Chapter 924: Blood Spills at Spring Moon Tower (Part Two)

In an instant, Spring Moon Tower transformed into a battlefield of slaughter.

As the dancers and maidens launched their assault on Wang Chen, the musicians, who had been playing instruments moments before, tore off their disguises. Their instruments turned into deadly weapons in the blink of an eye.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Accompanied by a chilling whistle, dozens of silver threads shot toward Wang Chen simultaneously.

Each silver thread was imbued with immense power and moved with uncanny agility!

Wang Chen’s eyes flickered as he dropped the severed hand he had been holding and abruptly clawed forward.

A dark golden round shield materialized in his grasp instantly!

The next moment, the silver threads hurtling toward Wang Chen were intercepted by the shield, erupting in a series of crackling sounds.

Wang Chen let out a cold grunt and charged forward with ferocity.

He swung the shield and smashed it down on a “musician” who had been sneaking up on him.

Bang!

The agile assassin was sent flying, blood gushing from his mouth, and numerous bones were undoubtedly shattered.

He crashed into a pillar behind him and bounced down to the floor, gasping for breath, more air escaping than entering his lungs.

Wang Chen had already summoned the four bloodshed wheels: Corpse Dog, Hidden Arrow, Sparrow Shade, and Thief Swallowing, with over half of his life points activated. The force of this strike was equivalent to thousands of pounds; the fact that the opponent wasn’t reduced to a pulp on the spot was a testament to his resilience.

However, at that moment, Wang Chen felt no joy at having defeated a strong enemy. Instead, a sharp sense of alertness surged within him.

Without hesitation, Wang Chen stepped aside.

Swish!

As he moved, a gleaming sword blade suddenly shot up from the floor where he had just stood.

Assassins were still concealed beneath the floorboards!

Had Wang Chen reacted even a fraction of a second slower, the blade would have pierced his foot.

This relentless series of lethal attacks caused a fierce killing intent to gather between Wang Chen’s brows. He swiftly stowed the shield and drew a long spear.

The Seven-Pronged Spear was unleashed!

Thud!

The sharp spearhead effortlessly pierced through the thick floorboards, sinking deeper than three feet.

“Ah!”

A wretched scream erupted from below.

As Wang Chen withdrew the spear, a spray of blood mist followed.

At this moment, Spring Moon Tower was in utter chaos; screams, wails, the clashing of weapons, and hurried footsteps echoed as if the apocalypse had descended.

Wang Chen’s eyes swept the scene, and then he thrust the spear forward like a dragon, plunging into the fray.

Old Qiu and the other three Xiaoqi were locked in a fierce battle with a host of assassins, and Wang Chen’s entrance instantly tipped the scales of victory.

“Retreat!”

A killer sensed something was wrong and immediately hurled a dark, round ball onto the floor.

Boom!

The ball exploded violently, releasing a thick cloud of poisonous smoke that instantly obscured everyone’s vision.

Old Qiu bellowed, "Everyone, be on your guard!"

Though Wang Chen’s vision was also blocked by the dense smoke, the power of the four bloodshed wheels heightened his senses far beyond the ordinary, allowing him to instantly lock onto the nearest assassin.

Without a second thought, he thrust the Seven-Pronged Spear once more.

The spear sliced through the smoke, piercing the assassin’s body with deadly precision!

However, as the poisonous smoke surged, Wang Chen, exercising caution, held his breath, withdrew the spear, and retreated to the window, choosing not to pursue the remaining enemies.

When the night wind blew in through the window, dispersing the smoke within the tower, the remaining assassins had already fled.

Only chaos remained, with corpses scattered haphazardly across the floor.

"Cough, cough!"

One Xiaoqi covered his mouth, coughing several times, then hastily swallowed an antidote pill before muttering angrily, "It’s the killers from the Qianlong Society!"

At that moment, another Xiaoqi grabbed a captured maiden from the ground, exclaiming excitedly, "There’s a survivor here!"

The captured maiden lay limp, her right hand severed, blood still gushing from the wound.

Her face was as pale as paper, and she wore a scornful smile before her head lolled to the side, black blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

"Damn it!"

The Xiaoqi holding her slammed her lifeless body onto the ground.

Old Qiu’s expression darkened as he observed the scene. "This is indeed the handiwork of the Qianlong Society."

Just then, chaotic footsteps echoed from the stairway as a group of Blood Guards rushed up.

They had been gambling in the underground gambling house of Spring Moon Tower and had noticed the commotion, rushing over but arriving too late for the battle.

Now, all they could do was clean up the aftermath.

Since Spring Moon Tower was the premier club in Linjiang City, frequented by the wealthy and powerful, this major incident had inevitably stirred the city’s defense forces.

First to arrive were the patrol officers, followed by the city guard, and eventually, even Pang Tai was alerted.

If Wang Chen and the others had not been part of the Blood Guards, even as the targets of the assassination, they would have faced significant trouble.

Nevertheless, they were interrogated for a while, leaving everyone seething with anger!

By the time they returned to Linjiang Wei Hall, it was already midnight. Pang Tai kept Wang Chen, Old Qiu, and the others in his study for questioning.

After listening to Old Qiu’s detailed account, the Zongqi looked thoughtfully at Wang Chen, "So, the assassins from the Qianlong Society were targeting you?"

Wang Chen forced a bitter smile and replied, "I don’t even know what the Qianlong Society is."

Of course, he didn’t deny that he was the target of the assassination—this was all too obvious!

Pang Tai and Old Qiu exchanged glances, and the latter said in a deep voice, "The Qianlong Society is indeed a major enemy of our Blood Guards…"

The Qianlong Society held a notorious reputation and an unsettling background. In fact, this organization had long been a deep-seated hatred for the Great Liang court, much like the traitors that needed to be eradicated.

However, due to its ties to past dynasties, the Great Liang court had long kept the existence of the Qianlong Society under wraps, forbidding open discussion about it.

It was entirely normal for Wang Chen to be unaware.

Originally, the Qianlong Society was a restoration organization aiming to overthrow the Great Liang Dynasty and restore the former royalty, repeatedly stirring up trouble with the wealth from the previous dynasty’s secret storehouse, causing immense difficulties for the Great Liang.

The Qianlong Society had many intricate connections with today’s traitors.

However, for centuries, the Great Liang had remained powerful, and the influence of the Qianlong Society had dwindled due to continuous suppression, eventually becoming a completely underground organization.

As the wealth of the past dynasty was nearly exhausted, the Qianlong Society had no choice but to engage in dirty work like espionage and assassination, leading to its complete transformation.

There was no doubt that the Qianlong Society was a deadly foe of the Blood Guards, with a covert war between them lasting for hundreds of years, resulting in a deep-seated hatred stemming from countless bloodshed.

They were very familiar with each other!

Pang Tai frowned and asked, "Have you offended someone?"

Wang Chen was just a Xiaoqi and had recently been promoted.

He had been unknown before, and the Qianlong Society wouldn’t mobilize such power to assassinate him for no reason at all.

Unless someone wanted Wang Chen dead!

Ordinary assassins would never dare to target the Blood Guards due to the consequences they would face.

But the Qianlong Society would eagerly accept such tasks, even relishing the chance to kill members of the Blood Guards.

Wang Chen’s heart stirred.

Someone truly wanted him—or rather, wanted Ling Zhiyuan’s life!