Chapter 1493: Chapter 163: The Mad Grim Reaper
The Guard Captain received the Command Arrow respectfully and said, "Yes, my lord Governor." After speaking, he turned and quickly left.
"Master, please don’t be angry for now; your health is more important. Don’t worry, with so many guards in the mansion, they’ll surely catch that brazen thief." Speaking was an elegantly dressed elderly woman—she was Governor Teirhaus’s original wife, the very same Lady Governor who had taken the girl away from Nino Small Town years ago.
Teirhaus said hatefully, "Rebellion! Truly rebellion! I’ve spent my entire life on the battlefield, yet I’ve never seen such an audacious thief. Once we catch him, I’ll tear him limb from limb; only then will I ease this hatred burning in my heart!"
Tiro and Rong Rong, moments after their passionate entanglement, lay intertwined on the large bed. Caressing Rong Rong’s silky, smooth skin, Tiro was intoxicated. When it came to skill in bed, Rong Rong was far superior to Tifya—her seductive allure was something Tifya could never compare to. Rong Rong combed her slightly disheveled golden locks and said coquettishly, "Ah Luo, don’t forget the promise you made to me, alright!"
Tiro replied flatteringly, "Relax, tomorrow morning I’ll talk to Grandma about it. Grandma adores me; she definitely won’t refuse me. After all, Tifya, that lowly woman, is just a pet Grandma adopted on a whim. Rong Rong, you were so wild earlier—I almost couldn’t handle it!"
Rong Rong threw Tiro a flirtatious glance and giggled, "Oh really? After all that fuss, you’re just a silver spear with a rotten tip—all show, no substance! One time and you’re spent? I still want more."
Tiro chuckled and said, "Haven’t you realized how skilled I am by now? Rong Rong, you know what men love hearing most from women?"
Rong Rong shook her head and said, "I don’t know. What’s that?"
Tiro squeezed Rong Rong’s ample chest and whispered, "I’ll tell you: what men love hearing most is when women say, ’I want.’"
Rong Rong hit Tiro lightly and said, "You’re so awful! So, by that logic, the thing men hate hearing most must be, ’I still want more.’ Well, I still want more! Come on!"
Seeing Rong Rong’s languidly alluring demeanor, Tiro’s lust surged. He lunged at her. Just as he was about to initiate a second round, the sound of commotion outside snapped him out of his lustful haze. Someone seemed to be shouting, "Assassin! Catch the assassin!" Crawling off Rong Rong, a flicker of astonishment passed through Tiro’s eyes as he muttered, "Assassin? Where would an assassin come from?"
Rong Rong sat up and wrapped her arms around Tiro’s neck, murmuring coyly, "Who cares? There are so many experts in your Governor’s Mansion; why should you fear a mere assassin? Besides, as a disciple of the Northern Sword Saint, what do you have to worry about? Come here." As she finished speaking, she pressed her lips against Tiro’s, pulling him back onto the bed. Driven by passion once more, Tiro embraced Rong Rong’s lithe figure. Just as he was about to penetrate, a sudden bang sounded—the door exploded into shards of wood, which were hurled toward the bed with a powerful gust.
Still a disciple of the Northern Sword Saint despite being engulfed in lust, Tiro retained some vigilance. At lightning speed, he yanked the nearby blanket and imbued it with Fire System qi force, aiming to block the incoming debris. In his mind, even the strongest surprise attack couldn’t pierce the combined defense of his firm yet supple energy. However, the reality unfolded differently. Most of the shards bypassed his barrier, turning the blanket into a honeycombed mess and piercing deeply into the bare skin of both Tiro and Rong Rong. Though the qi force had dulled the momentum, the fragments still penetrated several inches, eliciting anguished cries of pain from the couple.
A tall figure appeared in the now-destroyed doorway, its chilling murderous intent enveloping Tiro and Rong Rong. Illuminated by the moonlight outside the room, the intruder’s shadow exuded an eerie, sinister aura.
Tiro channeled energy through his body, forcing out the embedded shards. Despite the overwhelming pain, he grabbed a piece of clothing to cover himself and shouted in feigned bravery, "Who are you?"
Ah Dai looked coldly at the debased couple before him, his chest surging with murderous intent. He did not intend to end Tiro’s life too quickly, otherwise those shards would’ve killed them both already. Ah Dai wanted Tiro to endure the punishment he deserved. Squinting his eyes, he said flatly, "I am the Grim Reaper—the Grim Reaper here to harvest your sinful soul."
Tiro’s heart jolted in shock. He pushed the weeping Rong Rong behind him, allowing his crimson qi force to emanate outward. He finally saw Ah Dai’s face clearly and exclaimed in disbelief, "It’s you!"
Ah Dai nodded slightly and said, "Indeed, it’s me."
Tiro leapt from the bed and landed in front of it, shouting venomously, "What a stroke of luck! Boy, I’ve been searching for you for ages, and here you walk right into my hands. Die!" He had been humiliated by Ah Dai in Duru City before and had since held a grudge. Tiro had informed his senior brothers from the Skeleton Mercenary Group and sent people everywhere to hunt Ah Dai down, though they had never succeeded. Now, seeing the man who had shamed him standing before him, his desire to kill surged uncontrollably. With a roar, he unleashed a punch toward Ah Dai, the air immediately heating up as a dark-red aura shot straight at Ah Dai’s chest. In his rage, however, he forgot one crucial detail—this unassuming youth standing before him had once bested him in combat.
Ah Dai casually waved a hand, and with a flash of silver, Tiro’s full-strength Fire System attack dissipated into nothingness. "Tiro," said Ah Dai grimly, "don’t fret—I’ll grant your wishes." Moving forward in a glide-like motion, the crystalline, silver Energy Blade gleamed as it slashed toward Tiro. In that instant, Tiro felt as though all the air had been stripped away from around him; his body was frozen in place, immobile. Panic-stricken, he desperately pushed his qi force to the limit in an attempt to ward off Ah Dai’s strike. But against the sixth-stage Silver Solid Energy Blade, even Sword Saint Level masters dared not take it head-on—let alone someone like Tiro. Like a specter of light, the blade vanished in a blink, and Tiro felt a chill on his left shoulder as though something had erupted from within him. The numbness and cold quickly gave way to excruciating pain, which obliterated his senses. "Ah——!" A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the room as Tiro’s eyes widened in terror—his left arm had been severed completely.
