“What about the others?” After living on the island for many years, she felt reluctance, unwilling for them to be sacrificed for her hatred. However, if necessary, she would choose revenge. After all, she had already paid too much for this hatred and could no longer turn back.
Wang Bo didn’t answer and pulled Bing Zhi to run. It seemed it was necessary.
“Kill! Ah!” Rushing out of the house, they immediately heard the sounds of fighting. Bing Zhi glanced toward the chaos and indeed saw that the other side had the upper hand.
“Ah! Ah! No!” Consecutive screams followed. In the midst of everyone was a black figure, face covered, holding a black fan. Just a sweep of the fan caused everyone to bleed from their throats, with internal organs torn apart.
Such powerful internal energy! No wonder even Wang Bo was injured. Wang Bo was a rare master on the island, and Bing Zhi’s martial arts were trained by him. Listening to those piercing cries, Bing Zhi could vaguely sense the bloodthirsty smile of the black figure.
In the blink of an eye, their own people were almost gone, while the opponent advanced like a destructive force. Soon they were approaching Bing Zhi and Wang Bo’s small boat.
Wang Bo frantically lowered the small boat from the ship, and both of them jumped on, but it was too late. The black figure appeared on the small boat in an instant along with them. The boat could at most carry two people; one more would likely cause it to sink, and if it sank, Bing Zhi feared she would die before achieving her revenge.
No! Not allowed! She couldn’t give up like this. She couldn’t die here. Bing Zhi forced herself to calm down.
She was now so close to him that her years of assassination training must be of some use. At least she could force him to retreat!
An unusual silence descended, so profound that even he, who could hear sounds from dozens of miles away, could not detect a single noise – though this did not include the sound of Bing Zhi’s chopsticks.
