Jiangnan Gaiden

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He completely entrusted his back to me.

The most likely person to attack him from behind is Lan Ye, who is next to Zhan Shang.

Shang Shaochang has already disregarded life and death. Whether we can break through depends on me and my Ju Xue!

Ju Xue faces Lan Ye!

If you want to give birth, you have to fight for it!

Chapter Thirty-One: Taking the Beautiful Crow Out of its Cage

With a sweeping motion of his blade, the energy surged upwards, cleaving the thick iron railing in two from bottom to top! Seven or eight iron rods snapped in unison, transforming into seven or eight sharp blades that pierced straight towards Zhan Shang's chest, leaving him no way to dodge! If Zhan Shang were to use his blade to deflect the iron rods, Shang Shaochang's powerful strike would cleave him in two!

But there is also Lan Ye.

This insidious woman's methods are more terrifying than her martial arts skills.

Lan Ye gave a cold laugh, and from beneath her pink gauze dress, a golden soft sword slid out, like a cold, venomous snake, silently stabbing towards Shang Shaochang's back—

With a quick pull, Shang Shaochang flung me into the air!

Almost simultaneously, I saw him cleave the iron bars with his sword and lunge towards Zhan Shang; and almost simultaneously, I saw Lan Ye with his golden sword in hand, attacking Shang Shaozhang from behind!

Lan Ye raised her head and smiled slightly at me.

Her eyes were filled with contempt and disdain.

The golden sword light in Lan Ye's hand illuminated my cold, pale face, and I could almost feel the cold ruthlessness emanating from the sword energy!

It's either you die or I die!

Success or failure, life or death, hangs on a thread.

Whether we can escape alive depends on the Autumn Water in Shang Shaochang's hand and the Snow in my sleeve!

My sleeve suddenly felt heavy, and my hand had already grasped "Ju Xue".

Like the white snow of Kunlun, a sword is drawn, jade is drawn; a gentleman of noble character, elegant and refined.

The moment I grasped the sword, a cool, calming aura flowed through my fingers, and my mind suddenly became incredibly peaceful. It was as if this place was no longer a life-or-death struggle, but rather a return to Plum Valley, where plum blossoms were fragrant and snowflakes were falling. A return to that Plum Valley where we embraced and shared our deepest feelings.

In that beautiful, serene, otherworldly place, Shang Shaochang and I embraced tightly:

"In life, I'll be with you; in death, I'll be with you!"

Didn't I say I'd live and die with you?!

While I was in mid-air, a white ribbon, as white as snow, suddenly flew out from my sleeve! This white ribbon drew a beautiful arc in the air, like a waterfall from the heavens, a silver rainbow, and poured straight down towards the golden sword in Lan Ye's hand!

Ju Xue, let me, on this cusp of life and death, between heaven and earth, see once more the graceful beauty of your divine weapon, revive your spirit in my hands, and unleash your earth-shattering power!

With this sword, I will repay you for all the humiliation I have suffered—

Lan Ye!

The two swords clashed, both radiating brilliant light! Their brightness and brilliance even surpassed that of the Autumn Water Blade.

Lan Ye held the sword in her right hand, a smug smile slowly spreading across her lips: "I never expected that old man would give Ju Xue to you too... Little sister, if you go to the underworld, please don't blame me..."

My face changed drastically! As the light of the Ju Xue sword in my hand grew fainter and fainter, returning to that ordinary jade sword, I felt my arm holding the sword was sore and painful. It was as if all my strength and life force had been absorbed into the sword by Ju Xue! Even so, I could only block one of the opponent's swords.

Are we destined to be trapped here?

A soft "click" was heard, coming from Lan Ye's hand.

The magnificent golden soft sword in her hand suddenly developed a long crack, which grew larger and larger until it reached the hilt of the sword! Lan Ye exclaimed in surprise, "How could this be!--" In that moment of shock, the Ju Xue sword seemed to possess a spirit. With a soft whistle, the jade sword emerged from the crack, carrying a streak of snowy light, and stabbed straight towards Lan Ye's chest!

A scream and a long howl rang out from outside the iron cage.

In the snow's glow, a streak of blood rose.

I turned around and saw Zhan Shang stumble backward several steps, his body almost crashing heavily into the wall. A large pool of blood oozed from his chest. Shang Shaozhang's desperate attack had indeed succeeded! I saw Shang Shaozhang raise his left hand, and a flash of silver light appeared, already wrapped around my waist—the very same silver chain that had rendered him so powerful when we descended to the Jade Dust Cave. Shang Shaozhang shook the chain, scooped me up in his arms, and with a series of kicks, rushed outwards with me in his arms!

Shang Shaozhang held me by the arm, his Autumn Water Blade flashing in a blur beside him. He moved with astonishing speed, like a wounded cheetah; with each strike, a scream rang out. In the blink of an eye, he was at the exit, the screams and splattering blood around him making one want to vomit. His blade always sliced through the gray-clad assassin's throat with unerring accuracy, as if he possessed a terrifying intuition.

Murderous instinct.

The Autumn Water Blade in Shang Shaochang's hand had become bright and dazzling, as if countless souls had gathered on its blade, making this sharp and terrifying blade shine brightly.

My knife is a knife for killing, and my knife skills are knife skills for killing.

I suddenly understand now why Shang Shaozhang said such a strange yet profound thing when Yun Yiyang wanted him to teach him the Autumn Water Blade.

The swordsmanship that Shang Shao Chang used was indeed the most practical and effective.

The knife technique used to kill.

Shang Shaozhang swung his sword, slashing down, blood splattering.

There was not a trace of pity or compassion in his eyes; he didn't even blink. He seemed to have become utterly cold.

Now I understand why the gray-clad assassin in his forties respectfully called him "senior" when they first met the gentle assassin.

Why are so many people terrified of him?

Why is he known to everyone as "but there is order of precedence, not age"? And why is he called "the number one assassin in the world"?

"Are you alright?" Shang Shaozhang carried me away from the fountain of blood spurting from a gray-clad assassin, his feet still on the ground. "Don't be afraid, we'll break out soon."

I hugged Shang Shaochang tightly and whispered, "Don't worry, I'm not a coward."