The night wind rustled the branches of the ancient locust tree at the entrance of the village. Ye Fan stood in the shadows of the tree, his palm pressed against the rough bark. The surging Power of the Heavenly Dao within his Inner World seeped into the trunk through his fingertips. In an instant, he could clearly perceive the vibration frequency of the copper bells on the armor of the death squads twenty yards away—every single step was a life-threatening seven-five beat.
"Ye Lang." A very slight sound came from his side. Su Qingxue had slipped down from the tree top at some point, the silver hairpin quenched with deadly poison in her hair brushing past his earlobe. "I planted three extra fire-phosphorus bombs under the third blue stone slab in the east lane. I tested them just now; the fuse can delay for half a quarter of an hour—quite enough to make them walk right into the interlocking formation." As she spoke, the tear-mole at the corner of her eye fluttered with the smile at the corners of her lips, while her fingertips were rapidly forming seals, pressing the final mechanism talisman into the tree roots.
Lin Zhaoyue's sword suddenly hummed like a crane's cry. Ye Fan turned his head just in time to see her pure white sleeves whipped up by the wind, revealing the concentric sword scar on her wrist, carved on the same day as his. "The ones from the Star Shattering Realm are here." Her voice was colder than the blade, yet the tail of her speech leaked a trace of impercep…
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