CHAPTER 307: CHAPTER 307: YOU ARE LI TIANXING

Suddenly deprived of light, Shen Qinglan instinctively closed her eyes, allowing them to adjust to the sudden darkness.

As soon as she opened them, she saw a shadowy figure float in, only to quickly break through the window once more.

Shen Qinglan narrowed her eyes slightly. She ran back to the bed, grabbed a cloak to put on, then took hold of the gun at the bedside, and swiftly pursued the shadowy figure.

The shadow seemed to deliberately wait for her, not rushing to leave after breaking the window, but hovering near her window under a large tree, back and forth, until seeing her leap out of the window, it then flew off beyond the wall.

Though Shen Qinglan could not perform Qinggong, she was agile, and before long, she had vaulted over the high wall, continuing to chase after the figure.

She chased it until a desolate ruin, where the shadow finally stopped.

Seeing the shadow halt suddenly, Shen Qinglan also stopped her steps, coldly asking, "Who is here pretending to be mysterious?"

The shadow slowly turned its head, then let out a few sinister laughs.

The laughter was very hoarse, seemingly coming from an elderly voice, "Little girl, you have quite the luck!"

"Who are you?" Shen Qinglan asked warily, staring at the shadow.

The rain continued to fall, not heavy, but with a slight chill.

The hair on her forehead was already dampened by the rain.

The old man did not answer her question but raised a hand and flicked his sleeve. All around, the "clang clang" of knives being drawn sounded, and a group of black-clad men suddenly emerged.

Upon seeing the scimitars in the hands of the black-clad men, Shen Qinglan’s peach blossom-shaped eyes could not help but narrow.

"You’re Li Tianxing!"

Not a question, but a statement.

"Oh?" The shadow was surprised and then laughed, "It seems, you already got word of my coming personally to take your head?"

"Take my head?" Shen Qinglan sneered, "Many want my life; you’re not worthy!"

Though she said this, she inwardly felt somewhat uneasy.

"Quite a brave little girl, I’m impressed," Li Tianxing said calmly, "It’s a pity you’ve killed several batches of my Heavenly Killer Sect assassins, I cannot let you live!"

His voice turned instantly cold as he finished speaking.

"Today, I want to see how you escape from this inescapable net!" He waved his hand, speaking softly, "Kill."

As soon as he finished speaking, another wave of black-clad figures emerged all around, surrounding Shen Qinglan.

Shen Qinglan’s heart tightened, yet she also entered a battle-ready state.

"Little girl, I’ve suddenly changed my mind!" He took a lantern from one of his subordinates, speaking seriously, "Today, if you can escape from these three hundred assassins, I’ll take your name off the death list."

"Bang, bang, bang——"

Shen Qinglan did not respond, quickly drawing her gun, taking down several assassins at the forefront.

"Oh?" Li Tianxing was surprised, "It’s indeed a fine weapon, no wonder they couldn’t kill you!"

Shen Qinglan switched the gun to her other hand, and with another series of "bang, bang, bang" she quickly dispatched a few more.

"Click——"

No bullets...

Shen Qinglan had no time to frown; she kicked the ground with her toes, sending a scimitar flying up. She reached out and grasped it, leapt to dispatch an assassin attempting a sneak attack from above.

In the rain-soaked night, Li Tianxing held up a lantern, standing amid the ruins, coldly watching the throng of dark figures, focusing on that slender white silhouette.

He couldn’t help but narrow his eyes; this little girl, having not an ounce of Inner Strength, yet her speed was incredibly fast.

The assassins, teaming up, could do nothing to her; on the contrary, in the end, they were silenced by her scimitar.