Chapter 1120 A Familiar Voice
At this moment, compared to Xiao Yuansui's worry, Wo Xue, sitting behind Yuwen Ye, was even more terrified.
Unlike the enemies in front of her, although she was sitting behind Yuwen Ye, his tall figure seemed to block all dangers, at such close range she could clearly smell the increasingly strong smell of blood on Yuwen Ye, and could also see that one of Yuwen Ye's hands was completely stained with blood.
His wound was still bleeding.
His wound must have reopened after he just severed that arrow!
Although that spear did not seriously injure him, how could the wounded Yuwen Ye possibly withstand so many enemies in front of him at this time? And how could he withstand Hua Ziying's second arrow?
But it was too late!
Just as Wo Xue was extremely anxious, the arrow flew over and turned into a cold star before their eyes!
As Yuwen Ye's hand, which had been raised high to cut the first arrow, suddenly fell down. Although the movement was slightly slower than when he had cut the first arrow, a crisp clang was still heard. The arrow struck the blade, and a flash of cold light appeared. The arrow bounced back sharply and landed diagonally in the reeds beside him.
"Your Highness!"
Wo Xue felt as if her chest was about to explode from the violent pounding of her heart, and couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
For a moment, the entire wasteland fell silent. All that could be heard was the howling cold wind, the rushing river in the distance, and the violent heartbeats of each person. Then, Yuwen Ye's rapid and heavy breathing struck Wo Xue's heart like a drumbeat.
The second arrow was blocked!
However, she could clearly sense that Yuwen Ye's movements were much slower than before, so the second arrow was not cut off, but bounced off the blade. Yuwen Ye's hand holding the blade fell down, and his arm, which was usually as steady as a rock, was now trembling slightly. Blood soaked his clothes again and flowed down his hand, dripping onto the ground.
Such an injury would not be able to withstand a third arrow, let alone Xiao Yuansui and his men!
At this moment, Wo Xue was completely unable to calm down. She even wanted to dismount and use her skills to fight her way out for Yuwen Ye, but as soon as she moved, her body immediately froze.
Not only did she feel her old wound being torn open, but more importantly, Hua Ziying in front of her once again raised his hand, drew the last arrow from the quiver on his back, and then slowly drew back the bow.
This time, he seemed to have calmed down.
Although Yuwen Ye blocked the second arrow, the failure did not make him even angrier. From pinching the arrow's fletching to drawing the arrow, to nocking the bowstring, and then aiming at the person in front of him, he performed every movement very carefully. He was no longer as resentful as before, to the point that his hands trembled so much that they didn't seem to belong to him. The failed arrow he shot seemed to have thrown away something that shouldn't have been there in him.
Now, with utmost composure, he aimed a glint of cold light from his fingertips at the person standing resolutely in the cold wind ahead.
Yuwen Ye's breathing gradually became heavy.
This wasn't the first time he'd been pointed at with arrows like this. In fact, it wasn't unheard of for him to continue fighting enemies even after being hit by multiple arrows on the battlefield. But this was the first time he was truly cornered, yet he didn't, as he had in the past, simply go all out and fight to his heart's content.
Because he couldn't help but think about Shang Ruyi, who was still trapped in Xiao Yuansui's camp.
They still couldn't rescue her tonight.
Having reached this point, he didn't want to risk everything. Even if it meant taking risks, he was fully prepared. He was no longer the solitary Yuwen Ye of the past; he was now the high and mighty Prince Qin of the Great Sheng Dynasty, only one step away from the position he desired. More importantly—
He still wanted to rescue that person alive and continue his journey with her.
With that thought, Yuwen Ye endured the excruciating pain in his shoulder, which felt as if it might break at any moment, and gripped the Mo Dao tightly once more. Then, he clearly heard the sound of his shoulder wound being torn open, and blood gushed out, slowly flowing down his hand and dripping onto the ground drop by drop.
The sound, like the beating of a drum, resounded in his ears.
Seeing Hua Ziying calm down and smelling the increasingly clear scent of blood in the wind, Xiao Yuansui seemed to sense something as well. He calmly and coldly looked at Yuwen Ye's figure, which was almost blending into the night, and listened to his heavy breathing, which sounded like a drumbeat. He said, "Perhaps, I can spare your life."
"..."
"If you surrender."
"..."
"That way, you might still be able to see her alive—she is indeed very important to you, isn't she?"
He spoke those last few words with exceptional coldness and sharpness, no less gentle than the poem he wrote for Lüxiao. He himself was somewhat unsure whether he wanted to capture Yuwen Ye alive without bloodshed, or to let Hua Ziying end his nemesis with an arrow, or perhaps to force himself to save face.
If that were the case, what would Shang Ruyi do?
At this moment, his thoughts suddenly became inexplicably disordered.
It seemed that this disorder also disturbed him; his breathing and heartbeat gradually became heavy, like Yuwen Ye's rapid breathing, vibrating his eardrums like a drumbeat. For a moment, it was as if he could not hear any other sounds, as if the whole world and this quiet night were shaken by this drumbeat.
Gradually, he sensed that something was wrong.
Those around seemed to hear the rumbling sound as well, and couldn't help but look around. Only Hua Ziying remained calm and steady, his cold glint fixed on Yuwen Ye's brow, as if he was just waiting for a command, or as if he was just waiting for a moment to take down his greatest enemy.
Even so, he could still hear the noises around him.
It wasn't his heartbeat, nor Yuwen Ye's breathing, nor the increasingly panicked whispers and inquiries from those around them, but rather a real sound approaching them, as if the ground itself was trembling.
What exactly happened?
Just as Xiao Yuansui and his men, including Yuwen Ye, couldn't help but frown and look around, they saw a clear sound of horses' hooves gradually approaching from the pitch-black night behind them. The wind was stirred up, and the horses' hooves rushed towards them like sharp blades. Amidst the sound of the wind, a familiar, somewhat immature voice shouted: "Charge!"
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