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It was evident that Wen Li’s martial arts had improved after his upgrade.

The kick he had just delivered forced Fu Qian to exert a bit more strength to dodge instinctively.

In the end, Wen Li couldn’t escape his fate and was sent flying several meters, crashing heavily to the ground in a move that seemed all too familiar.

There were countless screams of shock in an instant.

After kicking Wen Li, Fu Qian retreated diagonally in one swift movement under the horrified gazes of the crowd.

Crack!

A sound like crushing walnuts echoed ahead.

Lights of red and white blossomed wildly, blood mist exploded into the air, continuing unceasingly.

Yuan Shan’s guess was incredibly accurate—something really did happen here.

Fu Qian thought to himself.

By this time, the room had descended into chaos.

Although the party had mostly Transcendents, the sheer number of people meant that there was also a significant ratio of regular high society present.

Faced with an attack that could only be described as terrorism, screams erupted as people scattered in all directions, trying to escape.

In the midst of the confusion, Fu Qian stood still, looking in the direction from which the sound had come from, quickly fixing his gaze on a middle-aged man.

With a receding hairline, slightly overweight, and seemingly just an ordinary person, this man was hurrying along with the fleeing crowd.

However, his expression seemed panicked, yet his steps were measured—not the gait of someone truly frightened.

As for the fact that he appeared to be an ordinary person, Fu Qian was wearing a mask that could conceal his presence, so this was not necessarily evidence of innocence.

Just as Fu Qian was considering how to follow him, he realized someone was standing in his way.

This was a young man around thirty, handsome and dressed with distinction, though his expression was uncertain and suspicious.

If Fu Qian remembered correctly, this man seemed to have rushed over after he kicked Wen Li.

He probably came to seek justice but then got frightened by the sudden turn of events.

Should Fu Qian take down this nuisance in the confusion?

As Fu Qian was pondering, a clear grunt suddenly resounded.

The next moment, the entire area was enveloped by a strange force field.

Every movement felt as if they were trapped in thick syrup, facing immense resistance and moving exceedingly slow.

Fu Qian looked up to see that everyone was affected the same way, with the fleeing crowd moving as if they were swimming through water.

Including the dubious middle-aged man.

You could see that he was trying hard to break free of the constraints, but before he could regain his mobility, a figure leaped high from the crowd, accompanied by the sharp sound of slicing wind, stabbing straight into his back.

Isn’t that the host of Houhai Manor?

Identifying him by the luxurious clothes, Fu Qian recognized the man as the center of attention earlier, whose name on the invitation seemed to be Chen Xing.

The speed was fast, even if the move was a bit odd.

Fu Qian noticed that Old Master Chen Xing’s movements were quite unnatural.

It seemed he wasn’t relying on muscular force, but some kind of invisible power was dragging his limbs into action.

As Chen Xing launched his surprise attack, the slow-moving middle-aged man had no chance to evade and was hit squarely in the back, splattering blood.

However, the latter seemed to break free from the constraints through the impact, his body dissolving into a mist in an instant and swiftly vanishing before reassembling several meters ahead.

At the same time, his appearance changed, becoming thinner, completely bald, with a sinister-looking face.

Another screech tore through the air, even more piercing than before.

Old Master Chen Xing hesitated in his motion, unable to follow through with the next blow, and the bald middle-aged man crashed out through the window.

Staring in the direction of the escaping man’s escape, Chen Xing waved his hand with a grave expression, and the syrupy force quickly dissipated.

Shadows emerged from various spots in the banquet hall, all pursuing in the same direction.

They must be the Night Watchmen; among them, Fu Qian recognized the Poker Face he had seen at the base.

Considering the number of them, Fu Qian decided against the idea of following.

Let’s just wait and see how things unfold, seeing as I’ve already memorized their looks and aura.

If this individual was so weak that he couldn’t escape this pursuit, at worst the mission would be a failure and a redo. When that time comes, I could simply find him in advance and take him out directly.

Of course, even if I wanted to pursue, there’s still an obstacle in front of me.

Fu Qian looked at the young man before him, whose gaze continued to shift between himself and the blood-soaked ground.

After Chen Xing stopped the chase, he quickly directed his subordinates to maintain order and count casualties. The crowd had quieted down by this time.

Inside the banquet hall, several headless bodies were lying on the ground, their brains and blood forming a shocking straight line.

The only part where it was interrupted was right where Fu Qian stood.

To kill so many people in one hit, and all with crushed skulls, seems rather savage. Could it be an ability related to the mind?

Wen Li, now much improved, had already gotten up from the ground, looking at the gruesome scene with a somewhat pale face.

She had almost been trampled underfoot when the crowd scattered in escape.

Raising her head to give Fu Qian a blank stare, Wen Li approached and whispered her thanks.

People around realized that Fu Qian’s kick had been to save someone.

“Who are you?”

The young man in front of him also snapped back to reality and asked Fu Qian with a serious tone.

“Cha Yingjun,”

Fu Qian recalled after a moment, remembering the name he was currently using.

Cha Yingjun.

The young man frowned, apparently clueless.

“Your reaction just now, do you know something?”

It was evident that the young man was suspicious; after all, for someone with an apparently low level like Fu Qian to anticipate danger was unusual.

“Got a cramp in my leg,”

Fu Qian couldn’t be bothered with him and made up something on the spot.

“You better explain yourself more clearly,”

The young man’s expression twisted, his tone growing more hostile.

“Mingfei, you are being too impolite,”

Seeing that the young man was relentless, another person pushed through the crowd and stepped forward.

This person looked a bit older and had a similar appearance to the young man, probably his older brother.

“Having such an incident occur at our banquet and suspecting a guest who was merely saving himself first, if word of this were to get out, the Chen Family would lose all face,”

Chen Mingfei’s brother spoke quite sternly.

“Mr. Cha even helped to save Miss Wen. We should, by all means, express our gratitude,”

Turning his head, the man apologized to Wen Li who was nearby.

“Miss Wen, I am very sorry you had to experience such an incident. We will provide an explanation as soon as possible.”

Wen Li was clearly very popular.

Whether it was Chen Mingfei, who had rushed over first, or his brother who arrived later, both were visibly concerned about Wen Li.

But thinking about it, it made sense. A Sixth Phase Transcendent with psychic powers at such a young age wouldn’t be plentiful even in Shangjing.

Her appearance as a loner just now was probably because she was new, attracting much attention but still in the observing stage, with no one showing it openly just yet.

“Thank you for your concern, I’m fine,”

Wen Li shook her head, her gaze distant and thoughtful.

Just then, the front door opened and Poker Face, who had gone out to chase the suspect, walked back in. The guests turned their expectant gazes toward him.

Unfortunately, he merely shook his head slightly at Chen Xing.

Returned without success? It seems that the person in question is somewhat capable.

It’s good news for me, after all.