The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 813

Chapter 813: 645 Fu Yunshen: Sage Academy, what is that? [2 updates]

Luo Lei did not hold back, but he did not use a firearm either.

As a Holy Grail Knight, his combat power was naturally not low.

The speed of this thin blade was extremely fast, reaching the Fu Family’s old mansion in less than five seconds.

Fu Yihan was an ordinary person, merely keeping fit on a daily basis. His hearing couldn’t compare with that of someone trained in martial arts.

He didn’t notice anything, just felt something vaguely off in his heart.

But when the thin blade was still a hundred meters away from the Fu Family’s old mansion, Shaoyun already heard the commotion.

He looked up in the direction the thin blade was coming from, his sharp brows instantly becoming fierce.

The next second, in a flash—

"Crack!"

The thin blade was steadily caught between Shaoyun’s fingers, unable to move an inch forward.

The guards beside him were shocked and immediately drew their swords, surrounding Shaoyun: "Head of the Clan!"

Was someone trying to assassinate Yuh Shaoyun here too?!

Shaoyun didn’t speak, his ears moved slightly, quickly capturing the exact direction.

He turned his wrist.

The thin blade spun back with even greater force.

Luo Lei’s expression changed, and he rolled violently on the rooftop, barely avoiding the thin blade.

But even so, his shoulder was slit open with a large gash.

Luo Lei immediately took out some medicine and applied it to his shoulder. The bleeding soon stopped, and the wound healed within seconds.

He clicked his tongue: "Boring."

He indeed hadn’t expected to kill Fu Yihan directly.

After all, the head of the Yuh Family was right next to him, and this commotion couldn’t possibly escape his notice.

Luo Lei just wanted to test how Yuh Shaoyun’s son was.

It seemed he was nothing special.

Couldn’t compare at all with that legitimate child.

Beside him, Luo Feng had only just reacted.

He grabbed Luo Lei’s shoulder angrily: "What are you doing?!"

They were only there to protect Shaoyun’s safety, not to kill anyone.

"What am I doing?" Luo Lei struck down Luo Feng’s hand, a mocking smile on his face, "Why do I need to report to you what I’m doing? Do you deserve it?"

He was a knight of the Holy Grail Knight Order, one of the Four Great Knight Orders.

And a guard of the Yuh Family dared to question him?

Luo Feng grew even angrier, gripping his sword: "You’re looking for death!"

"Come on, cut here." Luo Lei pointed to his neck, even leaning closer, "Cut me. If you dare, the chip in my body will instantly transmit my death scene and bodily data back to the Sage Academy."

"Then we’ll see if you or your family’s lives are worth enough to compensate."

Luo Feng clenched his teeth, glaring furiously.

Luo Lei, with a smug look, said: "If you don’t dare, shut up. Let me tell you, I—ah!!!"

Suddenly, he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

His head was smashed heavily onto the rooftop, creating a deep crater.

The fifty guards present, including Luo Feng, were all startled.

Looking at the two anciently dressed figures that had suddenly appeared, they cautiously took a step back.

These were ancient martial artists from the Judicial Hall, all of them Ancient Martial Grandmasters.

The two held Luo Lei down: "Looking for death!"

Luo Lei struggled but couldn’t break free: "Who are you?!"

He was an indigenous resident of the City of the World and had never left the city before this.

In his impression, the Seven Continents and Four Oceans were still like what was described in the City’s books.

Very backward, still in the cold weapon era, at most having steam engines.

So he was quite surprised this time when he saw airplanes and subways in Shanghai City.

As for the existence of ancient martial artists, Luo Lei was even less aware.

"Who cares who you are." One of the ancient martial artists sneered, kicking his knee into Luo Lei’s back, "Behave!"

With a "crunch," a rib broke.

Even though Luo Lei had undergone training at the Sage Academy, he still screamed in pain.

The other ancient martial artist said coldly: "According to Ying Zhuo’s instructions, lock him up first, and wait for Ying Zhuo to deal with him personally."

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Continent O.

Country J.

Fu Yunshen, after hearing just one sentence, his eyes instantly changed, his voice turning cold: "Watch closely, I’m heading back now."

He didn’t pause for even a moment, grabbing his black trench coat and heading out.

Ying Zijin immediately grabbed his hand, her gaze firm: "I’m going with you to Shanghai City."

Her ancient martial cultivation had now returned to the level of a hundred and forty years. Naturally, the sounds on the phone couldn’t escape her ears.

Ever since the last time they went to pay respects to Fu Liuying and found someone approaching, Fu Yunshen had already increased the manpower in Shanghai City.

IBI and the Judicial Hall are both present.