CHAPTER 384: CHAPTER 367: I’LL DO IT MYSELF

The remaining Shadow Guards quickly followed, raising their swords and attacking Ye Wushang.

Ye Wushang swiftly drew the longsword embedded in the snow, hastily engaging in battle.

Having sustained internal injuries from his previous battle with Nangong Mo, and with Feng Xuan and his combat prowess far from ordinary, he was already at a disadvantage, facing them alone in battle.

However, Feng Xuan and the others mistakenly believed the wounds on Nangong Mo were inflicted by Ye Wushang, and were filled with murderous intent towards him, their techniques viciously determined, every strike intended to take his life.

Soon, Ye Wushang was struck by Feng Xuan’s sword, the wound on his right arm deep enough to reveal the bone.

Due to the sword injury on his right arm, his sword movements paused slightly, and in that instant, several more wounds appeared on his body.

Yet he seemed completely unconcerned, not even glancing at his injuries, indifferent to wounds or the possibility of losing his life, he continued like an emotionless, pain-free killing machine, advancing forward, focused solely on the kill.

With one man and one sword, he exerted all his strength to break through Feng Xuan and the others, aiming to kill Yun Ran, protected in Nangong Mo’s arms.

In the fierce battle, Xiange’s sword pierced Ye Wushang’s chest, the blade embedding nearly three inches deep.

Someone loudly shouted:

"Quick, kill him!"

Ye Wushang’s body froze, he lowered his head to look at the sword stuck in his chest, those clear glass-like eyes remained calm, in the next moment, he suddenly grasped the sword and forcibly pulled it out.

Blood splattered from the wound, falling onto the snow like blooming red plum blossoms in the wind and snow, though due to his dark clothing, one could hardly see how much blood dyed his body.

However, the blood flowing in his palm against his pale almost transparent skin was exceptionally shocking.

Even Xiange, accustomed to the cruelty of the battlefield, couldn’t help but be secretly alarmed: those top assassins in the rankings truly were reckless, ruthless to others and to themselves!

In that split-second, several smoke bombs shot forth like meteors from hidden places, exploding instantly in seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple smoke.

In the deeply dense forest during the night, without moonlight, vision was bleak, and with smoke billowing everywhere, sight was utterly obscured.

When the smoke dispersed and vision cleared again, Ye Wushang’s figure had already vanished.

"Damn it! He ran away!"

Someone was secretly resentful, gritting teeth in disappointment while another quickly rushed in front of Nangong Mo, looking at his blood-soaked white robe, feeling deep sadness and guilt inside, "Sir, let your subordinate take over!"

Having been loyal companions in life and death for many years, they naturally couldn’t bear seeing Nangong Mo, seriously injured and extremely weakened, holding Yun Ran down the difficult mountain path, with quite a long journey still ahead to the camp.

Yet just as a Shadow Guard extended his hand, Nangong Mo froze him with a chillingly fierce gaze, causing his hand to withdraw.

But seeing the shocking swath of red on his snowy white clothing, along with the wounds still continuously oozing blood, the Shadow Guard gritted his teeth, extending his hand once more, "Sir, you..."

"Step back! I’ll handle it myself!"

The man’s voice was cold as ice, resolute and forceful, exuding an undeniable authority.

Ultimately, the Shadow Guards followed Nangong Mo with extremely mixed emotions, watching him slowly yet determinedly carrying his girl step by step down the mountain.

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When Yun Ran awoke, dawn was breaking.