In Zhu Xian, people start to rise from plundering entries

After a moment of deathly silence, a soft exclamation came from the dense forest to the side, as if surprised that the hidden weapon had been intercepted.

Immediately afterwards, several more whooshing sounds arose, this time not targeting a single point, but rather aimed at several vital points of Su Han and Bi Yao's lower body, at tricky angles, clearly intended to make it difficult for them to defend themselves from both ends.

"Hmph!" Biyao snorted coldly, flicked her wrist, and her longsword transformed into a screen of cold light, deflecting all the hidden weapons aimed at her with a few clanging sounds.

She moved nimbly, shifting half a step to the side while blocking, ensuring that her coordination with Su Han was perfectly smooth.

Su Han remained motionless, and with a flick of his other sleeve, a supple yet powerful force surged forth, deflecting or blasting away the hidden weapons aimed at him.

His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, was fixed on the direction from which the hidden weapon had originated, and he hissed:
"You cowardly coward, come out!"

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his fingers, which were holding the poison needle, and the pale blue needle, even faster than when it came, whistled back along the same path!

"puff!"

A muffled thud came from the dense forest, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

However, the attacks did not stop.

As if enraged by the casualties of their companions, more shadowy figures emerged from behind the trees and rocks, numbering as many as seven or eight. Each of them was dressed in gray, their faces indistinct, and they wielded poisoned short blades or oddly shaped weapons. They attacked silently, their movements swift and ruthless, their coordination impeccable, clearly those of well-trained assassins.

"Watch out, it's one of the 'Shadow Fiends'!"

Biyao recognized the origins of these assassins at a glance, her tone grave.

Shadow Fiends is a killer organization that operates in secrecy and is extremely difficult to deal with.

"Who cares who he is!"

A cold glint flashed in Su Han's eyes, and anger surged in his heart.

His sweet and intimate moment with Biyao was abruptly interrupted, and he was nearly ambushed, which enraged him.

He held nothing back, his figure shooting out like lightning, directly confronting the two assassins charging at the front.

He did not use any weapons; his bare hands were his most terrifying weapon.

The wind howled through his palms, carrying the force of thunder and lightning. A simple "Mountain Pushing Palm" move, when used by him, possessed the power to overwhelm mountains and seas.

The assassin who was first hit felt an irresistible force surge towards him. Before he could even thrust out his short blade, his chest caved in, and he was sent flying backward, spitting out blood. He crashed into his companion behind him, and the two of them rolled on the ground like gourds.

On Biyao's side, swords were also flashing.

Her swordsmanship was light and graceful, yet every move was deadly, like a dance under the moon, yet full of hidden dangers.

With each strike—pointing, stabbing, wiping, and flicking—the sword tip precisely targets the enemy's weakness. Often, the opponent only feels a blur before their eyes, and then a chill runs through their throat or heart, causing them to collapse to the ground.

Although she and Su Han hadn't had much time to work together, they were now cooperating perfectly. Su Han was fierce and powerful, while Bi Yao was agile and skillful. With one being forceful and the other unpredictable, they steadily blocked the attack of this group of elite assassins and even gained the upper hand.

The assassins clearly hadn't expected their target to be so formidable, especially this seemingly young man whose martial arts skills far exceeded their expectations.

But they were given a death order, and despite heavy casualties, they charged forward fearlessly, trying to exchange their lives for the wounded.

The battle was extremely fierce, with the sounds of weapons clashing constantly filling the air and the force of the impact sending grass, leaves, and pebbles flying everywhere.

Su Han punched a killer who was trying to flank Bi Yao, sending him flying. He then snatched the short blade from the killer's hand, threw it backhand, and pinned another approaching killer to the ground.

However, just as his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated, an extremely dim blade of light, almost blending into the shadows, silently attacked from the blind spot of his vision, aiming straight for his back!
The timing of this strike was incredibly precise, occurring precisely at the instant Su Han's aura shifted. Moreover, the attacker's skill in concealing his presence was exceptional; the chilling killing intent only erupted when the blade touched his body! "Su Han!"

Although Biyao was facing a direct enemy, she kept an eye on Su Han out of the corner of her eye. When she saw this, she turned pale and cried out in alarm. She wanted to help, but it was too late.

Su Han also felt the bone-chilling cold. Startled, he twisted his body with all his might, but the slash was too cunning and there was no way to avoid it!
At this critical moment——

"Qiang!"

A clear and melodious sword cry, like the cry of a phoenix, seemed to come from beyond the heavens!

Immediately afterwards, a chilling white sword aura arrived first, like a cascading Milky Way, striking the sneak attacking shadowy blade with perfect precision!
A crisp, metallic clang rang out!

The shadowy blade of light shattered instantly, like ice and snow meeting the sun!

The assassin wielding the short knife revealed himself to be a gaunt old man, his face filled with utter horror. His tiger's mouth was split open, and he was sent flying backward by the terrifying power contained in the white sword energy. Even in mid-air, he was already spitting out blood.

A white figure, like a fleeting glimpse of a swan or a fairy under the moon, gracefully landed between Su Han and the assassin.

The newcomer was tall and imposing, dressed in white, and held a sky-blue immortal sword. The sword shimmered with light and exuded a chilling aura.

With her back to Su Han, her face frosty, her cold gaze swept over the remaining assassins. An invisible killing intent instantly enveloped the entire area, making even the ruthless Shadow Fiend members feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their movements involuntarily freezing.

"Junior Sister Lu?"

Su Han looked at the familiar figure and exclaimed in surprise and delight.

The person who arrived was Lu Xueqi.

She didn't turn around, but coldly looked at the assassins. Her lips parted slightly, and her voice, like pearls falling on a jade plate, carried an undeniable authority and icy coldness:

"Get out or die."

The remaining assassins exchanged glances, and each saw fear in the other's eyes.

The mission target had such powerful reinforcements by his side, whose strength was unfathomable. The three of them were no match for them.

The elderly man at the head of the group struggled to his feet, glared venomously at Lu Xueqi, then at Su Han, and said hoarsely:

"withdraw!"

Before the words were even finished, the group of people flashed and disappeared into the dense forest, not even bothering to collect the bodies of their companions.

The assassins retreated, and the meadow returned to silence, leaving only a few corpses, the lingering stench of blood, and the deep ravines carved by sword energy, telling the story of the fierce battle that had just taken place.

Lu Xueqi then slowly turned around.

Sunlight shone on her exquisitely beautiful face, which remained as fair as ever. However, upon closer inspection, one could see that her delicate jawline was taut, and her knuckles gripping the Heavenly Sword were slightly white from the force. Her bright eyes quickly scanned Su Han from head to toe, confirming that apart from his slightly disheveled clothes and somewhat rapid breathing, he had no obvious injuries.

At this moment, the taut strings of my heart finally relaxed quietly.

However, the moment of release brought not peace, but an emotional surge like a flood bursting its banks, a surge of emotions that had been suppressed for too long.

She remembered the all-consuming darkness in the Dripping Blood Cave, and the heart-wrenching despair and helplessness she felt watching him being swept into the black hole on the merciless beach.

For countless days and nights, she believed he had long since perished; the emptiness and coldness of that loss almost froze her Dao heart. (End of Chapter)