Scarlet Rain Overwhelms the City

Chapter 53

"What?"

"After you finish this, never come back. The world is vast, you can go anywhere, but in this lifetime, never return to the Tianshan Snow Gate."

Lotus stood quietly, the soft whip in her hand hanging down.

In the distance, Zhan Yu's tall figure disappeared into the setting sun, his black silhouette exuding a sense of coldness, silence, and despair.

From the first day she met him, she knew he was a man of restraint.

In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed. They fought side by side against countless enemies, faced countless dangers, escaped death countless times, and exchanged glances countless times, yet she never truly saw them...

How much deep pain was hidden in the restrained look in Zhan Yu's eyes...?

The night was deep.

The prison where Murong Yin was imprisoned was not the same place as the prisons where the rest of the Murong family were imprisoned!

The members of the Murong family were all imprisoned in the deepest part of the dungeon, a place of deathly silence. Everyone imprisoned there was doomed to die. Disciples of the Tianshan Snow Sect guarded the dungeon, and no one could easily enter.

Under the cool moonlight.

A figure in lake green slowly approached from afar, her waist as supple as a willow. It was a woman, a woman with a face as delicate and charming as white jade.

That was Ye Chuhan's concubine, Meiji.

The alluring Mei Ji walked up to the Tianshan Snow Sect disciples guarding the prison gate and smiled gently, "The sect leader has ordered that Master Murong be taken to the torture chamber. I would like to trouble you two brothers to open the prison gate."

What she held in her hand was none other than Ye Chuhan's token.

Two disciples of the Tianshan Snow Clan received the order and turned to open the prison door. Mei Ji behind them made a swift move, a flash of silver light in her hand, and a gleaming dagger slashed across the throat of one of the Snow Clan disciples.

The man fell limply without making a sound, while the other man whirled around, but unfortunately, Mei Ji's hand was much faster than his.

In the deep darkness of the night, only a cold glint could be seen.

Two Snow Gate disciples had already fallen silently.

Blood dripped silently from the dagger...

Murong Ci gasped for breath, her hands trembling uncontrollably, her heart pounding wildly as if it might leap out of her chest at any moment.

She reached out, her hand trembling, to touch the unlocked cell door.

"Mei Ji, are you courting death?!" A deep voice suddenly rang out in the desolate night.

"Who—" Murong Ci turned around in horror, staring wide-eyed at what was behind her, her hands gripping the blood-stained dagger tightly, her whole body trembling.

Who is it—?

In the darkness of night.

Zhan Yu's black clothes fluttered in the wind, and the Qingming Blade rang out of its sheath, emanating a chilling killing intent that slowly tore at Murong Ci's terrified heart.

Zhan Yu pointed his sword at her body and looked at her coldly, "How dare you break into the dungeon? Are you tired of living?!"

The Azure Sword emitted bursts of cold light, chilling to the bone.

Murong Ci gripped the dagger tightly with both hands. Facing the Qingming Sword, her dagger looked like a child's toy, but she showed no sign of backing down.

"Yes! I'm going to break into the dungeon!! I'm going to save the Murong family!!!"

That's all!

She rushed forward and recklessly stabbed the black-clad Zhan Yu with the dagger in her hand.

How could she possibly be a match for Zhan Yu!

Zhan Yu's figure blurred, passing by the rushing Murong Ci. The Qingming Sword drew a chilling silver line in the night, mercilessly slicing diagonally across Murong Ci's arm, severing her tendons—

hiss!

Blood splattered everywhere!

Blood gushed from Murong Ci's severed tendons in her left arm, and instantly, it rained down like a torrential downpour...

Zhan Yu turned around coldly. He knew that the girl was no match for this sword strike; with just this one strike, he had already crippled one of her arms.

However.

The moment he turned around, he suddenly froze, a look of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

Murong Ci was still standing in front of him.

She stumbled, but didn't fall. Blood gushed from her left hand, leaving her only able to hold the dagger in her right. Her heart pounded wildly from the force of her attack, and she gasped for breath... The smear of blood on her pale face, like crimson rouge... possessed a kind of sacred beauty...

The fingers gripping the Azure Nether Sword trembled silently.

Zhan Yu stared at her, blocking the dungeon entrance, his voice as cold as ever, "What exactly are you trying to do?! Why do you insist on breaking into the dungeon?!"

Murong Ci gave a cold laugh, blood dripping from the fingertips of her left hand. "Sect Leader Zhan, you either kill me or let me pass—you'd better not expect me to back down!"

She actually brandished the dagger again and stepped forward.

Zhan Yu held the Qingming Sword horizontally, staring at the blood-covered woman rushing towards him, his dark and indifferent pupils shrinking into a tight line!

The Azure Sword, carrying terrifying killing intent, pierced towards Murong Ci.

Zhan Yu's sword strikes had already cornered Murong Ci. He didn't intend to kill her, but only to force her to retreat. However, today Mei Ji seemed to have gone mad, refusing to back down even at the cost of her life.