Chen Yi twisted his wrist, the blade path of the Brocade Spring Blade instantly shifted, colliding with the curved blade of Wuchang Eagle.
Boom!
The violent shockwave from the clash of blades sent leaves flying everywhere as Wuchang Eagle's figure staggered backward, scattering countless fallen leaves along the way.
Chen Yi likewise pulled back, his eyes catching the reflection of a cold gleam.
An arrow shot towards him.
Chen Yi's thoughts raced, and the arrow seed to be pushed sideways, veering off course and embedding into the nearby poplar tree, almost fully buried.
He turned and dashed deeper into the dense forest on the mountain.
Seeing this, Death Sparrow pulled out a multi-barrel shooter, channeling his inner strength and blowing hard. Hundreds of silver needles shot out like rain, filling every gap in the woods.
Chen Yi relied on the cover of trees while quickly forming the Wind Control Technique spell, raising an invisible wind wall that caused the silver needles to scatter and fall.
His figure, ghost-like in movent, suddenly exploded forth, disappearing into the depths of the forest.
Wuchang Eagle and Death Sparrow exchanged a glance.
"He went that way."
"You circle around the right; I'll follow behind."
"Alright."
No words were needed; the brief exchange of glances sufficed.
Tap tap tap...
Rapid footsteps echoed through the forest, shattering countless dry leaves beneath them.
The three figures darted through the dense woods—one fleeing, two pursuing, all relentless.
Chen Yi ascended the slope, scattering talismans along the way. Suddenly planting himself on a tree trunk, he halted, forming a spell with one hand.
Boom!
The talismans shimred, and the ground collapsed with a deafening sound. Wuchang Eagle's foot sank into emptiness, sending him plunging into a pit.
Chen Yi stepped rapidly across tree trunks like a soaring eagle, diving through the night veil toward the small figure atop the tree canopy.
Death Sparrow stopped abruptly among the treetops, pulling out silver needles.
But his movents suddenly faltered.
Under the moonlight, Chen Yi's lips moved slightly. Being soone who understood lip reading, Death Sparrow vaguely discerned the word "freeze."
By the ti he grasped it, his thoughts had already been sliced away by a cold gleam.
The blade dug into flesh, slicing across his side abdon.
Death Sparrow gritted his teeth and struck with his palm, but Chen Yi sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the blow. The palm hit a tree trunk, and using the recoil, Death Sparrow frantically retreated, crashing through a cascade of branches and falling leaves.
Guts spilled from his abdon, but Death Sparrow swiftly applied acupressure to staunch the bleeding, jamming his intestines back into his stomach. A flash of fear montarily flickered in the assassin's eyes.
It was the sa fear he had often observed in the eyes of others right before their deaths.
Countless branches and leaves scattered ssily as Sword Gang winds bent the tree canopy into twisted shapes. Chen Yi halted his pursuit upon seeing Wuchang Eagle leap out of the pit.
Wuchang Eagle ascended the trees with a violent surge of energy, his clothes swelling round, and his blade tore through the night veil, arriving before Chen Yi in an instant.
Whish!
The blade sliced through the air, causing a Sword Gang scream so shrill it grated the ears.
The strike was unimaginably swift. As a Fourth Rank Martial Artist, Wuchang Eagle had naturally grasped the essence of a killing blade. The terrifying blade montum made one's hair stand on end!
But a talisman dropped.
A burst of dust and li exploded, obstructing Wuchang Eagle's vision.
One thought passed through Wuchang Eagle's mind.
That damn Chen Yi has too many dirty tricks!
Not only is he strikingly handso, but his combat cunning is also infuriating!
His vision blocked, Wuchang Eagle's blade struck empty air, and by his ear, he heard the sound of a sword slicing through the void.
At so unknown mont, Chen Yi had grasped a sword, Sword Gang extended three feet long as the Destruction Zen Sword unleashed a devastating force!
Despite his hardened physique, Wuchang Eagle's arm was still pierced, showcasing the oppressively sharp blade force.
Wuchang Eagle grunted, his grip on the blade unwavering as he swung blindly toward the sound's origin.
The leaders of Xique Pavilion were fearless in the face of death, and this strike was horrifying in its power. Chen Yi raised his blade to block, but his figure was thrown backward by the impact.
Death Sparrow fired several arrows, but blood loss had ruined his aim; the arrows missed, hitting trees and falling to the ground.
His face turned pale, yet a sharp glint flashed in his eyes as he glanced at the wounded Wuchang Eagle.
Instantly, Wuchang Eagle understood the intention.
No excessive words were spoken.
rely sacrificing one life to trade for a chance at a lethal strike.
Amid unrelated sparks, the fireworks from earlier celebrations seed nurous.
Brilliant yet fleeting, the whistling sound spread across the sky, illuminating their faces briefly before fading away.
Death Sparrow whistled—a sound resembling bird calls, or perhaps the harbinger of death—as countless birds scattered in fright within the forest. Whispering the true na hidden behind the code na Soul-Returning Sparrow, he darted forward.
The whistle seed like he was urging his own life to the brink.
Fearlessly, Death Sparrow unleashed the short sword hidden in his sleeve, which pierced through the night like a fired projectile.
Amid flying branches, birds, and leaves, Death Sparrow arrived before Chen Yi.
A white streak flickered across the night sky.
The short sword shattered into fragnts, and along with it, Death Sparrow's diminutive body was severed into two.
His lips vibrated as he muttered the Soul-Returning Sparrow's true na for the last ti.
But Chen Yi was not him; he could not read lips, nor did he have ti to understand the dying man's final thoughts.
anwhile, under Death Sparrow's cover, Wuchang Eagle's blade struck out.
Like tearing through the pitch-dark night, the blade carved a luminous arc.
The montum was overwhelming.
And it struck Chen Yi.
From his neck to his right rib cage, a gash split his body, blood spraying forth. He had seen such blood spurts countless tis before in enemies he had defeated, but this ti, the blood belonged to him.
It felt different,
It felt… different...
His own blood seed thicker, richer, perhaps even more beautiful...
A fleeting thought crossed his mind, carrying a trace of strange serenity.
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