<h4>Chapter 629: Chapter 625 Thousand-Changing Young Man</h4>


    After all, as the saying goes, even a tiger takes a nap. Who knows when the man might appear.


    More crucially, the appearance of this man changes a thousandfold, which is particrly horrifying because you never know when he might show up by your side. Perhaps someone you know is the person who will kill you.


    The dangers that lurk in the shadows are the greatest dangers, but likewise, the unknown dangers are the ones that truly make one’s heart tremble with fear.


    Lu Tianxing wanted to pursue and kill the man, but the hidden crises around him forced him to abandon the idea.


    "Brother, who was that just now? It looked a bit like the Thousand-Changing Young Man’s Thousand Transformation Technique. Only the unpredictable changes of the Thousand-Changing Young Man could make us unaware of his presence," said Mand, standing behind Bai Zhiqing. She raised her hand and gently patted Bai Zhiqing, sending her into unconsciousness, before continuing to speak.


    "It’s highly probable that it’s the Thousand Transformation Technique of the Thousand-Changing Young Man. His appearance can change a thousandfold, and he can even change his gender with ease. In the past, the Thousand-Changing Young Man used the technique to stand unrivaled in the world, creating an exceptional legend. This man is also an assassin, and a very formidable one at that," Lu Tianxing said, holding the unconscious Bai Zhiqing in his arms, with a grave look in his eyes.


    "Brother, there’s something I find strange. Didn’t the Thousand-Changing Young Man die at the hands of a Supreme Elder of the Yanhuang Group? Logically, the Thousand Transformation Technique should have fallen into the hands of that elder. I haven’t heard of the Thousand-Changing Young Man taking on disciples. Yet now, this assassin knows the Thousand Transformation Technique. Could it be that this time, the Yanhuang Group is taking action against us?" Mand mused thoughtfully.


    Lu Tianxing shook his head, "It shouldn’t be the Yanhuang Group. The Yanhuang Group has no reason to fall out with us. And, if the Yanhuang Group was taking action against us, it would be the old immortals from within their group who would strike, not just probing my strength like they are now, but they would have kept us here permanently."


    Who exactly could it be?


    "I’m not sure. It could be someone sent by the Heavenly God or another power. Next, we’ll see if Sima Lingyun can stop this guy. Otherwise, I’ll have to ask Angel to investigate this matter. No matter what, we must dig him out and eliminate himpletely," Lu Tianxing said, a cold glint shing in his eyes. This person, no matter what, could not be spared. He had to die.


    "Angel, again with this Big Milk Cow. Just looking at her annoys me. What’s the use of being so big if it’s all going to sag eventually?" Mand grumbled upon hearing the name Angel, clearly displeased.


    Lu Tianxing looked at Mand with a poker face. He certainly knew why Mand was so annoyed with Angel.


    In the past, whenever Angel visited the Netherworld Mercenary Corps, she took great pleasure in unting her assets in front of Mand, then sweeping a disdainful gaze over Mand’s own assets. This drove Mand to the brink of madness, but she could do nothing about Angel. Not even her infallible poisons worked on Angel, leaving Mand no choice but to curse inwardly while in a fury.


    "Alright, stop sulking. Your face is so long you could hang a bottle of soy sauce on it. Let’s go home and talk about it," Lu Tianxing said, looking at Mand, whose sulkiness reminded him that even though she was a poison master who terrified everyone, she was no different from a little girl in his presence.


    "Hmph, I just can’t stand Angel’s smug demeanor. Once I develop a poison specifically for her, I’ll make sure her chest... sags," Mand muttered dissatisfiedly, carrying Bai Weiwei and following Lu Tianxing to the parking lot.


    ...


    On the rooftop of a building outside the stadium.


    The ordinary-looking man who had earlier attempted a sneak attack on Lu Tianxing stood there, with a man holding a sniper rifle standing respectfully behind him, not daring to even breathe heavily.


    This ordinary-looking man’s gaze swept over the stadium, a bloodthirsty smile curling his lips as he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.


    "Young Master, I just made contact with Judge," the man said in a low voice.


    "Shadow Stab, what is Judge’s strength like?"


    An icy voice came from the phone, belonging to Heavenly God.


    "Very strong, I am not his match for the time being. Had it not been for someone to back me up, I most likely couldn’t have escaped from his grasp."


    "I see, Shadow Stab, depart Modu immediately, and don’t hang around there anymore. Wait until you’ve cultivated the Thousand Transformation Technique to the Mythical Realm before we speak again."


    "Yes, Young Master."


    After finishing speaking, Shadow Stab hung up the phone, a murderous intent shing across his lips: "Judge, just you wait! Once I break through to the Mythical Realm, I will personallye for you, and you will be the first mythic-level powerhouse to die under the hand of Mo Ran."


    Touching the pitch-ck dagger in his hand, Shadow Stab revealed a bloodthirsty smile and said to the person beside him, "Let’s go."


    With that, Shadow Stab turned and walked towards the interior of the building.


    However, as he turned, his body instantly stiffened in ce, his unchangedplexion turning pale as a barely perceptible fear flickered in his eyes, his gaze solemnly fixed ahead.


    Atop the building’s rooftop stood a man, quietly poised, wearing a white Tang suit that seemed effortlessly fitting, entuating his demeanor. His expression was cold, his sword-like eyebrows imposing, and he held a treasured sword, standing so peacefully as if he had merged with the sky itself.


    He stood there without any discernible aura, like an ordinary person, yet emitted an extreme sense of danger. Just one cold nce from him made everyone who met his eyes tremble, witnessing a lightning bolt piercing the heavens, his gaze alone capable of invoking a boundless fear in one’s heart.


    Upon seeing this man, Shadow Stab’s face instantly paled, squeezing out a few words between clenched teeth: "Sima Lingyun."


    "It seems you know me."


    Sima Lingyun looked at Shadow Stab coolly, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth as he slowly said, "As far as I know, the Thousand-Changing Young Man tried to infiltrate the Yanhuang Group’s Scripture Pavilion using his disguises many years ago, but was killed by a Supreme Elder of our Yanhuang Group, and his Thousand Transformation Technique was included in our Yanhuang Group’s Scripture Pavilion. Twenty years ago, a mythic pinnacle-level expert forced his way into the Scripture Pavilion of the Yanhuang Group, and many cultivation techniques were lost, including the Thousand Transformation Technique. Can you tell me who taught you this technique?"