Mu Hanyan now realized that Wu Qiuyun’s choice was not entirely to repay her for saving his life, but more for the heavy responsibility of his family. He hoped his own death could exchange for Mu Hanyan’s full effort.
Even so, Mu Hanyan was still somewhat moved. Facing an opponent at the Sword Master Realm, he did not flee on his own, nor did he turn traitor during battle, which was already commendable. Moreover, a person so loyal to his family couldn’t have a fundamentally bad nature. Read complete version only at novel·fıre·net
Mu Hanyan smiled, a relaxed smile.
Seeing this relaxed smile on Mu Hanyan’s face, Wu Qiuyun was slightly startled and secretly admired him. Even at such a time, he could still smile. Not to mention anything else, just this composure in the face of danger was not something ordinary people could match. If Mu Hanyan could safely escape this crisis, he would certainly not be a common person in the future.
"Mu Hanyan, you’re about to die, and yet you can still smile." Seeing such a smile, Fourth Miss Zhao felt unusually irritated.
In the past half a year, every encounter with Mu Hanyan let her feel the changes in him. An opponent whom she used to bully at will had become stronger and more cunning, sometimes even giving her a feeling of powerlessness.
This psychological contrast made Fourth Miss Zhao very uncomfortable, and she was absolutely unwilling to accept it.
"Senior, please make your move, kill him. The conditions I promised you before, I will certainly double them," said Fourth Miss Zhao. This time, she had to kill Mu Hanyan. There must be no chance for him to turn the tables. She had an intuition that if Mu Hanyan escaped today, she might be trampled under his feet for the rest of her life, and the Zhao Family would always be suppressed by the Mu Family.
"Okay." The person finally stepped out from the darkness, a relaxed smile on his face.
Yet Mu Hanyan looked at this person, his face showing a strange smile.
The person’s longsword suddenly unsheathed, emitting a vast dragon chant. The magnificent sword light, like lightning piercing the sky, lit up the darkness.
Wu Qiuyun’s heart leapt to his throat. Tears almost flowed from Mu Cheng’s eyes; he knew that Mu Hanyan’s current strength was actually much weaker than his real strength because of his own folly. If he had not believed Fourth Miss Zhao’s words and fallen into her trap, even if Mu Hanyan, the Great Swordsman, was not a match, he might have still been able to escape. But now, it was too late.
It’s all my fault, all my fault! Mu Cheng, in agony, weakly gripped the ground, wanting to stand up, even if it meant dying instead of Mu Hanyan, he had no complaints. However, even with Mu Hanyan sealing several vital points for him, his Qi was still disintegrating, and he couldn’t muster any strength.
Meanwhile, watching the Sword Master Realm’s strike, Fourth Miss Zhao, Zhou Qi, and Zha Zhenglin were filled with admiration and yearning.
But in a moment, their gazes changed, turning into shock, confusion, disbelief, and... despair.
Mu Cheng and Wu Qiuyun were stunned.
The sword light passed by, and Mu Hanyan stood unharmed in his original place, still wearing that relaxed and amiable smile.
However, in front of Zhou Qi and Zha Zhenglin, a mist of blood rose, drifting with the wind.
The person had indeed made a move, but the targets of his attack were not Mu Hanyan, but Zhou Qi and Zha Zhenglin!
"Why, why?" Zha Zhenglin clutched the sword wound near his Heart Meridian, his gaze filled with confusion and unwillingness as he looked at Yan Yuchu.
"Because he is my friend, and even more, my ally who protects each other in life and death. It’s that simple," Yan Yuchu said with a smile.
Who would have thought that the expert they had sought was actually Yan Yuchu?