Wu Hen’s pupils suddenly shrank, and a scar on the side of his face seeped a trickle of blood.
Turning around again, half of his face was already covered by a Silver Mask, perfectly concealing the scar.
The gauze curtain fluttered, and a tall figure stood silhouetted against the light. The wind lifted the hem of her garnt, making it dance fiercely and elegantly.
The person stepped out of the darkness, and an indistinguishable face was revealed under the light, with eyes as cold and sharp as ice.
"You are Mingyue?" He had investigated everyone around the young lady, but this Mingyue remained an enigma. Her mysterious skills were beyond the laws of nature. Unexpectedly, the two confronted each other so soon.
Mingyue glanced at Yun Ya, seeing her breathing was light and without any injuries, she sighed in relief.
Only then did she coldly turn to Wu Hen, "Enough talk, today your life ends here."
As her words fell, her wrist turned, and a long sword appeared in her hand. The blade, carried by fierce wind, thrust towards Wu Hen swift as lightning and rapid as a thunder peak. Wu Hen quickly retreated, but the opponent was faster. The powerful airflow coming directly towards him left him nowhere to hide. He swiftly pulled out a handgun and shot at Mingyue, yet as the bullet sliced through the air, just as it was about to hit her between the eyes, it suddenly paused. Ti seed to freeze as everything played out like slow motion in a movie...
His eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.
She stepped back, her foot lightly touching the ground, riding the wind, her hair flying, covering those deep, mysterious eyes.
Then, astonishingly, the bullet changed direction, flying back towards him.
In his eyes was the reflection of the speeding bullet, coming at him so fast it left no ti for any reaction. He barely managed to dodge when the bullet went through his right shoulder blade.
The bullet pierced through his body, the montum pulling him back. The bullet embedded itself into the wall, and his back slamd fiercely against it, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
He chuckled self-mockingly, the once King of Assassins, ended up stumbling in a gutter.
What shocked him the most was this person’s bizarre skills. Could she be a psychic? No... it didn’t seem like it. By her moves, it felt more like so profound internal force, possibly from a hidden ancient martial arts family?
At this thought, his heart suddenly sank.
Queen had been searching for the hidden martial arts families, yet for so long, there had been no news. Unexpectedly... it was hidden by the young lady’s side all along.
Did she an harm to the young lady, or was she using her for so purpose?
He couldn’t help but laugh at himself, feeling like the one who posed a threat to the young lady.
Mingyue advanced with her sword, step by step, the tip scratching the ground, producing a piercing screech, inexplicably tightening his heart.
Wu Hen suddenly raised his head, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, yet he looked at Mingyue, resembling a Death’s ssenger arriving: "Are you from the Helian Family?"
Mingyue’s sword tip paused, her gaze slightly narrowed.
Suddenly raising her sword to his carotid artery, her gaze untilting: "You know too much."
Wu Hen curled his lips: "Looks like I was right, you are indeed from the Helian Family."
Mingyue squinted, suddenly twisting her sword, intending to cut his throat.
Wu Hen’s expression was neither sad nor joyful, not even a frown.
"Wait." A clear cold voice shattered the silence of the room.
Mingyue’s sword halted abruptly, re milliters away from a blood splash.
Yun Ya slowly straightened up, got off the bed, flicked away Mingyue’s sword, and coldly looked at Wu Hen.
"You should leave."
Mingyue frowned at her: "Miss...."
Yun Ya sneered: "Go back and tell her this for , every debt has its debtor, tell her to wash her neck and wait for ."
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