Gao Wu: Oh no! Young Master Zhen is a cultivator!

In terms of killing alone, this assassin is clearly far more professional than Sun Kaiyuan.

She had been lying in wait on the aircraft, disguised as a crew member. She had walked back and forth in the aisle several times with a tray, pouring water for each student.

Unlike the Sun family patriarch, who directly blocked the road and confronted them head-on, which was very unprofessional.

She suppressed her breathing so well that even Zhang Qichuan didn't notice anything unusual.

If Sun Kaiyuan hadn't attracted everyone's attention outside, she might have continued to wait for a more perfect opportunity to make her move.

As the poisoned needle aimed straight for Lin Ran's throat, a surge of spiritual energy enveloped the entire aircraft.

When Lin Ran saw her get up, he gave the Xuan Chen Lord the order to create an illusion.

As she fired the poison needle, the Lord of Xuan Chen also activated the Mirage Pearl.

At this moment, the scene the assassin sees is completely different from the scene everyone else sees.

Lin Ran placed his hand on the sword box and gently pushed it, causing the Jinghong Sword to fly out of the box.

The sword flashed an arc of light, precisely blocking the poison needle.

Ding!

The poisoned needle struck the sword blade, bounced off, and fell at Lin Ran's feet.

The assassin paused slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes: "You're not a strength-based character, you're a metal-based character!"

"So smart? Do you need me to reward you?" Lin Ran leaned back in his chair, a playful smile on his face.

"So what?" The assassin tossed aside the tray, pulled two poisoned daggers from his sleeve, and gripped them in his palm. "Today, you will surely die."

"Is that so?" Lin Ran remained calm. "Let's ask my sword first!"

The assassin raised his arm, and several poisoned needles shot out simultaneously, leaving eerie green afterimages in the air.

She followed closely behind, her dagger aimed straight for Lin Ran's throat.

Seeing Lin Ran neither dodge nor evade, and his skin was pierced by the poisoned needle, a look of disdain flashed in the assassin's eyes.

However, the next second, she saw Lin Ran, who should have died from poisoning, gently raise his right hand.

He brought his index and middle fingers together and swung them forward.

The Swift Sword left a silver afterimage as it pierced directly towards the assassin's throat.

"How is that possible?"

The assassin parried with his dagger, and the dagger collided with the sword tip.

when!

The dagger flew out of his hand and fell to the ground.

The sword's momentum continued, piercing straight through her throat.

Pfft!

Blood splattered on the seats across the aisle, staining a patch of gray cushions red.

The assassin staggered back two steps, his back slammed against the cabin wall, and he slowly slid down.

Her eyes were wide open, and her lips opened and closed several times, only emitting a few hissing sounds that sounded like air leaking out.

Ultimately, they underestimated their opponent and were careless, failing to dodge.

However, this cannot be entirely blamed on her underestimating her opponent.

Who would have thought that she, a transcendent being, couldn't withstand a single blow from a primordial martial artist?

That's absolutely ridiculous!

What she found even more incomprehensible was that, despite being pricked by her poisoned needle, the target remained seated as if nothing had happened.

The other students around were completely oblivious to the assassination attempt, all looking out the window.

She glanced one last time at Lin Ran's calm face, wanting to say something, but her throat had already been pierced, and she couldn't utter a word.

Lin Ran withdrew his finger, and the Jinghong Sword was withdrawn from the assassin's throat. The sword was not stained with blood and remained completely silver-white.

He glanced towards the cabin door, then casually waved his hand, sending his flying sword piercing through the door and heading straight for Sun Kaiyuan, who was still confronting Zhang Qichuan outside the cabin.

Ding ding ding!

The blade and the flying sword collided in mid-air, creating a series of sparks.

While fending off the flying swords, Sun Kaiyuan scanned back and forth between the cabin door and Zhang Qichuan.

The flying sword's attacks were relentless, slashing, thrusting, and parrying at tricky angles, forcing him to retreat more than ten meters in mid-air.

The flames around him swayed violently with each parry, and several nicks of varying depths appeared on the blade.

It's definitely not worth sacrificing yourself, a Transcendent Martial Artist, to kill Lin Ran.

Zhang Qichuan was still standing there without making a move. The Tongxuan Realm expert hiding in the shadows hadn't even shown himself yet, but he was already struggling to defend himself by simply controlling a flying sword.

