Mu Hanyan had expected the assassin to exchange a few useless words with Yan Yuchu, giving her the chance to strike from behind. Unexpectedly, this fellow was so clean and efficient, not uttering a single unnecessary word. Even when facing her and Mu Ziqing, those two disdainful snorts were all part of sharpening the blade without missing a chop, and his claps were nonchalant and effortless.
Evidently, this was a true professional assassin whose rule of survival was murder!
Seeing that the longsword was about to pierce Yan Yuchu’s chest, Mu Hanyan dared not continue feigning death any longer. Her fingers fiercely gripped the sword hilt, and just then, an unexpected change occurred.
"Heavenly Star Gathering, kill!" Stabbed in the chest, Yan Yuchu’s face showed pain, yet a burst of red blood light suddenly erupted from his eyes as he shouted loudly.
Amidst the roar, Yan Yuchu’s sword force altered, tracing several strange trajectories and then, instead of retreating, he thrust forward toward the assassin.
A few peculiar points of light suddenly appeared above his head, shining brightly like the Nine Heavenly Stars, enveloping him in that brilliant starlight. Underneath it, Yan Yuchu underwent a ground-shaking transformation.
As if filled with endless energetic power, his sword radiated Divine Light in Ten Thousand Paths, and his sword energy became pure and powerful, ascending several levels.
"The power of the Nine Heavenly Stars!" Mu Hanyan’s eyes, slightly open, flashed with divine light. Clearly, this was the Yan Family’s secret technique.
The assassin’s expression dramatically changed, and he quickly pulled back his hands to retreat.
One had to admit, a professional assassin was indeed a professional assassin; whether it was striking to kill or retreating after a failed strike, both were equally decisive, without a hint of hesitation.
However, unfortunately for him, Yan Yuchu’s strength had surged by then. His thrusting sword moved like thunder, and it was not so easily avoided; blood bloomed, and the icy longsword had already pierced his chest.
With a cloud of blood mist, the assassin staggered back six or seven steps before barely stabilizing himself, Yan Yuchu’s longsword still embedded in his chest. His face, which would be immediately forgotten if thrown into a crowd, turned extraordinarily pale.
Yan Yuchu did not pursue, still standing in his original spot, another longsword jutting from his chest, his face similarly ghastly.
Clearly, that stroke had drained all his strength, even pushing his physical potential to the utmost. That he could still stand was impressive enough.
The two stood six or seven steps apart, their gazes locked on each other, longswords embedded in each other’s chests, creating a bizarre scene.
The night wind brushed by, the cold, blood-soaked air silently spreading, adding a touch of ghastliness to the scene.
Although everything had happened in the blink of an eye, and the clash between the two was strictly a single sword strike from each, life and death hung on that very strike.
"Who are you?" Yan Yuchu pressed a hand to his chest, struggling to stem the flow of fresh blood, and asked with difficulty.
When the assassin had appeared suddenly, his first thought was that Mu Family might have come to help, but after seeing Mu Hanyan’s actions and subsequent plight, he dismissed his guess.
"It seems I have not come in vain; you truly are the one I was looking for." The assassin coldly looked at Yan Yuchu and finally spoke. However, the murderous intent in his words intensified. Chapters first released on Novᴇl_Fire(.)net
The assassin then pulled out the longsword from his chest, tapped his chest a few times with his fingers to barely stop the bleeding, and once again walked toward Yan Yuchu.
Blood dripped onto the ground, blooming into several enchanting blood flowers, yet his expression remained unwaveringly resolute.