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She forced her eyes open and saw Tian Shu holding Qiu Hong in one hand and carrying someone in the other, standing in front of her with a clear and cold expression: "This time, I'll settle Tian Xiu's score with you too."

The man hung his head, his long, black hair cascading down, his chest stained crimson, and the brocade robe he had changed into that morning was now filthy with blood.

As if breaking through something, Tang Shijiu felt a surge of heat in his hands and feet, and suddenly regained his strength. He rolled around, his face filled with disbelief: "Tianxiu! You...you actually..."

"He actually broke through the pressure point; he's indeed not to be underestimated." The long sword, gleaming with light, pointed directly at her heart, but its owner remained calm and composed: "I killed him. No, you killed him."

She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably. The sky was just beginning to lighten; it turned out the night was so long, and it wasn't over yet.

Just now, she was still feeling fortunate that Tianxiu had escaped death.

In just a few hours, he had become a limp corpse, being carried in someone's hands.

She didn't want to believe it was true, yet she had no choice but to.

Everything happened so fast, it caught everyone off guard.

Tang Shijiu suddenly froze, while Tian Shu was at a loss for words: "Go ahead and do it. I don't kill those who offer no resistance."

He straightened up, casually tossed Tianxiu behind him, and without any emotion or pity, the corpse fell heavily to the ground.

Tang Shijiu, seemingly still unconscious, rushed forward to try and lift Tianxiu's body: "Tianxiu..."

Tian Shu drew his longsword horizontally, blocking her path: "Dead men are nothing to look at. Your opponent is me."

No... we can't do that. Tianxiu loves wearing pretty clothes and hates getting them dirty. If he falls on the ground like this and gets his clothes dirty, he'll be angry when he wakes up.

She tried to speak, opened her mouth, but only hissed out cold air from her throat, unable to utter a single word.

Tianxiu... Tianxiu is most afraid of getting her face hurt, most afraid of getting her hair messed up...

Amazing!

Amazing!

She took a deep breath and finally spoke slowly: "Even if you are his brother, you can't treat him like this."

Tian Shu frowned: Is this woman crazy?

With a gentle thrust of his longsword, he pierced Tang Shijiu's shoulder, and blood immediately soaked his clothes. "Draw your sword."

Tang Shijiu did not draw his sword; he only felt a strong gust of wind pass by, and a person was already standing between the two of them.

"Tian Shu, you dare touch my woman?"

That figure was one that Tang Shijiu knew well and had longed for. The owner of the figure seemed somewhat afraid to look at her, shielding her behind him with one hand and gently taking her Xuanbei sword with the other.

"I hate it when people touch my things, and I hate even more people who hurt me."

Tang Shijiu suddenly realized that the person she knew was always gentle and somewhat timid, and would never speak in such a sharp tone.

Shen Yuntan held his sword across his chest, glanced at the corpse behind Tian Shu, and frowned: "You're really not human."

"A person? You dare to say such things to me?" Tian Shu suddenly sneered, her tone unusually sarcastic. "Besides, when did she become your person?"

“Even if I am nothing in her eyes, in my heart, she is mine. I am not like you, who has your own brother but does not know how to cherish him.” There was a trace of sorrow in his eyes, which was then filled with murderous intent. “Tian Shu, we have been fellow disciples for many years and have known each other for more than ten years. I really do not want to see blades drawn with you.”

"But... I will never allow anyone who poses a threat to her life to live in this world."

In their previous encounters, he had always worn a mask. This was the first time she had seen such a ruthless expression on that handsome, refined face. The gentle eyes were no longer kind; instead, they held intense murderous intent and brutality.

"Dead men shouldn't boast." Tian Shu slowly sheathed his longsword, his fingers slightly spread, and under the bright moonlight, his ten fingertips gleamed with a pale green light.

Shen Yun was taken aback: "Tang Clan's secret Eight Poison Palms, when did you reach the tenth level?"

The Eight Poison Palms is a secret technique of the Tang Clan, which can only be practiced by the sect leader. It is an extremely yin and poisonous technique. If one is not careful, the practitioner will be devoured by the poison and suffer a terrible fate. When one is about to succeed, he will be subjected to all kinds of torture, his liver and intestines will be torn apart. If he is not careful, he will suffer qi deviation and be doomed forever.

Tang Shijiu regained her senses slightly. Seeing Shen Yuntan's grave expression, she knew something was wrong and whispered, "His target is me. You should leave..."

"Are you worried about me...?" He smiled gently, with indescribable relief. "Nineteen, don't be afraid. I'm your bodyguard. I'll make sure you're safe."

These were the words she said to Tian Shu when they first met, at the entrance of the inn.

He always remembered; he never forgot.

She was too.

Shen Yun chuckled softly, composed himself, "For so many years, you and Tianxiu have been looking for an opportunity to kill me. Tianxiu's martial arts are weak, so I won't really make things difficult for him. But you... I will go all out." The reason they hesitated to make a move was because they lacked the confidence to kill each other. Rather than suffer mutual destruction and lose face, they preferred to maintain this delicate balance.

Unfortunately, this balance is likely to be broken tonight.

"Unfortunately... even if you master the Eight Poison Palms, it's useless. I won't die." He finally dared to look Tang Shijiu in the eye, as if he wanted to look at her thoroughly. "Because, the person who protects others cannot lose."

His gaze was firm and confident, and he exuded a commanding aura.

After a long standoff, Tian Shu suddenly moved, picked up Tian Xiu's body, and darted into the woods.

Shen Yuntan breathed a sigh of relief. If he had shown even the slightest bit of fear just now, Tian Shu would have really killed him. His words just now were just a bluff, and he really didn't have the confidence to win.

The east was already turning light at dawn. Nineteen slowly walked to the spot where Tianxiu had just lain, where there were still traces of blood, not yet dried.

“Tianxiu will definitely be unhappy if the blood stains the clothes.”

He felt a pang of pity and gently held her shoulder: "Nineteen... Tianxiu is dead."

She shook her head: "That's his brother, it's impossible."

Shen Yun didn't know how to persuade her. Her face grew paler and paler, her eyes filled with despair. She knew perfectly well what was going on, but she stubbornly deceived herself and refused to admit it.