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"War God Murong, War God Lieyang, the Goddess Pavilion is here to provide support!"

Just then, a delicate shout rang out.

Yu Ji from the Goddess Pavilion led hundreds of her subordinates to rush over.

"You think you can ruin our plans with just the Goddess Pavilion?" The Assassin Alliance immediately dispatched a group of people to engage them.

Murong Bingyun's heart stirred.

Upon seeing the people from the Goddess Pavilion, I immediately thought of one particular guy.

But after a quick glance, I couldn't find him anywhere.

It seems he's not coming!

Haha, it's good that you didn't come.

That guy is all talk and no action; if he came to help, he'd be dead before he even knew it.

While the Goddess Pavilion is quite strong, it is ultimately facing a top-tier overseas team.

Even with their best efforts, they couldn't break through the encirclement to rescue the enemy.

This has resulted in Murong Bingyun and Feng Lieyang remaining in a difficult situation.

puff!

The blade slashed across Feng Lieyang's back, leaving a gruesome, centipede-like wound.

Feng Lieyang froze, then used his backhand to deflect the blade, his aura weakening as well.

puff!

Another blade pierced Murong Bingyun's arm.

Murong Bingyun let out a muffled groan, flipped her wrist, and used her short blade to deflect the attack.

Because of exhaustion, my joints were trembling slightly.

Their living space shrank further and further.

The Assassin Alliance and its members, like wolves and tigers, pounced with increasing ferocity.

Feng Lieyang was covered in blood, his lips pale: "Bingyun, it looks like we really aren't going to leave today!"

"I never imagined I'd die in Jiangcheng instead of on the battlefield. I'm not reconciled!"

"If you're not willing to give up, then hold on!" Murong Bingyun gritted her teeth. "Don't give up until the very last moment! Perhaps, there's still hope!"

"Hope? What a pipe dream!" The chilling killing intent whispered like a nightmare in the dead of night.

Splash!

Black iron chains soared, like a dozen cunning and venomous black snakes, engulfing everything in their path.

Feng Lieyang's hands were bound once again.

Seeing this, Murong Bingyun tried to help, but her feet were entangled by a red garment, preventing her from advancing an inch.

Even in that brief moment, her hands and feet were tightly bound by several black iron chains.

"Bingyun, watch out!" Feng Lieyang roared, attempting to break free of his restraints.

However, the black scythe silently attacked, heading straight for his vital points.

At the same time, the four members of the Storm Mercenary team brandished their broadswords and slashed at Murong Bingyun.

"Murong War God, you'd better die first!"

Four large swords, gleaming with sharp blades.

Three of them locked onto Murong Bingyun's vital points.

The other sword was aimed directly at Murong Bingyun's forehead.

"don't want!"

Feng Lieyang's pupils contracted, and his voice became hoarse and strained.

Murong Bingyun raised her eyes, a resolute determination to die welling up in her heart.

Did they ultimately fail to hold on until the end?

But she didn't want to die.

She still has many things she wants to do.

Whether it's seeking justice for her lost sister or dealing with her own life, she seems to have failed miserably.

Now, however, they are about to become victims of the knife.

Regret and resentment welled up from the bottom of my heart, and tears involuntarily welled up in my eyes.

sizzle...

Suddenly, the communicator on Feng Lieyang's body started making interference noise.

Immediately afterwards, a slightly deep voice rang out: "Dragon Head, take your position!"

What?!

Dragon Head, he's here?!

boom!

The next moment, an invisible aura, like a surging wave, instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.

Like a tsunami, it created an absolute crushing force, yet it was so quiet.

It was as if time itself had stood still, and everyone stopped moving.

Even the crimson blood and dust that filled the air seemed to freeze in time!

Buzz buzz buzz!

The greatsword aimed at Murong Bingyun suddenly stopped just half a centimeter away from her.

No matter how much force you apply, you can't push it down even a fraction of an inch.

Instead, it hummed and vibrated, as if being acted upon by a counterforce.

Click!

Finally, the large sword could no longer hold on.

It shattered into pieces like a broken egg, instantly turning into fragments scattered on the ground.

boom!

A figure, like a thunderbolt, crashed heavily into the center of the battlefield.

The energy it generated created a ripple of air that rolled in all directions, breaking the stillness.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh..."

Dust flew everywhere, and people and horses were thrown about.

The Assassin Guild and the other attackers were sent flying backward in all directions under such a fierce impact.

The screams were accompanied by gushing blood, and several people died on the spot.

"How could that be?"

"Shit, what on earth is going on?"

"Could it be the legendary Dragon Head? Impossible, this can't be... The Dragon Head hasn't appeared for a long time..."

The Assassin Alliance and the others all wore expressions of utter astonishment, their eyes fixed on the figure.

As the dust settled slightly, a cynical face and a somewhat thin physique slowly came into view.

"It's him?!"

"Oh my god, how could it be him?"

Many people in the team are unfamiliar with this face.

But there were a few people from the Assassin's Guild whom he knew all too well.

Because they had dealt with each other several times before, and each time they had suffered a setback at the hands of the other party.

"It's...it's you?!" The Thousand-Faced Silver Fox gaped, his face filled with disbelief.

Eileen rubbed her eyes hard, even thinking she was seeing things.

Shuke was even more enraged: "Damn it, so you're the Dragon Head! No wonder, no wonder we've failed time and time again, I should have known, you idiot!"

Murong Bingyun, who had already prepared herself for death, suddenly opened her eyes at this moment.

She stared intently at the figure, her entire body frozen in place.

Many scenes flashed through my mind like a movie.

It made her suddenly understand something, and her heart became incredibly complicated.

"Chen, Chen Huo?!" Feng Lieyang was equally astonished.

However, his reaction was clearly much better than the others.

Because he was the only one who had fought Chen Huo one-on-one and knew Chen Huo's strength.

"Hahahaha, I never expected this, I really never expected this... So, Young Master Chen is actually the famous Dragon Head!"

Instead, Feng Lieyang felt a surge of wild joy.

It's important to understand that the Dragon Head has always been a figure revered by everyone in the military camp.

It was an honor for him to fight against the Dragon Head.

As for losing to the Dragon Head, isn't that only to be expected?

"Sorry, something went wrong, I'm a little late!" Chen Huo coughed and lightly dusted off the corner of his clothes. "You guys rest first, leave the rest to me!"

"Shit, so what if you're the Dragon Head? I don't believe you can change anything by yourself!" The four Storm Mercenaries, enraged, launched the first attack, wielding their broadswords and slashing at him.

Clang!

Without even looking up, Chen Huo lifted two fingers to clamp the blade, then snapped it.

It felt like taking a leisurely stroll, picking flowers and leaves.