“How…. How is this possible…..” The small, gaunt elder was wide-eyed, tongue-tied, and so startled he almost jumped.

The Small Thunderflame Formation he’d put into place was enough to severely injure a Xiantian Martial Ancestor, and that was assuming it didn’t outright kill them!

Yet now, Su Yi had emerged from the building without a single hair out of place, as if the formation weren’t even there!

“As expected, this Young Lord Su isn’t simple.” Wang Zhuo was briefly stunned, but then, he sighed ruefully.

It seemed he wasn’t overly surprised.

“The formation can’t trap him, but that doesn’t mean we can’t kill him,” said the hulking giant with a grin. His big eyes were bright red, and they shone with intimidating cruelty and bloodlust.

Kssssh!

Suddenly, the faint, nigh-indiscernible sound of something cutting through the air appeared amidst the downpour.

Su Yi held his oil-paper umbrella in his left hand. With his right, he tapped the air.

A pitch-black arrow exploded into bits amidst the darkness, just ten feet from Su Yi.

But that was only the beginning—

An urgent, high-pitched sound reminiscent of someone strumming a zither resounded throughout the night sky, and suddenly, one sharp blade after another hurtled...