249: Lock on three powerful men and prepare for a night raid! [Explosive Update]

Number One Estate Under Heaven.

Lu Jiuyuan had three dossiers from Dragon Guard Manor spread out before him.

"An Yunshan... a close friend of the Grand Secretary Yang Tinghe, a merchant so wealthy he could rival a nation, secretly recruits black-path experts, and his business extends to the Western Regions along the Silk Road.

His Foundation is in Baoding Prefecture, Sichuan."

"King Wuxiang Jin Buhuan... His Wuxiang Divine Art allows him to change his appearance endlessly, and no one knows his true identity.

His whereabouts are mysterious, and he often mingles among commoners or the powerful under different guises.

His own martial arts are also unfathomably deep!"

"King Miejue Chu Xiangyu... one of the top experts of his generation, once fought a three-hundred-move battle with Zhuge Shenhou, was defeated and captured, but was later rescued from prison by the long-bladed Shen Yunfei and disappeared.

Suspected to be connected to Jiao Fang, a Grand Academician of the Wenyuan Pavilion!"

Following this were the hiding places of the three, all in cities surrounding the capital, not too far away, everything clearly arranged.

Lu Jiuyuan's gaze lingered on the name "An Yunshan" for a moment.

"Let's start with this fattest 'rat'."

He did not delay, not even notifying Cheng Shifei, merely giving a few simple instructions to the manor's butler, then he, alone, in a green robe, floated away from Number One Estate Under Heaven.

His movements were like the wind, his departure like lightning.

Fifty li outside Baoding Prefecture, the An Family Manor.

This manor covered an extremely vast area, with high walls and deep defenses; from the outside, it appeared to be merely a rich man's private estate, but in reality, it was filled with hidden sentries and numerous mechanisms, one of An Yunshan's long-established lairs.

Lu Jiuyuan, in a green robe, stood atop an ancient pine outside the manor, the night wind blowing, his sleeves fluttering, like an Immortal.

According to the dossier provided by Zhu Wushi, An Yunshan himself possessed extremely high martial arts, having reached the Transcendent realm, and moreover, he cultivated a bizarre and evil art called the Star Sucking Great Art, which could absorb others' Internal Energy to supplement his own.

He had numerous experts under his command, among whom the "Four Demons of the Western Regions" were the most troublesome; all four were evil figures from the Western Regions, recruited by An Yunshan with heavy gold, and ordinarily used to maintain the security of cargo along the Silk Road.

Lu Jiuyuan moved, silently drifting down from the treetop like a fallen leaf, landing on the ground.

However, just as his feet settled, an abrupt change occurred!

"Woooo—!"

A shrill, ghostly wail suddenly erupted, and four black figures, as if emerging from Hell, positioned themselves in the four directions, surrounding him.

These four had varied appearances; the leader looked to be in his fifties, with a high nose, blue eyes, black hair, and sinister eyes, a mixed-race appearance.

The remaining three were one fat, one thin, and one female, each with their own distinct characteristics.

As soon as the Four Demons of the Western Regions appeared, they each took their positions, their Qi connecting, and an insidious and Weird force field instantly enveloped several zhang around Lu Jiuyuan; the air seemed to become thick and heavy, making it difficult to breathe.

"Heheheh... You had a path to Heaven but didn't take it, instead you broke into the gates of Hell! Imperial Uncle, we have been waiting for you for a long time!"

The leading elder, holding a staff topped with a skull, let out a strange laugh like a night owl; he was the leader of the Four Demons, "Ghost Elder" Sang Chong.

In the two empty eye sockets at the top of the bone staff in his hand, a faint green light flickered, chilling to the bone.

"Big Brother, why waste words with him? Take him down, and the boss will surely reward us handsomely!"

The second brother, "Blood Amitabha" Hachi, who was short and fat like a ball and had sharp steel claws on his ten fingers, sneered, his scarlet tongue licking his lips, as if looking at a delicious meal.

The other two were "Shadow Demon" Ursula, who wielded a poisoned curved saber, her figure elusive like a ghost, her posture graceful and wanton;

And "Iron Whip Drives Mountains" Dawang, who held a strangely shaped steel whip, stood 1.4 meters tall, had a waist circumference of 1.5 meters, and whose aura was as steady as a mountain.

The Qi of the four intertwined, clearly indicating their mastery of combined attack techniques, which had shaken the Western Regions.

Lu Jiuyuan's gaze swept over the four, his eyes indifferent. "I, Lu, came to kill, do four small dogs dare to block my path?"

"Arrogant!"

"Seeking death!"

The Four Demons were enraged by these words; they were notorious figures in the Western Regions, how could they ever have been treated with such contempt?

"Form the array! Ten Thousand Ghosts Devour Souls!" Ghost Elder Sang Chong roared, slamming his skull staff heavily to the ground!

"Woooo—!"

A more shrill and piercing ghostly wail sounded out of thin air, and the green light in the eye sockets of the skull staff flared, forming green flames, exceptionally terrifying.

This was precisely Ghost Elder's strange art; the staff head contained phosphorus powder collected from decaying bones, combined with poison, which burned to produce smoke, and as it was wielded, the ghost fire in the staff head's eyes blazed, and the toxins naturally dispersed.

Almost at the same time as Ghost Elder made his move—

"Boundless Sea of Blood!"

Blood Amitabha Hachi's corpulent body spun violently, like a giant flesh-and-blood top, his ten sharp claws tearing through the air,

Bringing forth a sky full of blood-colored claw shadows, a The smell of fishy air, enveloping Lu Jiuyuan's vital points.

The claw winds were sharp, faintly carrying the sound of metal and stone piercing the air.

Shadow Demon Ursula's figure flickered, as if merging into the night, her poisoned curved saber silently appearing behind Lu Jiuyuan, striking directly at his back, the angle cunning and vicious, the dark blue glow on the blade indicating extreme toxicity.

Iron Whip Dawang stood steadily in place, his steel whip like a venomous Dragon emerging from its lair, carrying the dull sound of wind and thunder, sweeping across Lu Jiuyuan's lower body, sealing off his evasion space.

The four cooperated tacitly, with terrifying ghost fire, insidious poison attacks, frontal assaults, backstabs, and area restrictions, instantly sealing off all of Lu Jiuyuan's escape routes, unleashing a barrage of killing moves, aiming for a single, decisive strike!