"Gah." Upon hearing the words "Laughing at the Mortal World," the snow hawk jumped, its black bean-like eyes darting around, revealing a drooling expression.
“However, the Valley Master recently went to Kunlun to treat the King of the Sect, and I’m afraid it will be quite some time before he returns.” Shuanghong stroked the Snow Hawk’s feathers and sighed, “Such a long journey… I hope that Miaofeng can truly protect the Valley Master.”
A look of worry appeared in Xueyao's eyes. Suddenly, it jumped onto the table, picked up a calligraphy brush, and looked back at Shuanghong.
"Should we reply?" Shuanghong paused for a moment.
On the wasteland, blood bloomed like fireworks.
After an hour, the Heavenly Net Formation finally broke. The moment it shattered, four corpses fell in four different directions. Before the remaining people could react, Miao Feng instantly appeared, his sword poised to strike the fifth person's throat.
"Speak, what exactly is Tong's plan in sending you here?" A terrifying killing intent condensed in Miao Feng's eyes. The sword slowly slashed down, cutting along the main bloodline. "—If you don't speak, I'll skin you alive."
No one knows better than him how resilient an assassin who has emerged from the battlefield can be.
Therefore, there should be no leniency when taking action.
"Heh." Yet there was no fear in Chen Fu's eyes, only a sarcastic smile on his lips. "Feng, I don't understand why someone like you would willingly be the King's dog?"
"Then why did you become Tong's dog?" Miao Feng remained unmoved. "Neither of us needs to understand."
"Speak, what's Tong's plan?" The sword tip had already severed two large tendons below the collarbone. "If you don't want to be skinned alive."
Chen Fu suddenly burst into laughter, and as he laughed, his face quickly turned ashen.
“Feng, it seems… you’ve really been away from the battlefield for too long…” A line of emerald blood seeped from the corner of his mouth as the last assassin slowly fell, sneering, “You… forgot about ‘throat sealing’?”
The morning geese lay dead in the snow, dying swiftly and peacefully, a mocking smile on its lips.
Miao Feng was stunned. Such a swift death was clearly beyond his control—yes! Throat-sealing, he had actually forgotten that every assassin in the Shura Field had a "throat-sealing" pill hidden in their teeth!
He slumped down, lowering his sword, and stared blankly at the scattered corpses on the snow. These people were, in truth, his own kind.
Miao Feng, his breath returning to normal, raised his hand to his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood—Ba Jun was no ordinary opponent; he had only managed to defeat him by using the forbidden technique of Heavenly Demon Body Split. However, the fierce counterattack he suffered from forcibly using the forbidden technique had also left him severely injured.
He leaned on his sword for support and struggled to walk westward—the female healer should have reached Uliastai by now.
However, after walking less than three zhang, his gaze suddenly sharpened—
Footprints! Next to the line of footprints where Xue Ziye left, there was another line of faint footprints!
He abruptly turned around, scanning the snow-covered ground after the fierce battle. The tip of his sword swept across the snow, clearing away the remaining snow with a thud. There were five corpses on the snow. Adding to Bronze Duke, whose throat had been severed earlier, and Chasing Lightning, who had been buried under the snow, there were seven people in total—his face turned pale in an instant: one body was missing!
Fei Pian? Fei Pian, who was forced back by his attack in the previous round, is still alive?
The sounds of the bloody battle behind her could no longer be heard, and Xue Ziye ran aimlessly through the wind and snow.
She trudged through knee-deep snow, one mile, two miles... The wind and snow pushed her down several times, and the true energy that Miao Feng had channeled into her body was slowly disappearing. She felt ice condensing back in her chest, making it impossible to breathe, and she staggered and fell into the deep snow.
I could vaguely see greenery in front of me and hear the distant sound of camel bells—was that Uliastai?
That oasis in the Gobi Desert, meaning "a land with many willows"?
