Mythical Cultivation

The deadly flying knife was about to pierce the body of the man in black and kill him with one blow.

However, at this critical moment, a huge and powerful hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere!

Just two thick fingers, like a pair of iron pliers, tightly clamped the willow-leaf flying knife that was hurtling towards him, causing the attack that was originally sure to succeed to suddenly fail, and also allowing the man in black, whose life was hanging by a thread, to escape by chance.

But how could the butler be an ordinary person? He snorted coldly, and a powerful spiritual power suddenly surged.

As his mind moved, the trapped willow leaf flying knife suddenly made a sharp and piercing sound, as if trying to break free from its restraints and continue to carry out its mission of killing.

Then, the willow-leaf flying knife twisted violently, forcing itself free from the fingers that were tightly gripping it at an extremely tricky angle. Furthermore, the extremely sharp blade slashed across the opponent's fingers, instantly leaving a sliver of scarlet flesh.

And during this moment of delay, the men in black took the opportunity to speed up their escape.

They jumped and shuttled in the courtyard like ghosts. In the blink of an eye, they jumped over the wall and disappeared into the dark night. Not even a trace of them could be found.

At this time, the leading man in black saw that his three brothers had successfully escaped from here, and he couldn't help but feel like retreating.

After all, facing the powerful butler, continuing to fight would only lead to disaster. So, he made a quick decision, turned around and ran in the same direction as his brothers.

However, how could Wu Ming and the others let the man in black succeed so easily? In an instant, Wu Ming, Nangong Wending, and Zhou Ling moved swiftly like ghosts, forming a tight triangle formation in the blink of an eye, firmly encircling the man in black in the center.

However, they did not approach the man in black rashly. Instead, they skillfully used their powerful spiritual power to control the weapons in their hands, and attacked the man in black continuously like a storm.

These weapons intertwined and shuttled in the air, flashing a heart-pounding cold light, making the man in black overwhelmed and exhausted.

At the same time, the butler was also completely enraged by the black-clad man's arrogant behavior. His face darkened, and with a slight wave of his arm, two cold rays of light instantly shot out from his wide sleeves.

A closer look revealed two incredibly sharp willow-leaf flying knives! Adding the one already launched, there were now three flying knives, like swift, venomous snakes, stabbing suddenly from angles too sharp for the man in black to detect.

Although the butler's cultivation level was only at the late stage of the Exorcism Realm, he was indeed slightly inferior to the priest who was fighting fiercely with the man in black.

However, the butler's superb and elusive knife-throwing skills undoubtedly became one of the biggest threats faced by the man in black in this melee.

The man in black secretly groaned in his heart. He knew very well that if he could not get rid of the butler's entanglement as soon as possible, it would be difficult for him to escape unscathed today.

So, he tried his best to break through the tight defense line built by the worshiper, Wu Ming and the other two, so that he could free his hands to kill the butler in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, things went against his wishes. No matter how he rushed left and right, or how hard he tried, the priests and Wu Ming and others who were fighting with him always held on tightly and never gave him any chance to take advantage.

Because everyone knew very well that if the butler had not been there to use flying knives to continuously put pressure on the man in black, it would be a pipe dream for them to resist such a ferocious man in black with their own strength.

The man in black saw that he could not launch an effective attack on the butler no matter what, he became extremely anxious.

As time passed, nearly half of the time he had spent on the secret technique had passed. If he didn't get away quickly, he would probably die here today.

Thinking of this, the man in black instantly changed his strategy, gave up the idea of ​​killing the butler, and instead thought of escaping from here.

He swung his sword once more, successfully repelling the worshiper in front of him. Then, he swiftly attacked again, knocking the weapons from Wu Ming and the other two people one by one.

Then he turned around suddenly and rushed out of the courtyard like an arrow.

However, at this critical moment, three flying knives flashing with cold light came whistling like lightning, just blocking the way of the man in black.

It turned out that the butler had been paying close attention to the man in black's every move and had already seen through his intention to escape.

Faced with this sudden obstacle, the man in black didn't panic. He gritted his teeth and wielded his long sword with all his might, protecting his heart, forehead, and other vital parts. Then, without hesitation, he rushed forward, not even glancing back.

In an instant, three crisp piercing sounds echoed throughout the courtyard. The butler's incredibly precise willow-leaf flying knife left three deep wounds on the man in black.

Blood immediately gushed out from the wound, but the man in black seemed unaware of it. He paused for a moment and then continued to run out of the yard desperately.

Without the chief steward's orders, Wu Ming and his two companions, as well as the attendants present, immediately understood what was going on and, one after another, followed closely behind the man in black, pursuing him relentlessly. Thus began a thrilling chase.

The atmosphere in the hall was solemn and dignified. At the head of the table sat the old lady of the Bai Mansion, her face serious and her eyes sharp, exuding an air of authority. The head butler stood respectfully at her side, bowing slightly, awaiting the old lady's instructions.

Sitting on the left seat were the eldest son Bai Junze and his wife Bai Wang.

Bai Junze has sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and is handsome and extraordinary. His noble temperament is further highlighted by his gorgeous clothes. Bai Wangshi is gentle, dignified and beautiful. She holds a silk handkerchief lightly in her hand, and her beautiful eyes look at the old lady from time to time, as if trying to guess her thoughts.

On the right seat sat the third young lady, Bai Ningzhu. She was only 28 years old, beautiful and charming, and at that moment, she blinked her bright eyes, observing the crowd with curiosity.

Standing in the hall were Nangong Wending, Zhou Ling, and Wu Ming. Among them, it was Nangong Wending who had just reported the situation to the old lady.

He was tall and mighty, with a resolute face, and exuded the murderous aura of a veteran on the battlefield.

The old lady stared at Nangong Wending with a sharp gaze. She slowly asked, "Thank you for your hard work, Commander Nangong. Were there any casualties in the palace this time? What about the casualties of the palace guards who bravely resisted the foreign enemies?"

Although the voice was not loud, it carried unquestionable majesty.