"Who sent you? I can pay double the price for my life," Yan Yuchu’s eyes suddenly narrowed as he said in a deep voice. Although both were seriously injured, he had completely exhausted his Qi with the sword strike he had just perford, and now he couldn’t muster any strength at all. Yet, the assassin clearly still had reserve strength, enough to kill him without a problem.
"I shouldn’t say much, but seeing that you’ve achieved so much at such a young age, I’ll let you die knowing why. You simply should never have been born!" After saying this, the assassin thrust his sword forward.
"What do you an, ’let die knowing’?" Yan Yuchu stared blankly, obviously not understanding the assassin’s words, and cried out in despair.
Even though the assassin was also gravely injured, the power of this sword strike was still no less than that of a Great Sword Master, which was far beyond what he could withstand at the mont.
He knew he was bound to die, yet he felt so much discontent. Once, like Mu Hanyan, he was regarded as worthless and forgotten among many brothers and sisters, until the night of his sixteenth birthday, when he suddenly had an epiphany. In just six months, he reached the realm of Sword Master and was joyously appointed by his grandfather as the City Lord of Xiushui City.
His glorious days had only just begun; how could he die now? But no matter how unwilling he was, it wouldn’t change the facts.
Yan Yuchu’s eyes turned lifeless, no longer showing any spirit.
Just as Yan Yuchu was completely in despair, a longsword silently thrust out from behind the assassin.
"Seeking death!" True to his profession, the assassin had a far superior sense of danger. Although Mu Hanyan tried to hide the Qi of her sword, the assassin still sensed it. Feeling the piercing cold behind him, the assassin cried out in anger and montarily put Yan Yuchu aside to twist around and thrust his sword tip straight at Mu Hanyan.
Seeing her chance for a surprise attack from behind fail, Mu Hanyan could no longer hide her strength.
Even though the opponent was severely injured, he could still display the strength of a Great Sword Master, and if she continued to hide her strength, it would be suicidal.
Her wrist twisted, and the Cold Sky Sword swept across the sky.
Bits of frost, thousands of snowflakes, danced in the air!
Illusion Sword Skill! Ninth Rank Swordsman.
"You, you are a Ninth Rank!" Yan Yuchu exclaid in shock.
His heart thudded, although Mu Hanyan was displaying the Illusion Sword Skill of a Ninth Rank Swordsman, it was sowhat different from that of other Ninth Rank Swordsn.
The so-called Illusion Sword Skill was just bringing the speed of swordsmanship to the limit and controlling the power ticulously to create illusions, ant to confuse the eyes and shake the ntal state; the illusions themselves had no real power.
But when one reached the Tenth Rank or the level of a Great Sword Master, the control over Qi reached another level. Illusion Sword Skill evolved into Sword Transformation Technique, turning one sword into thousands, creating myriad forms from a single strike.
The original illusions were no longer re illusions but real existences, as powerful as dragons or tigers, as formidable as sumr thunder and winter snow, with exponentially increased power.
The cold snow and frost transford by Mu Hanyan’s sword, although not reaching the level of the Sword Transformation Technique, gave him a bone-chilling coldness. His limbs even felt montarily stiff, clearly surpassing the usual level of Illusion Sword Skill and equivalent to stepping into the threshold of a Great Sword Master.
If it hadn’t been for this assassin appearing suddenly, underestimated, he might very well have been defeated by her. Thinking of this, Yan Yuchu felt shivers of fear in his heart.
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