That strange person startled. Smacking the armrest of the wheelchair hard, a metal umbrella suddenly popped open in front of him. Still, after a long moment’s wait, nothing happened--This lowlife tactic of frightening someone was one that Zhou Zishu had learnt from Gu Xiang. Under these circumstances, he couldn’t care about his expert status, nor whether it was gentlemanly to do so or not, and used it on him.

Discovering that he had fallen for the trick, that strange person was humiliated and furious, and lowered the umbrella. But where was there still any sign of Zhou Zishu before him? Putting Ye Baiyi aside, he searched the surroundings, and suddenly heard someone laugh from the rafters, "I say, do you really take everything handed to you at face-value, dummy?"

That odd man raised his head to look. Wen Kexing was descending through the air, and in his hand, he had a large stick that some puppet had dropped, which he slammed down on his head. Yet, a round explosive ball suddenly emerged out of nowhere above the wheelchair; meeting this nemesis of his, Wen Kexing swung the stick forcefully with a low curse, and sent that ball flying. He did not pay attention to where he had sent that thing off to, but in any case, he heard Ye Baiyi rage afterwards, “The Wen rascal, are you planning to die?”

Wen Kexing executed a mid-air flip and landed. Looking behind him, he saw Ye Baiyi’s dust-caked, dishevelled appearance, and was instantly overjoyed. Turning his head, he hollered at that person in the wheelchair, “Quick, give me another ball.”

The person in the wheelchair was enraged, but before he could react, he heard a clear whistle by his ear. Turning his head to the side, he caught the pure and bright flash of a sword blade swooping at his throat with a killing aura. Conscious of the danger it posed, he did not dare to take any chances, and opened the umbrella in front of him once more, intending to flee from this great hall.

The next instant, this person in the wheelchair moved no more. Those eyes of his, which were already twice as big as an ordinary person’s, grew even wider as they looked down in disbelief. He had not anticipated that it was a flexible sword in his opponent’s hand--a flexible sword that could be controlled as one pleased.

This was the last thought in his mind--the Baiyi in Zhou Zishu’s hand speared his throat through.