Chapter 108: Wishing You Prosperity
One of the night stalkers suddenly pulled out a small, dark iron orb from his bosom, no larger than a marble, and hurled it forcefully onto the ground behind them. Upon impact, the orb emitted a faint sound before exploding, releasing a dense white mist that quickly spread out, obscuring the vision of the two pursuers.
“Damn it!” Zhang Shouzheng muttered under his breath. The mist expanded rapidly, thick and impenetrable, unlikely to dissipate anytime soon. Now enveloped in the fog, they could no longer continue the chase; worse yet, they were in grave danger.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...” Several sharp whistling sounds suddenly pierced the air. Jiu’er leapt nimbly away just as several throwing knives embedded themselves where she had just stood. These blades shimmered with a faint purple glow, clearly coated with a potent poison.
These scoundrels never forget to strike back even as they flee — truly men of the Demonic Sect.
“Senior brother, don’t worry. I’ve wounded one of the night stalkers; his body is already tainted with the aura of death, and he’s injured as well. That’s why I can still smell the scent of fresh blood,” Jiu’er said, locking onto a direction before bounding forward once again. Soon, not far from the campus wall, they caught sight of the three night stalkers’ trail. They were decisively bold — even though there were high-ranking members of the Demonic Sect within this school, these three made no attempt to seek shelter within. Instead, they fled directly from Empire Dragon High School.
“Chase!” Zhang Shouzheng’s cold smile was sharp as he fixed his gaze on the fleeing figures.
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“Teacher Li, am I seeing things? Or dreaming? How is it possible for someone to be carrying an umbrella in the middle of the night, and jumping so high like that? Is that even human?”
In the staff dormitory of Empire Dragon High School, a bespectacled female teacher on the third floor blinked hard, staring pale-faced at the distant figure bounding along.
“Xin’er, have you been under a lot of stress lately?” A gentle male teacher, brewing hot water in the dormitory, chuckled softly and approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist before gently lifting his head.
“Ghosts!” The male teacher muttered lowly as he watched the umbrella-bearing figure leap over the wall and vanish from sight in an instant.
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“I hear fighting!” Jiu’er’s ears twitched as she moved toward another section of the wall. Turning a corner, she spotted a tall man engaged in combat with the three night stalkers. The man was none other than Iron Bull. His entire body radiated a faint bronze glow. When one of the night stalkers swung a blade toward him, Iron Bull made no attempt to dodge. Instead, a low, guttural growl came from his throat before he slammed a fist forward with brutal force.
“Clang!” The clash of fist against blade sparked dazzling flashes. Iron Bull pressed forward instead of retreating, grabbing the attacker’s throat with a powerful hand and lowering his voice: “Tell me, where is the Young Master? If you don’t speak, Old Bull will snap your neck!”
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