At this moment, Ding Run suddenly stared at Zu An: "But I doubt you have that much money. You're about to die, so I can only ask for cash. Don't ask me to go somewhere to find what you've hidden. I don't want a trap waiting for me."
He must have learned a similar lesson before, which is why he's become quite cautious now.
“Of course I have the money, but I can only give it to you later. That way, I might be able to live a little longer,” Zu An said with a smile.
Ding Run shook his head: "Believe me, sometimes living a long time is not as good as dying a good death."
Zuan replied, "I'd rather live."
"Very well, then I'll kill them first, and you'll be the last one." Ding Run finished speaking and turned to Sang Hong and the others, "Lord Sang, please forgive me."
As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of light appeared, and a burst of sword energy slashed directly at the two of them.
Just then, Sang Hong suddenly moved, picked up the iron chain in his hand and rushed forward, clashing with the opponent's long sword, sparks flying.
Nevertheless, the scattered blade energy still cleaved the carriage into pieces, and a bunch of people tumbled out.
"The restrictions on you have been lifted?" Ding Run asked, leaning on his long sword as if it had never been drawn.
Sang Hong looked at Huang Huihong lying to the side and sighed: "I also have to thank Commander Huang for lifting the restrictions on me before he died."
Ding Run then remembered that Huang Huihong seemed to reach out towards the carriage before he died. At the time, he thought he was trying to grab something, but now he realized that he was trying to release the restrictions on him.
"So it seems you deliberately rambled on with me just now to buy time for him to fully recover?" He couldn't help but look at Zu An beside him, his face somewhat unpleasant. He hadn't expected to be tricked today.
Sang Hong also looked at Zu An, his eyes showing a hint of admiration: "I didn't expect you to guess it. I admire your quick thinking."
It should be noted that Huang Huihong only had time to remove the restriction on one person before he died, and logically, no one else should know about it except for himself.
“I was just guessing, I just got lucky,” Zuan smiled slightly, then looked at Ding Run beside him, “But our commission is still valid. If we still can’t escape death, you go and kill the mastermind behind it all.”
Ding Run sneered: "You're quite clever, you never seem to suffer a loss no matter what."
Sang Qian was overjoyed and hurriedly called out, "Father, quickly release the restriction on me!"
To everyone's surprise, Sang Hong didn't reply, but just stared intently at Ding Run on the other side.
Zuan, standing to the side, snorted: "Are you stupid? You'd be throwing your life away if you joined a fight at their level. Besides, your father is currently locked onto by their aura and obviously doesn't dare to be distracted, yet you're still shouting and yelling on the side."
Sang Qian was taken aback, and then he understood. However, after being scolded like this, he was still secretly angry: Humph, after my father deals with Ding Run, I'll skin you alive before I can vent my hatred.
Anger from Sang Qian +792!
Zuan ignored him, his attention was now entirely on the two people in the room.
After his initial anger subsided, Ding Run had calmed down and looked at Sang Hong, saying, "I have long heard that Lord Sang is an eighth-rank master. Today, I would like to experience his skills firsthand."
Sang Hong said in a deep voice, "You are very famous in the industry. I heard that an eighth-grade cultivator once died at your hands. I suppose an eighth-grade cultivator is nothing to you."
“It’s an eighth-rank target after all, much harder to kill than a regular target. I’ll have to tell the employer I need more money when I get back.” Ding Run had barely finished speaking when his long sword was already drawn.
His speed was so fast that onlookers couldn't even see the trajectory of his knife; they could only sense a flash of cold light passing by.
Sang Hong was already on high alert, brandishing the broken shackles on his hands as he charged forward. These shackles used by the embroidered-robed envoys to imprison people were made of black iron, and were quite good as weapons.
The two passed each other and switched positions. This time, Ding Run did not sheath his sword again, allowing Zu An and the others to get a full view of the sword.
Compared to a normal sword, his blade was incredibly long and narrow, more like a Japanese katana from his previous life, and even longer.
It should have been completely white, but a faint hint of dark red could be seen on it.
The dark red color wasn't on the surface of the blade; as a swordsman, it's impossible not to clean one's weapon.
Therefore, that dark red color must have seeped into the blade and become one with it.
When considering his profession, the meaning of that deep, dark red color becomes self-evident.
Despite the distance, the murderous aura emanating from the blade sent chills down one's spine, and one could even feel a fine, dense pricking sensation on their skin.
Zuan's expression turned solemn. This guy had already materialized his killing intent. The killing intent was so dense that it must have taken countless people to cultivate it.
Sang Qian, standing to the side, also looked grim. After all, he was a skilled fighter, and he had already noticed a cut of about an inch or two on his father's chest. Although it hadn't actually caused any serious injury, it was clear that his father had been at a disadvantage in that brief moment of contact.
"Your blade is incredibly fast." Sang Hong stared intently at Ding Run opposite him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He didn't need to look to know the condition of the clothes.
Ding Run grinned: "We people in this line of work live a life of constant danger, so how can we not be sharp? On the contrary, you, Lord Sang, who are pampered and rarely fight, are probably no match for me."
"That's not necessarily true." Sang Hong snorted. He was unwilling to lose face in this life-or-death struggle. He grabbed the chains on both sides with both hands, and a flame suddenly ignited, quickly turning the chains red-hot.
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