“Good! Truly worthy of being the top assassin of Yunwu, you have courage.” A man stepped from the shadows, followed by over twenty others dressed in black. The speaker, appearing around forty, fixed eagle-like eyes on Ling Feng.
Ling Feng recognized their skills; they were determined to take his life.
“You know who we are, so no introductions needed. Attack!”
With a wave of his hand, over twenty people surrounded Ling Feng, leaving no gap.
Ling Feng didn’t hold back, using his deadly move – the Soul-Destroying Needle, a technique he reserved for last resorts.
The poisoned needle caused several opponents to scream and fall. However, as the needles ran out, he could only rely on his sword. Although it moved swiftly, the opponents were not weak, and his movements gradually slowed. Wounds of various sizes appeared on his body, blood and sweat dripping to the ground. Before collapsing, a beautiful face flashed in his mind, accompanied by a slight smile. Even as he fell, he mumbled, “Forgive me – I can’t – be with you anymore, I – love – you!”
In the fierce fight, only three opponents remained.
After a while, the lead person in black checked for Ling Feng’s breath, confirming he was dead before leaving with his companions.
Just after they left, someone emerged from the darkness, fed a pill to the lifeless Ling Feng, and carried him away in a flash, whispering, “What a sin!”
[Text: Chapter Forty-Three Escape]
A horse-drawn carriage raced quickly on a not-so-wide official road.
A large man drove the carriage, the cold wind relentlessly ravaging his body. He ignored his nearly numb hands, his haggard face marked by anxiety.
“Giddy up—” He cracked the whip on the horse’s behind, urging it to run faster. Inside the carriage, a crisp voice called out.
“Mother, when will we arrive? I’m so tired!”
“Be good, Xin’er, we’ll be there soon. Just hold on a bit! Here, let mother massage you!” Her blue-tinged face also showed exhaustion. They had been traveling for two days, scarcely resting and eager to reach their destination. When hungry or tired, they had only eaten some steamed buns and drunk some water. Seeing her two children, who had lost weight and looked tired, broke her heart.
