Blind Spot
Chapter 472 - 431 Trial One

Chapter 472: 431 Trial One

The Black Cavalry were silent as death, their mounts continuously backing away, the eyes beneath their helmets flickering with a mix of fear and apprehension.

Despite their outwardly cold and hard appearance, clad in thick, ruthless armor, it didn’t mean their hearts were equally unfeeling.

"Blood Body... didn’t even have the chance to activate before...! Who on earth is this guy!?"

Ouyang Shenyen’s deputy felt a cold chill in his heart. Watching Li Chengyi slowly walk out of the medical hall’s gate, he didn’t even dare to obstruct him.

He knew full well the strength of Ouyang Shenyen; of the six Deputy Commanders of the City Guard at Quling Mansion, Ouyang Shenyen was one, a formidable master on the verge of Spirit Infusion.

The Flame of Severe Cold Technique of the Ouyang Family was an upper-tier Grade Black technique, and coupled with their naturally concentrated bloodlines, the strength of their Blood Essence was inherently stronger than that of an average Blood Essence Martial Artist.

Since Ouyang Qing’s mysterious disappearance eight years ago, the Ouyang Family had started to decline.

The Family Head, Ouyang Tong, suspecting that Ouyang Qing had been captured by the nearby Blood Essence Barbarians, led a group to sweep the area, but was unexpectedly injured and his strength diminished. Now, only Ouyang Yuanji was left to hold up the family.

It was not easy for Ouyang Shenyen and others to cultivate arduously and rise up. Although his bloodline was less concentrated, being of Lower Grade, and his strength far behind the Family Head, he still did his best to carry half of the Ouyang Family’s current situation.

But now...

A single finger!!??

What kind of monster is this!?

The group of Black Cavalry didn’t dare to move.

Instead, it was Wang Zhijun and others within the courtyard who, despite their fear, called out to Li Chengyi.

"Brother Chen, where are you going!?"

Wang Zhijun shouted with all his might, seeing Ouyang Shenyen killed in the courtyard, he was shocked, and immediately guessed something.

"It has nothing to do with you."

Li Chengyi didn’t even turn his head, stepping away from the medical hall at a pace that seemed slow but was actually fast, vanishing into the streets in the blink of an eye.

Passersby nearby hadn’t even grasped what was going on when they saw the group of Black Cavalry retreat from the medical hall courtyard in disarray, scattering and fleeing in all directions.

A firework soared into the sky, the signal for help from the City Guards.

In the courtyard, Wang Zhijun and others carefully avoided the scattered flesh and blood, watching as the remains turned to black smoke, some fusing with the ground, others evaporating into nothing.

"What is he trying to do? What should we do next?"

His mind was a mess; in fact, he had a hunch about what Li Chengyi intended to do, what he was about to do, but...

"What we need to do next... is to not add trouble for Brother Chen, pack your things, and leave first, get out of the city!" Wang Zhijun made a snap decision.

At this thought, a shiver rose in his mind – if such an act were accomplished, what good would it do? His thoughts were now clear, but what about later?

Why was Brother Chen so impulsive...!?

He suppressed the sorrow rising in his heart, knowing that once gone, Wang Yichen would probably never be safe again.

"But what after we leave the city..."

Liu Mingyang was still in a daze, asking his question.

"After leaving the city... we head back to the main clan!" Wang Zhijun declared decisively, "We can’t persuade Brother Chen, the only thing we can do is to not become his burden."

"Zhijun... Does that mean that he..." Liu Mingyang grasped the deeper meaning of these words, his expression dramatically changing.

"This is the only way, we are powerless to do anything else," Wang Zhijun never felt so helpless and loathed his own weakness as he did now.

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Ouyang Family, Pure Yang Tower.

In front of the Pure Yang Tower of nineteen floors, quite a few family members who had heard the news had already gathered.

The entire Ouyang Family was divided into the main clan and branch families. All who awakened their bloodlines were part of the main clan.

The rest were all branch families, and their numbers were dozens of times that of the main family. Most were Common martial practitioners, True Qi Martial Practitioners.

The main clan, including the missing Ouyang Qing, had a total of only about a dozen people.

All of the Blood Essence Families in Shaoyin operated and were allocated in this way to maintain the high concentration of their bloodlines, without exception.

"Why would Shenyen have sent up a signal for help? Could it be that he encountered a strong opponent at the level of Spirit Infusion?"

Among the few people from the main clan who came, a tall man with a Bald Head and red flame patterns on his face looked towards the direction of the medical hall in puzzlement.

He was Ouyang Can, currently the leader of the young generation of the Ouyang main clan, the third in the family ranking, and the younger brother of Ouyang Lingzhu and Ouyang Qing.

With the first two either dead or missing, Ouyang Can became the head of the younger generation in the main clan.

His bloodline was of medium concentration, but his mastery of techniques was somewhat weaker than Ouyang Shenyen’s. The two aspects counterbalanced each other, making him almost equal in strength to Ouyang Shenyen.

"Ever since the incident with Big Sister... the struggle between the two Yin Gods has become more apparent. That Qi Family is troubling us at every turn, maybe they’ve forced Shenyen into a situation where he had to signal for help," said a middle-aged woman beside him, clad in snug-fitting garb, her hands shifting back and forth between leopard-like claws and human hands.

Yun Song took the opportunity to kill Ouyang Lingzhu, which was a slap in the face of Tiancan, intensifying the strife between the two great Yin Gods.

"Is everyone here? Prepare to go and provide support!" Seeing that the family members were almost gathered, Ouyang Can shouted loudly.

The family’s retainers and martial practitioners from the branch families had already assembled over thirty strong, neatly arrayed, each clutching armor and weapons, gathered in front of the flat area before the Pure Yang Tower.

"Form ranks!" Ouyang Can bellowed, mounting his horse.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, on the edge of the assembled group’s formation, a tall man clad in a sky-blue robe steadily approached.

"Who goes there!? Stop! This is the Ouyang Family’s territory!"