Chapter 40 A Sword in a Desperate Situation
Although the rain has subsided slightly, the wind in the mountains remains fierce.
Inside the secluded cave, the air was damp, cold, and sticky.
"Cough cough..."
Pei Yunjing let out a suppressed cough, and a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
As the death-death gong sound in his ears disappeared, and with Tang Li constantly pressing against him and releasing a calming magnetic field, his chaotic mind finally regained a sliver of clarity.
The blood-red curtain in front of us gradually faded, revealing the jagged rocks at the top of the cave.
"woke up?"
Tang Li's voice trembled slightly, tinged with the relief of surviving a disaster.
She was kneeling beside him, holding half a bottle of wound medicine, frantically trying to stop his bleeding.
Pei Yunjing struggled to move his fingers, trying to prop himself up, but found that his limbs and bones felt as if they had been disassembled and reassembled, weak and sore, and it felt as if thousands of steel needles were moving through his meridians.
The fire poison backfired, and his internal energy was blocked.
Now, he can't even stand up, let alone kill someone with a sword.
"Don't move." Tang Li pressed down on his shoulder, looking at his pale face. "Those wild boars are still being dragged outside, let's..."
Before he could finish speaking...
"Tap, tap, tap."
A series of heavy, rhythmic footsteps suddenly appeared at the cave entrance, drowning out the sound of wind and rain outside.
Those were not the footsteps of a wild beast.
That was the death countdown emitted by a highly trained assassin as he crushed dry branches.
Tang Li froze, mechanically turning her head.
A tall, dark figure slowly emerged from the rain at the cave entrance.
It's that assassin leader.
The demon mask on his face was half broken, revealing half of his hideous face. One eye was still bleeding (from when the monkey hit him earlier), and his black clothes were torn to shreds by the wild boar's tusks.
But the longsword in his hand remained as steady as a rock, its tip dripping blood.
Those beasts are just beasts after all; they can hold off the minions, but they can't stop this top-tier killing machine.
Run!
The assassin leader stared intently at the two people in the cave with his only remaining eye, his voice hoarse like that of a night owl:
"Why have you stopped running, Your Highness the Regent?"
He approached step by step, his murderous aura instantly filling the narrow cave.
"Help me...up."
Pei Yunjing gritted his teeth, his voice weak but still cold and hard.
Without hesitation, Tang Li used all her strength to lift him up.
The two staggered backward until their backs hit the cold, slippery rock wall.
This is a dead end.
To the left is a rock wall, to the right is an assassin, and behind them is a bottomless abyss.
There was no way to retreat.
"I never imagined that the mighty God of War of the Great Sheng would end up relying on a woman and a bunch of beasts to eke out a living."
The assassin leader sneered and said no more.
"Let's get going."
With a stomp of his foot, he charged forward like a black arrow released from a bow, determined to kill!
This sword strike was aimed straight at Pei Yunjing's heart!
In that instant, time seemed to stretch out infinitely.
Pei Yunjing watched as that cold glint rapidly magnified in his pupils.
That's the color of death.
He instinctively tried to gather his energy and swing his "Zhanwang" sword to parry.
This is muscle memory he has practiced countless times; it is an instinct etched into his bones.
But--
"Buzz—"
The fire poison within his body surged back fiercely, and a tearing pain shot through his dantian.
His hand trembled slightly, but he couldn't even lift it an inch.
That profound sense of powerlessness was like a waterlogged fishing net, trapping him tightly.
Is this fate?
Pei Yunjing was a ruthless and decisive man who rose to a high position amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
He didn't die on the battlefield, nor in the power struggles of the court, but he was destined to die in this desolate wilderness, by the sword of an unknown assassin.
Even... it will drag this stupid woman next to me down with it.
The sword wind had arrived, and the biting cold air tore through his clothes and stung his skin.
Pei Yunjing closed his eyes in despair; he didn't want to see himself in such a wretched state, pierced through the heart by a sword.
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