888 A Voice (2/2)

Shangguan Hong was growing more and more sure of his speculation. He moved another step closer to the Dragon King and loudly said, ”Han Fen, Wild Horse betrayed the Master Commander, right? Just tell us. The Dragon King… the Dragon King will save you.”

”Answer him,” that voice ordered. Han Fen hurriedly raised her head and said, ”No, no. Wild… Immortal Peng didn't betray the Master Commander. The Master Commander is really… very busy.” Han Fen drawled as she spoke, trying her best to convey the information that she didn't dare express directly.

But Gu Shenwei only became even more confused. It seemed that Lotus wasn't in danger. Otherwise, Han Fen would have risked her neck to ask him for help in public. But the hidden information that she was trying to tell him was too obscure, and he couldn't pinpoint any of the clues at all.

Besides, Lotus liked Han Fen very much. Why would she order her to have a kung fu competition with Wild Horse? It was basically a suicide mission for her.

”Hah. Right there, Wild Horse. Han Fen is clearly under your-” Shangguan Hong was in the middle of the sentence when the Dragon King made his move.

Gu Shenwei had been contemplating previously and Shangguan Hong was caught off guard. Even if he was vigilant the whole time, he couldn't have anticipated the Dragon King's move either.

With a cry, Shangguan Hong was thrown away, and he landed on an old tree and then fell onto thick snow. Then some snow on the tree fell onto his head and almost buried him.

”I won. The second task is finished,” Gu Shenwei put an end to the argument in this way.

Somehow Han Fen felt that the scene of Shangguan Hong being buried in snow was extremely funny, so she burst into laughter. The longer she laughed, the harder it was for her to stop. She clutched her belly and said, ”Ha-ha, Dragon King… You're… so naughty. Ha-ha, is he dead?”

Shangguan Hong jumped out of the snow with a thud with the soft sword in his hand, glaring at the Dragon King.

Han Fen was out of breath due to laughing too hard. ”You still refuse to admit defeat? Dragon King, make him into an even bigger snowman.”

This remark of Han Fen's didn't have any redundant connotation, but light suddenly dawned on Shangguan Hong. He lowered his sword right away and said, ”I lost. I admit defeat. There's no need to have a kung fu competition. The Dragon King has finished the second task.”

This time the voice behind Wild Horse fell silent. He wanted to see the Dragon King's Death Scripture Swordsmanship but his plan of his hadn't worked out.

Gu Shenwei sighed secretly. If the one who was abducted had been Lotus, or even Nie Zeng or Tie Linglong, they would have understood his signal and launched an attack on Wild Horse the moment he made his move. Gu Shenwei had prepared himself for a fight only to find that Han Fen had merely laughed the whole time. She had already forgotten that she was the one who was going to have a kung fu competition with ”Immortal Peng” next.

Wild Horse raised the sword in his hand. He had been using a saber for many years, but the way he held the sword made him seem like an experienced swordsman who had been using a sword for many years.

Han Fen turned around and looked at the sword in her hand, ”Can I give up as well?”

That voice didn't answer. Knowing this was a refusal, Han Fen regretfully said, ”If only I were the one who made the first move.”

Wild Horse was indeed waiting for her to make the first move. He had given up on his killer's habit of striking first.

Han Fen wielded her sword pretentiously. ”Just so you know, if I die, you must deliver my body to the Master Commander as soon as possible. She knows how to handle it. You don't.”

That voice still didn't reply.

”Or you can give my body to the Dragon King if you have to. He won't be able to deal with it as well as the Master Commander, but it's better than my body being kept intact.”

Since he no longer had to fight the Dragon King, Shangguan Hong had become much more relaxed, thinking, 'The disciples of the Waning Moon Hall are indeed all lunatics. She actually thinks that keeping her body intact is a bad thing.”

”Make your move,” that voice ordered. Clearly, he was bored with Han Fen's nagging.

Holding her sword, Han Fen was dithering about. Having noticed that she was hiding her left hand in the sleeve, Gu Shenwei knew she had decided to fight the opponent with the secret arts of the Waning Moon Hall, which she was best at.

There had been a moment when Gu Shenwei had almost stepped forward and directly started a swordsmanship competition with Wild Horse. But he had soon given up on this thought, since he was not a hero, and neither was he Han Fen's master. It was not his place to save her, and there was also no need for him to do so. The only acceptable way for him of offer her help was to launch a sneak attack, but Han Fen had already wasted the opportunity that he had created for her.

'I mustn't be merciful,' Gu Shenwei reminded himself.

Some snow fell onto the ground from a tree. The Dragon King and Wild Horse turned around at the same time and glanced in the same direction.

Shangguan Hong was bewildered, but Han Fen felt that this was her only opportunity, so she dashed forward and thrust her sword at Wild Horse while she waved her left hand.

The tip of the blade was still two to three feet away from Wild Horse when Han Fen stopped attacking and retreated. She leaped over ten consecutive steps back, pointed at Wild Horse, and smugly said, ”Just fall down!”

But Wild Horse didn't fall down, still staring into the depths of the darkness.

Some light footsteps were heard. A teenager slowly walked closer to them. He was one of the swordsmen who had just had a swordsmanship competition with the Dragon King during which his thumb had been cut off. At this moment, he was covered in blood, staggering with blank eyes.

Facing the four people in front of him, he seemed to have seen nothing. He just kept shuffling forward aimlessly before falling to the ground with a thud.

His back was covered in blood as well.

Han Fen shrieked. She wasn't afraid of the dead body, and neither was she afraid of blood. However, she did fear the one who had killed this teenager.