"The Ninth Rank Swordsman, it’s actually a Ninth Rank..." Mu Ziqing had never dreamed that this playboy, whom he thought was a bit ’touched in the head,’ was not just a Seventh-Order Swordsman but a Ninth Rank instead. Staring dumbfounded at this scene, his spirit relaxed, and he fainted on the spot.
The assassin certainly hadn’t expected that the Seventh Rank Swordsman he had casually slapped into unconsciousness would transform into a Ninth Rank Swordsman, whose true combat power was not inferior to a newly promoted Tenth Rank Swordsman. He too was greatly surprised.
If Mu Hanyan had shown absolutely no resistance, the assassin might have remained slightly vigilant. But Mu Hanyan fought with the strength of a Seventh-level Knight, seemingly exerting all her might and even coughing up blood, which naturally gave the assassin the illusion that this was all she was capable of, so he completely let down his guard.
The assassin had already turned around hastily, and under the cover of the fluttering snow and the Illusion Sword Skill, his arm slightly stiffened, causing his Sword Force to slow down just a fraction.
In a high-level fight, life and death can be decided in an instant, and that fraction of a second was enough to seal his fate.
"Shh," Mu Hanyan’s sword pierced his chest, just missing by an inch from severing his Heart Meridian and killing him on the spot.
"Who on earth are you?" Mu Hanyan asked coldly.
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"You will never know," the assassin responded, looking at her calmly with a sinister smile on his face.
"Be careful!" An alarm went off in Mu Hanyan’s mind, and she quickly withdrew the Cold Sky Sword, stretching out her arm and grabbing Yan Yuchu as they rapidly retreated.
"Boom" A loud explosion echoed as the assassin’s body exploded, and the intense rush of air turned the scattered flesh into dust.
Mu Hanyan retreated over twenty steps before coming to a halt, her clothes still rustling from the blast.
"What a cruel method," Mu Hanyan took in a cold breath.
Sword energy self-destruction was a Suicide Technique that only experts in the Sword Master Realm could perform, and it was their last resort when facing death, as a means to take the enemy down with them. However, reaching the Sword Master Realm was no easy feat, so the majority of sword masters would rather fight desperately to the end, hoping for the slightest chance of survival, rather than choosing to self-destruct.
By fighting desperately, there was still a chance to survive, but using this technique meant completely cutting off all paths of retreat.
Who could this assassin be, with his lethal decisiveness and ruthless cruelty to himself?
Mu Hanyan couldn’t help but recall the person who had tried to assassinate her last time. After the failure, that person also vanished into nothingness under the terrifying might of the Star Illusion Thousand Machine. She had initially resented him for being too ruthless and not leaving any survivors. Now, she thought that if he had actually spared someone, she couldn’t fathom what sort of desperate move they might have used against her. With her strength as a Swordman First Rank back then, she surely would have faced certain death. She should actually be thankful for the Star Illusion Thousand Machine.
A cold wind blew by, taking away the faint scent of blood. Mu Hanyan’s thoughts also settled down as she turned to look at Yan Yuchu beside her.
"Who exactly is this person, who is he?" Yan Yuchu was also deeply shocked by the opponent’s ferocity and murmured to himself in confusion.
After all, his life had been saved by Mu Hanyan, so at this moment, he felt no hostility towards her.
"Who he is no longer matters. What’s important is that he’s not alone," Mu Hanyan said in a grave tone.
"What do you mean?" Yan Yuchu jerked his head around to look at Mu Hanyan intently.