“Screech—!” No words were exchanged. The group of men in black shared a quick look and charged directly with their blades raised.
Qiu Tong’s eyes sharpened with cold intent. She leaped into the air, narrowly dodging a massive blade aimed straight for her. Her footwork was incredibly swift, her positioning precise; every time the men in black were about to reach her, she evaded them by a hair’s breadth.
“Clang!!” A long sword tore through the air.
A cold glint flashed in Qiu Tong’s pupils. Perfect timing!
She tapped her toes lightly against the ground, flipped backward through the air, and curled her body to dodge the cold steel. Simultaneously, she fired five silver needles from her hand—faster than a bolt of lightning!
With a dull thud, a man collapsed to the ground in the blink of an eye, his breath gone.
Song Xizhi clapped his hands in praise. “Excellent martial arts!” This display of Qinggong (lightness skill) was truly peerless and exquisite.
“Ignore her! Kill the target!” the leader of the black-clad men signaled.
Not good! Qiu Tong thought.
She tried to dash toward Song Xizhi’s side, but several dark figures instantly blocked her path. They were pinning her down!
Qiu Tong was furious. She let her silver needles fly, but while her lightness and hidden weapon skills were top-tier, her hand-to-hand combat wasn’t as strong. These men were all elite warriors, and for a moment, they were locked in a stalemate.
The girl is tied up! Now’s our chance! The leader rejoiced.
“Go!”
As the command fell, dozens of figures lunged toward Song Xizhi simultaneously. Even from several yards away, the sheer force of the wind from their movement could be felt on one’s face.
Song Xizhi closed his eyes.
Closing his eyes? Has he given up? What is Song Xizhi doing?! Qiu Tong grit her teeth. He couldn’t die!
She grazed past a blade stabbing from behind, a short sword sliding into her hand. With a backhand slash, a long gash burst open across an attacker’s chest, exposing flesh and blood. Squelch— another sword wound pierced a chest, and the man fell.
Qiu Tong gathered her inner energy, pushing her Qinggong to its absolute limit.
Now!
Clang! Her sword collided with a black-clad man’s blade. She had blocked it!
Qiu Tong let out a sigh of relief—
However, her smile froze instantly. Looking at the cold light appearing behind Song Xizhi, Qiu Tong’s face turned as pale as paper. That was—!
The true killing move! The true assassin!
Coming without a shadow, leaving without a trace, running as fast as the wind—he was known as “Wind-like Swiftness.” That was the world’s premier Qinggong. Compared to this person, Qiu Tong’s previous ease was a joke.
And what was that cold glimmer? It was a phantom!
His sword was so fast that the human eye couldn’t even track it. By the time you could see that single point of cold light, his blade was already touching your throat.
Qiu Tong froze, her pupils dilating.
A top-tier assassin, a top-tier lightness skill! Song Xizhi had no way to dodge, no way to escape!