Passing over the long bridge that connected the Jun archipelago with the mainland, Zhang Wei and Mao Yun tensed, knowing their enemies could attack at any mont.
"Young Master, be careful. The enemies might attack at any ti," Mao Yun reminded Jun Wu in a grave voice.
"I’m waiting..." Jun Wu grinned, unfazed by the imminent threat.
He was not worried about the enemies; it was quite the opposite. He was expecting them, a wicked grin plastered on his face.
Inside the carriage, he had been busy creating another formation. Apart from his ability to instantly cast a formation, he was preparing a new surprise for his enemies.
The carriage traveled quietly for another ten minutes before fifty n in black appeared, blocking their path.
"Hand over the Young Master, and we’ll spare your lives," a rough voice shouted.
"Enough with the nonsense. Let’s fight and see who keeps their lives," Zhang Wei, hot-tempered, imdiately jumped off his horse.
"Humph! Fool."
"Attack!"
The fifty n rushed forward, unsheathing their weapons, eyes filled with killing intent.
Their mission was clear: kill everyone, leaving none alive.
Zhang Wei sneered at the Second-Rate Martial Artist leading the group and brandished his saber.
"Die!" he shouted.
Ahhh!
Instantly, agonized screams filled the quiet road. Each of Zhang Wei’s strikes harvested the lives of the assassins.
"Your opponent is ..." their leader shouted, charging forward and swinging his sword.
"Shadowless Strike!"
The strike was swift, appearing before Zhang Wei in a blink. But Zhang Wei was ready.
"Viper Fang Saber!" he countered with a deadly saber strike.
Bang!
Hmm?
The assassin leader was stunned as he staggered back a few steps, his hand trembling under his robe.
He and Zhang Wei were First-Rated Martial Artists, but from the initial exchange, he realized his opponent was at the high stage, while he was at the interdiate stage.
’Damn!’ he cursed inwardly.
The battle had just gotten more difficult, but instead of fear, he grinned.
Unbeknownst to him, Zhang Wei followed up with more powerful saber strikes, quickly suppressing his opponent.
While Zhang Wei was busy with the assassin leader, so assassins charged toward the carriage.
The usually quiet Mao Yun took his spear and jumped off the carriage.
"Insignificant ants. Die."
He swung his spear, slicing through the nearest assassin, and his attacks didn’t stop as he continued to kill the assassins one by one.
Suddenly, a new group of assassins appeared behind the carriage, led by a First-Rated Martial Artist.
"Mao Yun, I told you before, serving Jun Chang would be your end," the First-Rated Martial Artist shouted.
"Shui Peng, don’t be so confident. Who dies has yet to be determined," Mao Yun responded, charging toward Shui Peng.
"Lunar Crescent!"
Shui Peng wasn’t intimidated by the incoming spear strike and t it head-on.
"Moonlit Blade!"
Bang!
A resounding echo filled the street as the two clashed. Though Mao Yun wasn’t as hot-tempered as Zhang Wei, his attacks were much more ruthless.
After only a few exchanges, Shui Peng had sustained a deep gash on his shoulder.
"You’ve gotten stronger!" Shui Peng exclaid as he dodged another deadly strike.
Mao Yun didn’t respond, instead continuing his relentless assault. While Zhang Wei fought the assassin leader, Jun Wu was left defenseless against the swarm of assassins.
Two n in black quickly rushed toward his carriage, eyes burning with killing intent. They planned to keep his two protectors busy while they finished him off.
When they pulled back the curtain, an enchanting woman gazed at them seductively.
Instantly, they swallowed lumps in their throats, their hearts racing, their mission montarily forgotten.
Who could see such a captivating seductress and still think of killing?
Slowly, they approached the naked woman, their little brothers responding enthusiastically. Just as they reached out to touch her, a sword materialized out of nowhere and sliced their throats cleanly.
Ahhh!
They clutched their necks and stumbled back, eyes filled with disbelief and confusion. They collapsed to the ground, never to rise again.
The remaining assassins, seeing the two n fall, were baffled. ’What happened?’
On the other hand, Shui Peng’s situation beca dire. He was covered in injuries from head to toe, barely clinging to life.
Watching the ambush fail, he wanted to cry, but there were no tears in his eyes.
Ah!
In the distance, a pained scream ca from Zhang Wei’s direction as he landed a deadly blow on his opponent.
Seeing the situation deteriorating, another group of assassins rushed toward the carriage, determined to complete the job.
Unfortunately for them, their fate was no different; they were all slaughtered.
Against Jun Wu’s Illusion Formation, they were like fish on the chopping board.
The few remaining n in black were now too frightened to approach the carriage, uncertain of what was killing their comrades inside.
Ahhh!
Shui Peng let out a miserable cry as a spear plunged deep into his chest. He looked at Mao Yun, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
This was supposed to be an easy mission; why had everything gone wrong?
Until the very end, he couldn’t understand what was killing his n inside the carriage.
With Shui Peng out of the way, the remaining Second-Rated Martial Artists trembled, abandoning any thought of continuing the mission as they tried to escape.
But there was no escape from a First-Rated Martial Artist. In less than ten seconds, Mao Yun killed them one by one.
At that mont, Zhang Wei ended his battle, killing his opponent.
"Is it over?" Jun Wu stepped out of the carriage.
He looked at the scattered corpses without a change in his expression. ’This is just the beginning,’ he thought inwardly.
"Young Master, how did you do it?" Mao Yun asked, intrigued.
"That’s a secret..." Jun Wu grinned, returning to his carriage. "Let’s go."
Mao Yun and Zhang Wei exchanged glances with newfound respect in their eyes. Their young master was more formidable than they had ever imagined.
Now that he had escaped the watchful eyes of his clan mbers, he could plan his future, find out who had poisoned him, and make them pay dearly.
Ten minutes later, a group arrived at the scene, shocked by the carnage, and was unable to find Jun Wu’s body.
"Damn! The mission failed."
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