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This speed and power are terrifyingly inhuman.

Tianxiu let out a miserable cry as he was slammed out of the door by a palm strike, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He was now Tianxiu, unable to unleash the incredible internal energy and martial arts skills that Tianshu possessed.

Tang Shijiu's black hair flew wildly, a drop of blood dripped from the corner of her eye, slicing across her face, her voice hoarse and inhuman, like the roar of a wild beast.

"Sang Tianshu, get out here! I'll make you pay for your crimes in blood!"

"A blood debt must be paid in blood!"

"Blood for blood!!!" she roared three times, and the servants in the courtyard who had no martial arts skills were so shocked that their vision went black and they all fell to the ground.

Upon hearing the commotion, Tang Yu immediately saw Mr. Tian Shu, who was vomiting blood. She had no idea that Tian Xiu and Tian Shu were the same person. Seeing that the man was covered in blood, her first thought was that he was the most important person in her heart.

"Mr. Tianshu!" Tang Yu rushed to the man without hesitation.

Kill them, kill them all! Someone in my mind roared and urged me on like this.

Tang Shijiu stepped forward slowly, her red sleeves billowing as she tightly wrapped around Tang Yu, lifting her up so that her feet left the ground.

Tang Yu, trained since childhood, possessed exceptional quick thinking and adaptability in emergencies. In a life-or-death situation, she disregarded Tang Shijiu and instinctively drew a dagger from her boot, aiming it at Tang Shijiu's eye. In the blink of an eye, her hand was seized by Tang Shijiu's grip. She was horrified to find that Tang Shijiu's usually kind and bright face was now filled with a sinister smile. The dagger was snatched away in an instant, its cold gleam blinding. Suddenly, Tang Yu felt someone pull her back, narrowly escaping death. She turned around, still shaken, to see Tian Xiu.

No, it's Tian Shu.

Tian Shu's face remained deathly pale, her eyes growing colder and colder: "Tang Shijiu, I, Sang Tian Shu, am here waiting for you."

Before the word "you" even landed, the rainbow shadow had already closed in. Tian Shu dared not be negligent and gathered his energy to unleash his power. Tang Shijiu, however, had already stopped. He watched as the rainbow shadow landed, seemingly unable to believe it, and slowly lowered his head to look at the bloody hole that had suddenly appeared in his lower abdomen, from which blood was gushing out.

Tang Shijiu stood in front of him, almost touching his nose. She slowly raised her bleeding finger and placed it to his lips, a childlike, innocent smile on her face.

"sweet."

It was as if it wasn't blood, but a newly bought candied hawthorn.

“Mr. Tianshu!” With courage from who knows where, Tang Yu suddenly stood up, stood between the two of them, opened her arms, and looked at Tang Shijiu with trembling eyes.

Fresh blood... the smell of fresh blood...

Tang Shijiu's pupils contracted, increasingly yearning for something, yet also resisting something.

"Tang Yu, you should go..." This was the first time Tang Yu had heard Tian Shu sigh. "Don't die in vain."

Her petite body trembled slightly, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. Tang Yu, who rarely cried, couldn't hold back her tears after Tian Shu's words.

Is he... concerned about her?

Actually, he had always cared about her...

Every time, it was Tian Shu who saved her; every time, it was Tian Shu who protected her!

"Sir, let me protect you this once. I'm an assassin you trained, but I've never truly protected you. This time, let me protect you, okay?"

What nonsense! This fish must be mentally deficient.

Tian Shu frowned. "Get out!"

Tang Yu shook her head: "Sir, this time, I won't listen to you anymore." She drew the soft sword from her waist and pointed it directly at Tang Shijiu's vitals.

No one is allowed to bully Mr. Tianshu.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Bloodlust

Tang Shijiu lowered her head gently, a strange smile playing on her lips, as if savoring the aroma of something delicious. Yet her face was shrouded in a hazy mist, her bright eyes clouded with tears, unfocused and indistinct. Her pale fingers were covered in blood, dripping slowly. Tian Shu managed a deep breath; the wound on his abdomen was already a bloody mess. Even with his superior martial arts skills, he reflexively took a step back; otherwise, her grip would have surely pulled out his intestines.

This is... the power of the Mind-Supporting Technique.

Tian Shu's lips curled slightly upwards. It was indeed a cursed manual; once one went mad from practicing it, even their mind would be devoured, turning them into complete slaves to battle. He and Shen Yun were both victims of this strange cultivation method. That's why Tian Xiu and Tian Shu coexisted, and why Shen Yin was so ruthless, relentlessly slaughtering and dismembering people.

Master… truly a prodigy. Perhaps, he and his fellow disciples were just a hair's breadth away from accidentally mastering the Tuanfu Heart Sutra. Perhaps, given a few more years, Master would have truly devised a way to break it. Blood dripped uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't bother to wipe it away. The idea to assassinate Master back then… it seems, was actually Tianxiu's suggestion. But whatever, Tianshu and Tianxiu are the same.

He suddenly felt incredibly tired. For the first time, his hand, gripping a sword, felt too heavy to lift; for the first time, he desperately wanted to close his eyes and rest during a fight. Perhaps, as Tianxiu said, life... is nothing more than pursuing what brings happiness. Some love money, some love beautiful women, and others simply revel in the joy of reaching the pinnacle of martial arts.

However, he didn't even know how he could be happy.

Tang Shijiu raised her head. A few strands of black hair clung to her fair face, damp. Tian Shu suddenly felt an urge to reach out and touch them.

Tianxiu and Tianshu, they really are... becoming more and more alike.

However, he didn't have time to indulge in wild thoughts. Tang Shijiu revealed an innocent smile, like an innocent child, but the skill in his hands was anything but kind. His slender fingers suddenly turned into ten killing knives, and his strange movements were unpredictable. He bypassed Tang Yu's soft sword and rushed straight towards Tian Shu's face.

However, he had no intention of hiding.

He couldn't escape it either.

Tian Shu finally realized that even if he captured Tang Shijiu, the true power of the Tuanfu Heart Sutra was not something a mere Tian Shu could control. Tang Shijiu couldn't either. He, Shen Yuntan, his master, Xie Dongsheng, Tang Qingliu, and many others were all unable to control the Tuanfu Heart Sutra. Instead, they were led by the nose by this thing, busy and preoccupied, spinning their lives, spinning their destinies.

Now, there's another Tang Nineteen.

He was really tired, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Warm blood splattered on his face, someone hugged him tightly, and then, a tremendous force pulled him backward from the back of his neck. The expected death did not come; Tian Shu opened his eyes and finally saw clearly.

Tang Yu was the one who was holding onto him. Tang Shijiu had scratched five bloody holes in her back, leaving a large, bloody mess. The powerful internal energy flowed into her body through her five fingers, causing her to vomit blood, but her hands still clung tightly to Tian Shu.

As if something had struck his heart hard, Tian Shu supported Tang Yu, his face filled with disbelief.

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Mouthfuls of blood gushed from Tang Yu's mouth. She longed to speak with Tian Shu one more time. Was she about to die? Before she died, could she call him "Little Shu Shu" just one last time? Like a typical thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, happily and sweetly calling the name of the person she loved?