Zu An was shocked. At first, he had only planned to secretly investigate them, but now it seemed as if he had fallen into their trap.

Fortunately, he had already condensed his soul. He instantly recovered from the stinging pain, and his finger shot out to deflect the thin and narrow sword. He was just about to retaliate when the attacker disappeared into the shadows.

Endless yellow and white paper strips descended from above. While initially soft, those paper strips soon became incredibly sharp, leaving deep gashes in the nearby walls.

Yu Yanluo reacted swiftly to the attack. She took out her World Painting and covered her head, sucking in all the descending paper. Suddenly, a thin sword stabbed toward her neck from the shadows.

Zu An’s soul had become incredibly perceptive. He quickly grabbed the sword, not giving the owner a chance to run away. He pulled the attacker toward him and unleashed a palm strike.

“Please...