Under One Person: Please Call Me Golden Flash

Chapter 289 Tang Clan's "Pretty Boy"

In Beijing, two figures flashed by like ghosts.

Zhao Zhen and Lu Huizhong moved like lightning, instantly sweeping across the densely packed rooftops of Beijing.

The autumn wind, carrying a chill, seeped into her sleeves as Lu Huizhong spoke rapidly.

"That kid Yang Lie is too arrogant. When he saw Zheng Zibu leaving alone at the conference, he thought it was a golden opportunity to seize the Tongtian Talisman! I couldn't stop him at all!"

Before Lu Huizhong could finish speaking, a series of loud noises suddenly came from the direction of the dense forest outside the city.

"Damn it, it looks like they've already started fighting over there!"

Lu Huizhong's expression changed drastically; her previously calm face gradually turned ugly.

If Yang Lie really did personally participate in the pursuit of Zheng Zibu, then the Tang Clan would never be able to remain unscathed from now on!

Thinking of this, Lu Huizhong quickened her pace.

Before long, the two of them sped all the way to the outskirts of Beijing.

Deep in the dense forest, the moonlight was sparse, and the moonlight was broken by the thick branches and leaves, casting mottled and swaying shadows.

Because it had just rained, the air was filled with the dampness of the soil and the fishy smell of grass and trees, as well as a stronger smell of blood and mixed fluctuations of true qi!

In the arena, two figures stood back to back, relying on each other.

Runes flowed around Zheng Zibu, sometimes forming golden shields to block attacks, sometimes spewing fire snakes. Under the control of the Tongtian Rune, streams of blue true qi condensed in the air into runes that could be used for attack or defense, dissolving and repelling the tidal wave of attacks from various factions.

Behind him, standing shoulder to shoulder, was Zhang Huaiyi, who had disappeared long ago!
He appeared small and thin, yet his movements were as swift as a ghost, and the dazzling golden light emanating from his body resembled a second small sun under the moonlight.

Compared to Zheng Zibu's various talismans, Zhang Huaiyi's attack was simpler and more deadly.

Whether it's a footwork so exquisite it dodges a flying arrow, or a punch or palm strike enveloped in golden light, it breaks the bones and sends the opponent flying backward.

His presence deterred many hesitant experts from going all out, and also relieved Zheng Zibu of most of the pressure.

Judging from Zhang Huaiyi's performance of only using the Golden Light Mantra and not even using thunder magic, it is clear that after comprehending the Qi Source Flow, his combat power has once again increased by leaps and bounds.

After seeing this, Zhao Zhen gradually relaxed.

He stood on the trunk of a large tree, his gaze sweeping over the battlefield surrounding Zheng Zibu and Zhang Huaiyi.

They were besieged by various groups of people who had followed them from the venue all along.

There were familiar faces like the Shuzi Sect and the Natural Sect, as well as many smaller sects attending the Extraordinary People Conference. In fact, Zhao Zhen even inadvertently saw members of the Wang and Lü families in the shadows!

"These guys, their own patriarch is dead, and they still have the nerve to send people to steal the Eight Extraordinary Techniques..."

A mocking smile flashed across Zhao Zhen's lips before he turned his gaze to the Lü family group on the other side.

Leading the group was Lü Ci, nicknamed "Little Mad Dog" of the Lü family, accompanied by several other Lü brothers.

They didn't rush to make a move. After all, Lü Ci had fought alongside Zhang Huaiyi in the past and naturally knew how strong Zhang Huaiyi was.

Therefore, his current plan is probably to wait until others have exhausted Zhang Huaiyi and Zheng Zibu's physical strength and true energy before making his move and reaping the benefits.

In this respect, Lü Ci was indeed very clever, but the others were not fools either.

Everyone was thinking of sending others to their deaths first, then jumping in to reap the rewards. This meant that although the battlefield appeared chaotic, Zhang Huaiyi and Zheng Zibu didn't actually experience much pressure. Of course, all of this was contingent on excluding Yang Lie, one of the Tang Clan's top assassins!
Thinking of this, Zhao Zhen also turned his head to look at Lu Huizhong, who was searching for Yang Lie's whereabouts.

"Sister Lu, have you found Yang Lie?"

"Damn it, Yang Lie is incredibly talented. He's mastered almost all of the Tang Clan's techniques. Finding him with this level of illusionary barrier in such a short time will be really difficult!"

Lu Huizhong gritted her teeth. She was also a top-notch assassin, which made her even more aware of how difficult it was to find another Tang Clan assassin of equal skill in the shadows.

What troubled Lu Huizhong even more was that Yang Lie had already inherited the Tang Clan's ultimate technique—Dan Shi!
If this kid gets carried away and uses the Pill Devouring Elixir here, then no matter who dies among the two below, the Tang Clan and Na Du Tong will be permanently at odds!

"Never mind, I'll look for it."

Zhao Zhen shook his head. Fortunately, just in case, he had brought the little fox Hutu out beforehand.

In the past, because of the need to control spirits and command generals, Zhao Zhen almost never dared to bring the little fox to face the Wang family, for fear that he might accidentally let the confused spirit be captured by the Wang family.

However, Zhao Zhen had no such concerns at this gathering of extraordinary individuals, because even if the Wang family had a hundred times the courage, they wouldn't dare to forcibly restrain a spirit in front of so many people.

Otherwise, not to mention whether those immortals outside the pass would get angry, Zhao Zhen would definitely not let a member of the Wang family leave alive.

"Little fox, do you still remember Yang Lie's scent?"

"Is that pretty boy from the Tang Clan?"

"Ah."

"Don't worry, let me look for it."

Hu Tu nodded, sniffed lightly, and began to try to find Yang Lie's "scent" in the air.

After a long while, Hu Tu finally spoke again: "Found it, it's behind that little tree over there!"

This little guy's scent was almost gone, but unfortunately, it still couldn't escape Grandma's nose!

HuTu proudly raised its head. Lately, it had been living in constant fear because of that spirit-binding and commanding thing. It was finally able to get out, so it was naturally in a good mood.

"Thanks, you've been a great help."

Zhao Zhen smiled slightly, then looked in the direction Hu Tu had pointed to.

On the outskirts of the battlefield, in the shadow of a tall pine tree, it almost blends into the night.

Yang Lie lay in ambush here, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the core of the battlefield, especially the exhausted Zheng Zibu.

His aura was extremely restrained, and he held three bone-piercing nails, as thin as cicada wings and gleaming with a ghostly blue poisonous light, between his fingertips.

The poison on the nails is not fatal, but it can render a person incapacitated in the shortest amount of time.

He was waiting, waiting for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, waiting for the moment when his defenses would falter.

At this moment, Yang Lie's breathing was slow and long, and all his muscles were tense, like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to unleash a thunderous strike as soon as he let go.

Just as Yang Lie finally found Zheng Zibu's wide-open defense and was about to make a fierce move, a golden light silently appeared behind him.

(End of this chapter)