“Run! Cross the road and dive into the south canal!”
At Grand Assassin Night-Weasel’s panicked shriek, all three thousand Shadow-Wraith Assassins abandoned their frog-squat postures at once.
Even though the blinding noon-bright light of the 100,000 Mini-Sun Highway Streetlights had ruined their invisibility, they were still elite Rank 6 and Rank 7 cultivators trained in the Shadow-Wraith Sect’s proudest movement technique: the Extreme Shadow-Step.
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
Burning their dantian Qi in sheer embarrassment, all three thousand assassins in skintight black tights exploded into motion! Like three thousand black arrows shot from a bow, they sprinted sideways across the wide four-lane stone highway at five hundred miles an hour, cutting diagonally across the eastbound and westbound lanes without going anywhere near the painted pedestrian crosswalk a hundred yards down the bridge!
“Stop them!” Tie Zhan roared, hastily shoving his left foot back into his tar-covered iron boot and grabbing his broadsaber. “They’re trying to jump over the guardrail!”
“Put your boot on properly, General Tie,” Pei Xuan said calmly, not even lifting a finger as he leaned against the transformer box. “Nobody runs across a four-lane Dry-Well highway outside the crosswalk—and certainly not over the speed limit.”
“The speed limit?” Crag-Devourer blinked his big rocky eyes, pointing a thick finger at the metal sign bolted beneath every streetlight: [CONSTRUCTION ZONE: PEDESTRIAN WALKING LIMIT 5 MPH — USE CROSSWALK ONLY]. “Lord Pei, those signs are just painted tin! How is a tin sign supposed to stop three thousand Rank 6 and…
