The familiar feeling made Zheng Quchi's heart race inexplicably. She clenched her fists and swallowed hard. Gan Xin, sensing her tension, reassured her, "Master, with me here, no one can..."
At this point, he glanced at her injured arm again, paused, and changed his words: "No one can get past me easily."
Zheng Quchi didn't pay much attention to what he was saying. Her gaze passed over the barbarians who were stumbling and running towards her. Then, a magnificent army of black-armored soldiers surged out in waves, their faces cold and imposing, holding gleaming silver steel swords, and they came in pursuit from behind.
It's the Xuanjia Army...
It really was him.
Zheng Quchi didn't run or hide, but stood there straight. Since she didn't move, the people following her naturally didn't leave either.
Seeing that someone was blocking their way, the barbarians assumed they were strangers who had accidentally wandered in, and their eyes immediately turned fierce, intending to kill them all and force their way in. At this moment, Zheng Quchi said, "Gan Xin."
"yes."
With a wave of his hand, Gan Xin unleashed a gust of wind that tore apart the surrounding reeds. Grass roots, uprooted by the wind, flew into the air. He leaped high like a fierce tiger, and after a few exchanges, not a single barbarian remained standing.
The one-sided hunt ahead caught the attention of the Xuanjia Army. They slowly stopped, gripped their weapons, and watched warily. Although Gan Xin's evil and domineering martial arts were terrifying, they clearly had their own confidence. Although they did not make any move, they also showed no intention of retreating.
Le Tai looked at Gan Xin and trembled all over, his lips turning deathly pale.
He had acted too quickly before, and he hadn't even seen clearly before being captured by this tall man. But this time, he witnessed firsthand how the other man made his move. His palm strikes were fierce and powerful; one strike could rip open a belly, another could break a hand and fracture bones, and a grab could sever a throat and twist a neck. Every move was deliberate and routine, a deadly technique. This showed that this man was a demon in the martial world, not an ordinary chivalrous person.
In fact, Gan Xin, the Mad Saber, was a figure of both good and evil in the martial arts world. His first half of life was filled with bloodshed and turmoil, but in the second half, he was brought under the control of a young woman, which made him restrain his wild and unruly nature and live a low-key life.
Gan Xin returned to Zheng Quchi's side, silent and with his eyes lowered. Zheng Quchi also remained silent, gazing patiently at the Xuanjia Army opposite them.
The clouds on the horizon seemed to stand still, and the vast reeds on the ground swayed in the wind. A faint fragrance mixed with the smell of blood wafted in the air. As if they had some tacit understanding, both sides were waiting—until the fierce wind swept across the surrounding withered yellow "carpet," crushing a powerful "ripple" that spread out, and a man dressed in black armor descended.
His slender body, like a dark shadow, absorbed the light that had fallen on the ground, forming an absolutely silent yet powerful domain. He wore a mask with an eerie and cold hue, and his aura was as imposing as a mountain, instantly giving people a sense of oppression that made it hard to breathe.
Gan Xin's pupils constricted, and as he squinted, all the muscles in his body involuntarily tensed up.
The two most powerful figures of the era stood face to face, their eyes filled with a quiet scrutiny and a suppressed, restless danger. Those around them were affected by this and felt a chill run down their spines.
Several years later, upon seeing his figure again, a strange emotion welled up in Zheng Quchi's heart. He was about to take a step forward when Gan Xin blocked him with an arm.
"I……"
“Master, this person is extremely dangerous. Step back a bit.”
This was the first time Gan Xin had felt uncertain. He had someone to protect behind him, and the bloodthirsty aura emanating from the person before him was so intense and powerful that he must have come from the Blood Sea and was definitely not a benevolent being.
Her lips twitched: "..." Uh, she actually knew this extremely dangerous person very well.
"actually……"
"Step back a bit. If the negotiations don't work out, you can take the others and leave. Don't worry about me," Gan Xin said sternly.
Zheng Quchi gave up and stopped talking. She looked up, but Gan Xin's broad back blocked her view completely. So she took a step to the side and looked ahead again—
Damn it, the person didn't even look at her properly. No, the other person did glance at her briefly, with a look that was three parts nonchalant, two parts indifferent, and one part uninterested. In short... she didn't know him.
Ah, all those complex emotions, all those feelings that welled up inside me, all shattered on the ground with a thud.
Zheng Quchi: "..." Hey, okay, she admits that the changes over the past few years have made her taller, darker, thinner, and her baby fat is gone, turning her apple face into an oval face, but at least her eyes, nose, and mouth haven't changed, right? She shouldn't be unrecognizable, right?
"Did you kill these people?" Yuwen Sheng loosened his wrist and took off the silken cover from his hand.
Gan Xin said, "So what if it is?"
This conversation is a bit silly, isn't it? Shouldn't they reveal their identities first to resolve any misunderstandings and conflicts that might arise? Zheng Quchi was about to speak when, in the next second, Yuwen Sheng made his move without warning.
He arrived in front of Zheng Quchi in an instant. The wind suddenly rose and then stopped. Zheng Quchi's sideburns exploded and then returned to normal in a messy state. Gan Xin's movements were not slow either. He blocked Yuwen Sheng and then suddenly threw a punch...
Neither of them used weapons. They exchanged blows, punches and kicks, their figures weaving through the air at high speed. Ordinary people couldn't tell who was who. They fought for hundreds of moves. Zheng Quchi felt the cold wind from their punches stinging his face. Both he and his horse were like sailboats caught in a storm at sea, being blown about.
Unable to bear it any longer, Zheng Quchi roared, "Enough—"
Gan Xin's cheek was slashed by a chilling blast of air, followed by a searing, burning pain. He had been outmatched and his opponent had found an opening...
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