Heaven's Silence Chapter 74 – You can't take anyone away

Wu Jiu wasn't entirely wrong.

If A Shui hadn't thrown away the knife in her hand, she would still have been defeated by Wu Jiu when her old wound flared up.

But her defeat wouldn't have been so passive.

With a weapon in hand, Wu Jiu's earlier dragonfly-touch sword strike wouldn't have seriously injured her.

Wu Jiu stood before A Shui, holding the Unsharpened Sword amidst the falling snow, wielding it as if it weighed nothing. His sword fell once more, executing the dragonfly-touch technique again.

The falling snowflakes seed to deliberately avoid this heavy strike, blown away by the slow yet resolute killing intent, as a thousand-pound force traveled from his feet to the sword tip, silently aiming a lethal blow at A Shui's heart.

If this strike landed, he would beco as wealthy as a prince, his achievents earning him a place in the Feng Banner, with endless prospects ahead.

But in the split second between life and death, another terrifying killing intent exploded from inside the door like a thunderclap.

A hatchet broke through the door, extinguishing the candlelight inside the room at the sa ti.

In the darkness, sothing flickered, sharp with moonlight, becoming a cold gleam cutting through the snow.

In this extre cold darkness, Wu Jiu saw flas.

Flas piercing through water.

Even he hadn't anticipated this strike.

Instinctively, he thought it was a sword, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a knife.

Wu Jiu's face remained calm as he retracted his sword to block. At the mont the hatchet clashed with the Unsharpened Sword, the knife turned back into a sword.

A look of surprise flashed across his face.

In the next mont, the hatchet let out a mournful cry, shattering completely into pieces of iron, falling to the ground along with the snowflakes.

The sound of clinking echoed as blood slowly seeped from Wu Jiu's shoulder, who stood before Wen Chaoshen, his shoulder drooping, the hand holding the Unsharpened Sword trembling uncontrollably.

"What a powerful sword."

Wu Jiu praised, switching the Unsharpened Sword to his left hand.

"Unfortunately, your weapon is lacking. You're not like her; ordinary weapons don't work well in your hands."

"Otherwise, with that strike just now, even if I didn't die, I wouldn't be able to fight anymore."

Wen Chaoshen breathed in the cold of the wind and snow, his mind blank.

In that mont, he only thought of saving soone.

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In a single thought, he seed to have found that exquisite feeling again, the feeling he had when he fell into the deep sea from the floating boat, pierced by a sword flying through the flas.

But after the strike, his weapon shattered, while the enemy still stood.

Wu Jiu was right; his sword wasn't sharp enough, and his weapon wasn't good enough.

The opponent, capable of injuring A Shui like this, was at least at the Dragon Chant Realm, or even stronger. Such a person could theoretically kill him with a single finger, yet now, he had almost been killed by one of his strikes.

Even Wen Chaoshen himself hadn't expected to cripple one of Wu Jiu's arms.

Such an illogical event occurred at the most inopportune mont.

Wu Jiu stared at Wen Chaoshen and said:

"The sword on the ground is also mine, forged by a master. It's a good sword."

"Pick it up, and let's fight again."

Wen Chaoshen, who was ready to die, heard Wu Jiu's words, and a glimr of light flashed in his eyes. Although he knew he probably couldn't replicate that stunning strike, how could he easily give up this last chance at life?

Without hesitation, Wen Chaoshen picked up the sharp longsword from the ground.

As he held it, the cold seeped from his palm into his internal organs.

"What a heavy killing intent."

"How many people has this sword killed?"

Wen Chaoshen asked.

Wu Jiu was straightforward, not attacking Wen Chaoshen while he bent to pick up the sword. He could see at a glance that Wen Chaoshen was an ordinary person without a dantian, but he couldn't understand how such a person could wield a knife to unleash such a terrifying strike.

"I can't rember. Before I beca famous, I killed many people to make a living."

"Most were insignificant people in the Martial World. I don't rember their nas or their lives."

"But if you ask how many experts this sword has killed, I can rember."

"Above the Dragon Chant Realm, thirty-seven people."

Unlike most cold-blooded killers, Wu Jiu seed to enjoy chatting with people.

Even if the person was about to beco a dead man.

Seeing Wen Chaoshen standing before him with the sword, Wu Jiu asked:

"Can you still use that strike from before?"

Wen Chaoshen took a deep breath, forcing himself to clear his mind, gripping the cold longsword tightly, and replied:

"I'll try."

Wu Jiu nodded, lightly raising the Unsharpened Sword in his left hand. Just as he was about to strike, the sound of footsteps crushing dry branches suddenly reached his ears.

Creak—

In such a silent environnt, the sudden sound was jarringly loud.

Wu Jiu frowned, glancing towards the courtyard entrance, seeing a woman in a light blue velvet dress standing at the doorway, her gaze coldly fixed on him.

"Staying up in the middle of the night, so many of you gathered here, performing so ritual?"

"My husband just went to sleep not long ago, get out quickly, don't disturb his peaceful dreams."

Wu Jiu exchanged a glance with her, suddenly realizing that the killers outside the courtyard had been silently dealt with.

"Apologies, Madam, we won't take much longer."

"Once tonight's matter is resolved, we'll clean up here."

He didn't want any complications.

The woman before him exuded an abyss-like aura, her cultivation unfathomable, not soone to provoke easily.

However, Madam Lü seed unwilling to let it go.

She didn't retreat a step, even advancing:

"Too much talking."

"If you're not leaving, then none of you will."

With that, she waved her sleeve, sending out a flurry of snow, the terrifying power of her dantian surging like a true dragon, turning the snowflakes and gusts into a deadly torrent.

Poof!

So of the nearest killers didn't even have ti to react before their bodies were reduced to bloodied bones by the torrent, their protective qi destroyed in an instant, even their weapons in hand rapidly deteriorating under the onslaught of wind and snow...

The scene was incredibly horrifying, not just for Wen Chaoshen, but even for many seasoned assassins who had never witnessed such a technique, their scalps tingling as they quickly fled, avoiding the area covered by the torrent of wind and snow.

Wu Jiu's brow furrowed tightly, facing the incoming torrent, his toes lightly tapping, the Unsharpened Sword drawing a circle in the air, the intense sword energy barely dispersing the oncoming torrent of wind and snow.

With this strike, he roughly gauged the opponent's strength, but the golden opportunity right before him, Wu Jiu didn't want to waste. He turned, flashing to A Shui's side, intending to take her away.

"You can't take her."

"You can't take anyone."

Madam Lü spoke again.

This ti, the voice ca from right behind Wu Jiu!

His pupils contracted sharply.

Turning his head again, Madam Lü's slender index finger was already touching his brow.

It was the glacier that crossed the winter and wasteland, nurturing the most primal cold.

A simple touch, marking the end of his life.