I stormed down the mountain, took down all the big shots in the city, and the female CEO dragged me

Rumble!

Thunder rumbled, rain poured down, and dark clouds obscured the sky; without checking the time, one would have thought it was night.

Cheng Feng unleashed a burst of flames to block the falling twin blades.

The moment the fireball collided with the twin blades, the stone tower built on the shore crumbled instantly, and the stones that the Five Sacred Mountains had gathered scattered in all directions.

Cheng Feng was attacked and sent flying backward, crashing into the boat. His spine was broken, and he lay on the ground howling in pain.

"Still not working?"

When Old Huang saw this, his brows furrowed even more.

He ordered someone to take Cheng Feng to heal his injuries, and the image of Xu Yuan flashed through Huang Laoguai's mind.

Where did that guy go?

If he were here, perhaps there would be a way.

Splash...

The river water was churning, and the boats beneath our feet were rocking violently, almost capsizing.

Old Huang intervened in time to stabilize the boat, and Huang Yiyi, who was almost thrown out, turned pale.

Although he didn't see everything that had just happened, he realized something was wrong as soon as Luo Chun and Cheng Feng fell to the ground one after another.

With no obstacles in sight, the twin swords fell faster and faster, and the roar of the river grew louder and louder, as if the river water was about to burst out of the water and flood the entire city.

"Mr. Fu, what should we do now?"

Huang Laoguai placed his last hope on Fu Lei, who was by his side.

Fu Lei shook his head helplessly; Luo Chun and Cheng Feng's methods were not entirely useless.

However, they were all repelled by the Twin Blades, and their own methods would certainly not work under these circumstances.

The situation is too rushed right now, leaving him no time to prepare.

"We should be able to hold out for now."

Just as the twin swords were about to strike on the river, Fu Lei suddenly threw his hands into the air, and three purple talismans rose into the air.

Fu Lei muttered incantations, and a moment later, lightning bolts shot out from his palm. The talismans seemed to come alive, sticking hard to the twin swords and slowing their descent.

"Blocked it?"

A look of joy flashed in Old Huang's eyes.

You could see that Fu Lei's whole body was trembling with effort, and he dared not relax his worries in the slightest.

On the rooftop, Fujiwara watched as his falling twin swords were suddenly stopped, bound tightly by purple ropes, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Looks like they're not all useless after all."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gathered all his strength and punched down towards the river below.

"Let me see today whether your Chinese sorcerers are more powerful, or whether the heritage of my great Chrysanthemum Kingdom is more comprehensive."

A tremendous surge of power descended from the sky, causing the bound twin blades to tremble slightly, as if they were about to break free at any moment.

Fu Lei shuddered; he could sense that someone on the other side had made a move.

One palm maintained the rotation of the energy talisman, while the other continued to gather power, striking the twin swords once more.

At this moment, the usually calm and collected Elder Huang also made his move, his aura surging forth, and the swaying boat beneath his feet instantly came to a stop.

The river water surged up from all sides, completely enveloping them.

Crack! The sound of thunder echoed in his ears, but Old Huang seemed not to have heard half of it and continued to gather strength to swing his arm.

Fujiwara on the rooftop felt the hardship the moment Huang Laoguai made his move.

"You old fool, you dare to come here again?"

Last time on the river, it was he who personally beat Huang Laoguai, leaving him severely injured.

He knew Huang Laoguai's aura all too well.

"court death."

Fujiwara dared not be careless, gathering his strength in both fists before simultaneously striking towards the river.

"The old man is still alive and has the strength to fight."

Fujiwara continued working with his hands, but his mind was filled with doubts.

He had previously received news that Huang Laoguai was suffering from severe internal injuries and was on the verge of death.

Now, how dare they attack me again?

Is this truly a final, desperate gamble?

Thinking of all this, he dared not be careless. He gave Inoue behind him a look, and the latter immediately stepped forward, urging his true energy to join Fujiwara in the attack.

puff…

Fu Lei spat out a mouthful of blood, but he showed no sign of giving up. He casually took out another talisman, bit his fingertip, and quickly drew on the talisman with his own blood.

"break!"

With a flick of his wrist, the talisman pierced through the churning river surface and hurtled wildly toward the twin blades.

After all this last night, Fu Lei was pale and looked extremely unwell.

He knew it was no use this time; he had no choice but to sacrifice himself.

As for whether it had any effect, he didn't know.

"retreat!"

From the rooftop, Fujiwara saw a group of people, covered in blood, rushing out of the river and heading straight for them.

Fujiwara instinctively abandoned his attack and quickly retreated.

Inoue didn't dare to take any risks and quickly retreated the moment Fujiwara spoke, but he was still hit by the force, which caused him a tearing pain in his chest.

Fujiwara peered down and said, "It seems Old Monster Huang has brought in a master this time."

"We won't fight him head-on."

Once the rain stops, the twin blades will naturally take shape; even if they can restrain them, they won't be able to hold out for long.

He turned around and glanced at the crowd behind him.

"Everyone, let's go back first."

Splash!

The rain on the river began to subside, and the thunder overhead gradually faded away.

Old Huang's heart pounded as he stared at the twin swords suspended in mid-air, seemingly imprisoned: "Imprisoned?"

Fu Lei spat out a mouthful of blood, glanced up and said, "They're only temporarily restrained."

"Once the sun rises, the Twin Blades' power will surge, and they won't be able to restrain you for long."

"They haven't confronted us, probably because they've been waiting for this moment."

Looking at the injured Fu Lei, Huang Lao couldn't bear it.

"Go and heal your wounds first."

He clenched his fists and looked in the direction of the Twin Blade Tower.

It's incredibly frustrating to be ridden around by a group of outsiders on your own turf.

He could also use other methods to deal with the builders of the Twin Blade Tower.

But everything needs to be justified.

He could never tell anyone that he wanted to demolish the building because of feng shui issues.

Nobody will believe him; on the contrary, people will criticize him.

Wasteful of resources, feudal superstition.

"grandfather…"

Seeing her grandfather's solemn expression, Huang Yiyi didn't dare to speak loudly.

Old Huang snapped out of his reverie, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

"We've blocked it for now, so what's next?"

The building has already been erected, and Fujiwara and his men won't give up easily.

Having gone to such great lengths, they'll definitely fight me to the death.

"Wish, still no news?" Old Huang asked, but no one answered.

"Send more people and continue the search."

Click...

A thunderclap boomed, and Xu Yuan suddenly opened his eyes. The surroundings were pitch black, so dark that he couldn't see his own hand in front of his face.

He could only hear thunder outside and the rain pattering against the overhead shelter.

It looks like an iron house?

No, it's chilly, like being in a cold storage room or a refrigerated truck.

As he gradually adjusted to the darkness, another figure in the shadows caught his attention.

"Rose?"

Hearing the call to make a wish, Rose let out a soft hum and slightly opened her eyes.

"How did I get here?"

Xu Yuan also wanted to know the answer. He tried hard to recall everything that had happened and why he was here.

He could imagine that the assassin in black stabbed him, and then eight or nine people pounced on him, pinning him down while he was still trying to react.

Later, someone covered their mouth and nose, as if it was poison or something.

After that, I knew nothing more.