhang and flipped his body over, hoping to check on his injuries and see whether it was possible to save him.
A sinister smile suddenly appeared on the face of Woodcutter Zhang. He opened his mouth, and a shadow shot toward Zu An’s face. It was even faster than the blades of the Shadow Group’s assassins. However, a golden flash of light sliced the shadow in two. Only then did Zu An see that it was something similar to a face-hugging insect. Its tentacles squirmed continuously on the ground.
“What are you doing, Woodcutter Zhang?!” the head constable roared in anger as he rushed over and swung his blade down on Woodcutter Zhang.
However, the blade suddenly changed its trajectory toward Zu An’s neck, and rapidly accelerated until it was many times faster.
Bam!
The head constable was sent flying like a sandbag. He crashed onto the ground so heavily that his bones fractured. The other constables quickly drew their blades and charged at Zu An too.
However, Zu An rolled up his sleeves and unleashed his ki. The blades of the constables immediately twisted like fried dough sticks, but the attack didn’t just stop there. The arms they held their blades with began twisting as if they were toys, and the sheer momentum sent their bodies spinning many times in midair before they collapsed on the ground. That single attack had incapacitated all of the constables.
“There’s something wrong with those constables!” He Lu and Wang Zhao exclaimed as they rushed over to Zu An’s side with looks of horror.
Zu An glanced at the ‘face-hugging insect’ on the ground, muttering, “I wonder what this is…”
Just then, Wang Zhao and He Lu each drew out a dagger and plunged them into Zu An’s back. A vicious glint flashed through their eyes.
Zu An sighed, remarking, “You finally couldn’t hold it in anymore?”
The two of them were taken aback. Why is he fine despite having been stabbed?
They quickly pulled out their blades, only for their eyes to nearly pop out of their sockets. To their horror, they realized their blades had shattered into fragments. Only the handles remained intact.
“How is his body so tough?”
The two of them were suddenly sent flying by an immense force that completely shook their bodies up, rendering them incapable of mustering any strength.
“W-When did you notice it?” the two of them asked as they stared at Zu An in disbelief.