886 Severing a Finger (1/2)

Shangguan Hong backed off one step after another, but no matter how careful he was, the snow beneath his feet still squeaked. His eyes remained fixed on the Dragon King's back until it became a gray patch in the air and finally merged into the darkness in the room.

Shangguan Hong eventually began to suspect that the Dragon King had been gone for long, and that gray patch was merely a residual image.

He was wrong. That gray patch sudden flickered. It vanished and reappeared, and this process repeated itself three time. Each time it did so, it seemed to be accompanied by a vibrating sound of weapons ripping through the air.

He knew that the Dragon King's sabersmanship was superb, but he couldn't conceptualize how it was superb. This was the first time that he had not only faintly seen the Dragon King's saber attacks but also slightly comprehended its secret. But unexpectedly, he only ended up more confused.

There had been assassins hiding in the room and they had almost merged with the environment. Before the fight started, Shangguan Hong hadn't sensed the existence of those assassins at all. To his surprise, it was the Dragon King who had made the first move.

There was moonlight outside the room. The Dragon King had walked from outside into the dark room. Logically, it should have taken some time for his eyes to adjust to the dark, but he was the one who had made the first move, and all of his attacks were very accurate, as if the room was brightly lit with sunlight.

Three assassin were downed, but they were still alive. Shangguan Hong could hear their breathing.

Gu Shenwei walked out of the darkness, his right hand still holding the unsheathed Five Peaks Saber. His figure gradually emerged and suddenly became intact, as if the moonlight had just cast a devil-summoning spell.

Reverence, awe, and confusion surging in him, Shangguan Hong seemed as if he had just been hit by another palm strike with frosty Qi. His body started shivering relentlessly, his legs slowly buckling.

Gu Shenwei hadn't performed the pure Death Scripture swordsmanship. Although he had switched his weapon from swords to sabers and his comprehension of the scriptures had become more profound, his moves were still a little rusty. When he had been trying to locate the enemies' ”living energy,” he had nearly miscalculated.

'I have to keep practicing the Death Scripture uninterruptedly,” he reminded himself secretly.

Eventually, Shangguan Hong managed to not kneel down. A voice stopped him –

”No confidence, no swordsmanship.”

Gu Shenwei raised his eyes and saw a woman standing on the rooftop opposite. He could only discern a vague figure. Judging by the voice, that woman was neither Lotus nor Han Fen.

”Dragon King, please come with me.”

Gu Shenwei turned his head around. The three assassins walked out of the room, clutching their wounds. All of them were teenagers, and one was even younger than Tie Linglong. There was a miserable and disappointed look on her childish face.

The reason why Gu Shenwei hadn't killed them was because he didn't want to offend Lotus before meeting her. And the most important thing was that he was now able to control his saber, so he no longer had to kill his opponent with one blow like before.

The youngest teenager murderously asked, ”How did you find us?”

Gu Shenwei ignored her. He put the Five Peaks Saber away, turned around, and leaped onto the rooftop to follow the woman who had started walking.

Shangguan Hong and the three young assassins hesitated briefly before following along with suppressed pain. The had just witnessed the true Death Scripture swordsmanship, and they couldn't wait to see it again.

Although none of the three kids had managed to make a complete move, Gu Shenwei had still distinctly sensed that what they had practiced was also the Death Scripture swordsmanship.

Lotus seemed to be handing out this unique swordsmanship as if it were just some kind of cheap gift.

So this was why there were so many assassinations in Jade City. Lotus had been repeating the story of her and Servant Huan, helping beginners improve their swordsmanship by killing.

The Essence Pavilion had been burnt down. An ugly, shapeless and twisted house had been built on its site. The woman leading the way walked past it and entered the Gui Garden behind it.

There were peach trees everywhere in the Gui Garden. Two years ago, they had also suffered from that fire, and now they were recovering. Patches of small trees were weighed down with the late-winter snow, looking somewhat pitiful.

The female stopped under an old tree, turned around, and said, ”I'm Han Yu. You probably doesn't remember me, Dragon King.”

”I do. Two years ago in Jade City, you were my bodyguard. I didn't see you at Xiaoyao Lake. I suppose that you've been staying here all along.”

Han Yu kept silent for a while. ”You have a good memory, Dragon King.”

”Can I meet the Master Commander now?”

”Not yet. The Master Commander hopes that Dragon King can do us a favor first.”

”As you wish.”

Han Yu raised her hands and clapped twice. With that, a dozen people walked out from behind the trees around them. There were both males and females, and the oldest one was merely twenty or so. Each of them was holding an unsheathed sword. They formed a loose encirclement ring, surrounding the Dragon King.

The three injured teenagers subconsciously took several steps backwards, filling the gap of the encirclement ring.

Shangguan Hong was perplexed. He looked around and found that there was no place for him on the encirclement ring. What confused him the most was that there had been no signs of the Dragon King planning this trip, and he himself hadn't had enough time to disclose this trip to anybody. So why had there been ambush in that room as well as here in the Gui Garden?

”You want a kung fu competition?” Gu Shenwei asked.