With her last ounce of strength, she propped herself up with her hands and gritted her teeth, inching her way in that direction. She had to get there quickly... otherwise, the wind and snow would freeze her halfway there.
"Oh, you can still move?" A cold laugh suddenly rang in her ears, and a foot stomped hard on her hand. "Judging from your face, you're almost at your limit, aren't you?"
A woman in white, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, landed beside her. She wore a mask and let out a cold laugh—judging from her voice, she was actually a woman.
"I'm being merciful and won't let you suffer any more," Fei Pian, who had chased after them, was clearly also injured. Her hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and her breathing had just calmed down. "I'll cut off your head and go back to report to Tong!"
Pupil? In that instant, Xue Ziye looked up as if she had been electrocuted, gazing towards the Kunlun Mountains in the far west.
Meisuke, so it really was you... who sent someone to kill me?
A bitter smile appeared on Xue Ziye's lips as she watched the gleaming sword slash down at her. She reached for her waist, but it was too late.
"Clang!" A sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out in the wind. Fei Pian's sword suddenly changed direction midway, barely parrying a thrown steel sword. The sword was imbued with strong internal energy. Fei Pian barely managed to catch it and took three steps back before regaining her balance, feeling her chest heaving with blood.
However, before she could even regain her footing, the man had already rushed over, his palms clasped together, drawing an arc to surround her.
Mu Chunfeng? She recognized the danger and immediately mustered all her strength to counterattack, her twin swords meeting in front of her to block the surging warm air current—snowflakes swirled and roared. After the exchange, both women took a step back, panting heavily.
It seems that Miao Feng, who is known as one of the two unparalleled masters of the Shura Field, was also seriously injured just now.
"Heh heh, looks like you're more badly injured than I am," Fei Pian suddenly sneered, looking at the person blocking Xue Ziye's way, and said sarcastically, "You're so eager to save this woman? Then hurry up and help her regain her strength! If you don't help her now, she's doomed!"
Miao Feng's expression changed, but she didn't dare to turn around to look behind her, only calling out in a low voice, "Valley Master Xue?"
There was no response.
He stared at Fei Pian, cautiously taking three feet back. He glanced at the snow out of the corner of his eye, then suddenly his whole body trembled. Xue Ziye was lying face down in the snow, completely motionless. He was shocked and instinctively wanted to bend down to help her up, but he forced himself to stop—if he bent down now, his back would be wide open, and he feared he would be killed instantly!
"What? Afraid to be distracted?" Fei Pian coldly glanced at him, sword in hand. "Indeed, having come from a battlefield of carnage, who would be foolish enough to sell their vulnerable spot to their opponent?"
She sneered, mockingly saying, "Very well! Tong gave the order that if I can't take your life, taking this woman's life will do the same thing—Envoy Miaofeng, I'll just stay here and wait for you. You can just watch her die!"
Miao Feng's ever-smiling face finally showed a solemn expression, and her fingers slowly tightened.
"Valley Master Xue?" he called again in a low voice, but the person on the snow was motionless, lifeless. The smile on his face slowly froze, his eyes flashing with a thousand emotions, and his body trembled slightly. If he didn't act now, he could only watch her die... However, even if he were to be distracted by saving Xue Ziye, he would still be instantly killed by his sword, meaning one of them would not survive!
Thoughts raced through my mind a thousand times, yet I could never make a decision at this moment.
"Heh," Fei Pian sneered, "to put Miao Feng in such a dilemma, even we Eight Steeds are nothing special—"
Before he could finish speaking, Miao Feng lowered his head in an instant, released his hands which were forming a protective hand seal, and rushed to lift the dying woman from the snow! At the same time, he turned to the side, his back to Fei Pian, protecting the person in his arms, and pressed one hand on her Xinlingtai acupoint on her back!
"Whoosh!" After a long verbal taunt, once an opening appeared, Fei Pian's sword swiftly pierced Miao Feng's back like lightning.