Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Chapter 1243 6 Wind Locking Array

With a muffled bang, a thick cloud of black smoke suddenly erupted from the mess that Lao Liu had just smashed!

The black smoke seemed to come alive, spreading rapidly in all directions and enveloping half the hall in the blink of an eye.

What's even stranger is that Lao Liu's aura vanished without a trace the moment the black smoke appeared, as if he had never been there at all.

"It's now!"

Jiang Xiaochuan shouted in his heart, and the Gale Talisman in his palm was already burning hot from being squeezed, so he immediately activated it.

A streak of blue light suddenly shot up from beneath his feet, and he shot off like a bolt of blue lightning in the predetermined direction.

Almost at the same time, one kilometer away.

Behind a pile of rusty steel frames, a sudden flash of black smoke revealed Lao Liu's chubby figure in a disheveled state.

The surroundings were deathly silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

He quickly extended his senses to the fullest extent, but surprisingly, he couldn't detect the presence of Zhao Wuchen and the others at all.

"We were fooled by those old guys!"

Old Six's heart sank instantly, and he couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, what a waste of my last 'Smoke Escape Talisman'! This was a life-saving treasure!"

As he cursed, he was mentally calculating whether he should slip away as fast as he could.

Just then, a clear and distinct voice drifted into his ears: "Young friend, don't worry, we're here."

Immediately afterward, Zhao Wuchen continued via telepathy, "I used a little trick to avoid being detected by that old ghost."

Upon hearing this, Lao Liu looked at a half-rolled-up blue sheet metal barrier not far away with a suspicious expression.

He cautiously approached and, sure enough, saw Zhao Wuchen, Chen Qishan, and several others huddled in the shadows behind the tin can.

They were enveloped in a nearly transparent membrane of light, blending perfectly with their surroundings; without careful observation, their presence was virtually undetectable.

"So a secret technique was used."

The sixth brother suddenly realized, but he still wouldn't let it go, saying, "If you ask me, you old folks are just too old-fashioned!"

"That dilapidated building is full of damned Japanese who deserve to be cut into a thousand pieces. Why don't we just storm in and wipe them all out?"

"Now look what happened, they tried to lure us out, almost costing us our lives..." He became more and more agitated as he spoke, spitting as he spoke.

Suddenly, Tang Ran's cold voice rang out: "Where is he?"

The sixth brother keenly sensed the concern in the other person's voice, which only fueled his anger. He rolled his eyes and said irritably:

"Didn't you say you'd guarantee his safety? Now you're asking me, Fatty? I..."

Just then, a sharp whooshing sound came from afar, accompanied by a faint smell of blood.

Jiang Xiaochuan stumbled and landed beside Lao Liu. As soon as he steadied himself, Zhao Wuchen's telepathic message arrived: "You've arrived?"

"coming!"

Jiang Xiaochuan responded, panting heavily, his gaze fixed on the direction he had come from.

"Young friend, don't panic," Zhao Wuchen's voice carried a reassuring calmness, "The formation is complete, we're just waiting to catch the turtle in the jar."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bone-chilling cold crept up along the ground.

Hattori Hanzo's figure floated into the arena as if it had no weight.

"Can't run away."

Hattori Hanzo's gaze was glued to Jiang Xiaochuan. "You know what I want. Hand it over, and I won't kill you."

He spoke as he slowly moved forward.

Jiang Xiaochuan's use of the Gale Talisman had indeed surprised him for a moment, making him fear that the cooked duck might actually grow wings and fly away.

"You old fool, you don't really think I'm too tired to run anymore, so I'm just waiting here for you to come and chat, do you?"

Jiang Xiaochuan knew he couldn't let this old ghost speak any longer, or it would cause trouble if it involved the ancient jade. "Elders, have you had enough of the show? If you don't come out now, it'll be too late!"

Upon hearing this, Hattori Hanzo's momentum suddenly halted, and he subconsciously followed Jiang Xiaochuan's gaze to the seemingly ordinary sheet metal barrier.

"You're welcome and safe."

Now that he had been exposed, Zhao Wuchen no longer tried to hide it.

The transparent light membrane rippled like water, and his figure, along with Chen Qishan and others, slowly emerged.

"It's you... Zhao Wuchen!"

Hattori Hanzo looked as if he had seen a ghost, his face filled with disbelief.

He never expected that Zhao Wuchen was still alive.

He clearly remembered killing his opponent when they fought back then.

"It's kind of you to still remember me."

Zhao Wuchen slowly opened his slightly narrowed eyes, a sharp glint flashing in them. "I thought... you had long forgotten what happened on the summit of Mount Huangshan back then."

"How could I forget?"

Hattori Hanzo subconsciously touched his ribs, his eyes instantly turning incredibly sinister. "Thanks to you, I've been suffering from old wounds day and night for decades... I never expected you to still be alive!"

"Each each other."

Zhao Wuchen sneered, "If it weren't for my Yan Brigade leader expending his lifespan and using a secret technique to heal me, I would have already been reduced to pus and blood by your palm strike, leaving no trace of my body."

"I've held this grudge for decades, and today I finally have the chance to avenge it!"

Upon hearing this, Hattori Hanzo fell silent, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Wuchen and the others, his shock gradually subsiding.

"How... how did you find me? I had clearly severed all traces. Unless your Flame Tribe leader comes in person, no one should be able to track my presence!"

As he said this, his sharp eyes scanned his surroundings, as if searching for the figure that he feared even more.

"Dealing with just one person like you wouldn't warrant the leader's presence."

Zhao Wuchen said calmly, "Your opponents are us."

Upon hearing this, Hattori Hanzo secretly breathed a sigh of relief—as long as the leader of the Flame Legion hadn't arrived, the situation was still under control.

He swept his gaze over the assembled crowd, a sneer curling at the corner of his lips: "So what if you find me? You'll just be repeating the same mistakes!"

"You can try it!"

Zhao Wuchen didn't bother with his words and turned to Jiang Xiaochuan and Lao Liu, saying, "You two quickly retreat to a safe area and don't get caught in the crossfire!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he, Chen Qishan, and Tang Ran instantly occupied the three key positions in the east, south, and west formations.

The three of them touched the ground with their toes, and an invisible wave of energy swept outwards.

Just as Hattori Hanzo was about to take a step, he suddenly felt the air around him was thick and sticky like syrup.

Meanwhile, the three Grandmasters of the Flame Army who went to provide support returned swiftly and firmly occupied the north, northeast, and northwest.

In the blink of an eye, the air currents split into six streams that echoed and intertwined with each other, converging at the center.

As the air currents surged, wisps of light gradually appeared in the air. These lights intertwined and merged, eventually forming a shimmering curtain.

Runes seemed to flow across the light screen, radiating a mountain-like pressure.

The "Six Imperial Wind-Locking Formation" was thus fully formed, firmly trapping Hattori Hanzo within it.