If the two of them work together, will I still be able to gain any advantage?

"I can't fight head-on!" He made up his mind, feinted with his flaming longsword, and retreated rapidly.

Zhang Qichuan remained standing in the same spot, showing no intention of making a move, but the flying sword relentlessly pursued him.

Ding ding ding!

Sun Kaiyuan retreated while blocking, the flames leaving a long trail of fire behind him.

The flying sword relentlessly pursued him from behind. Every time he tried to steady himself, the sword would pierce him from a tricky angle, forcing him to defend with all his might.

He, a dignified ancestor of the Profound Realm, was chased like a stray dog ​​by a flying sword.

"I have already decided to let you leave, why are you still making things difficult for me?" Sun Kaiyuan shouted loudly.

However, the flying sword could not speak; it only kept slashing and thrusting.

The relentless sword strikes left him utterly powerless to retaliate.

Of course, fighting back was useless.

After all, what was in front of him was just a flying sword, not a martial artist.

The sword's edge sliced ​​through his sleeve, slicing off a section of it, the fabric burning to ashes in mid-air.

Sun Kaiyuan fought and retreated, the flames around him being shattered by the sword wind.

He had lived for over a hundred years and had never been so disheveled!

"This is outrageous!"

He suddenly erupted, his flaming longsword growing three zhang in length, and slashed at the sword.

when!

The flying sword was knocked back several feet, and the blade emitted a clear, melodious hum.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Sun Kaiyuan created distance and fled into the distance without looking back.

The flying sword chased for several miles, reaching the maximum range covered by Lin Ran's divine soul. The sword tip hovered in the air for a moment before turning back.

Sun Kaiyuan noticed that the flying sword behind him had stopped chasing him and stopped behind a dark cloud, panting heavily.

The flames around him had mostly died down, revealing an old and gloomy face inside.

He glanced down at the numerous nicks and slits on the blade, his eye twitching.

"Lin family brat, I'll let you live a few more days. I don't believe you'll always have a martial arts master protecting you."

Little did he know, Lin Ran had the same idea: "Participating in the arena competition is the most important thing. Let this old bastard surnamed Sun live a few more days."

His current spiritual range is only a few kilometers at most. After chasing for several miles, the flying sword was already close to its limit. If it chased any further, it would lose control.

They may have fled, but the Sun family is in Xinhai, and they will inevitably face a reckoning in the end.

Inside the aircraft, the illusion continued.

Zhang Qichuan returned to the cabin, closed the door, stood in the middle of the aisle, and scanned the students present.

"Don't worry, everyone, the people who were trying to stop us have already retreated."

All the students seemed not to hear anything and remained quietly in their places.

Zhang Qichuan looked slightly embarrassed and turned to Lin Ran: "Ahem... Nephew Lin, may I speak to you in private?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Ran stood up and followed Zhang Qichuan to an empty seat at the front of the cabin.

The two sat down, and Zhang Qichuan glanced around before lowering his voice to ask, "Are there any members of your Lin family on this aircraft?"

"What makes you say that, Lord City Lord?" Lin Ran feigned ignorance.

"Hmph!" Zhang Qichuan's eyes sharpened. "What's the deal with that flying sword?"

Lin Ran asked in confusion, "What flying sword?"

"At a time like this, you're still trying to fool me?" Zhang Qichuan took a deep breath, his gaze becoming serious.

"Alright then." Lin Ran shook his head. "There is indeed a senior member of my Lin family in the cabin. I hope the City Lord will not take offense."

Lin Haozhe invited him, so he can be considered an invitation from the Lin family. There's nothing wrong with that.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qichuan's gaze swept around the cabin.

The driver and service staff were busy with their own tasks, showing no signs of anything amiss; none of them resembled martial artists at the Profound Realm.

He looked away and lowered his voice, asking, "Who is it?"

Lin Ran did not answer, because he was having a small meeting with the Lord of Xuan Chen inside the Xuan Chen Pearl.

Now that the crisis is over, the bodies inside the cabin haven't been dealt with yet. We can't just throw them out, can we?

Putting aside the moral issue of littering, once the illusion ends, it will be quickly discovered that someone is missing from the cabin.

"Is there a way to manipulate a corpse?"