Chapter 1675: Chapter 1675: Number One on the Assassin Rankings
Because the Sword God Association gathered almost all the top experts of the Northern Federation, its collapse is tantamount to the collapse of martial arts in the Northern Federation!
All of this seemed predestined from the moment the Sword God fell.
In the future, the Northern Federation martial arts must endure at least thirty years of dark times, during which no person like the Sword God will appear again.
So pitiful, so lamentable!
But Chiba Sakurako, lying weakly in Ye Xuan’s arms, caught a trace of sigh in Ye Xuan’s eyes, and how could she not feel sorrow in her heart.
The Sword God Association was her father’s life’s work.
And now, it’s gone.
They say clearing out the sect, but after the purge, there’s only her left in the Sword God Association!
The Sword God Association has thoroughly become a thing of the past!
What is she, Chiba Sakurako, supposed to do now?
Even if she survives this difficulty, what should she do to continue living?
Chiba Sakurako had never felt so lost...
Suddenly, Ye Xuan’s footsteps halted.
Bang!
A resounding gunshot followed closely behind.
The gunshot shattered the silence of the scene.
In the distant forest, a flock of birds wailed.
A bullet capable of piercing anything flew through the air, mercilessly landing on Ye Xuan’s back.
Poof!
The bullet whistled out from Ye Xuan’s chest, bringing forth a gush of hot blood, instantly staining Chiba Sakurako’s chest red.
Time seemed to freeze.
Chiba Sakurako’s eyes filled with horror.
Ye Xuan’s mouth twisted, and a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs spilled out, dyeing Chiba Sakurako’s beautiful yet pale face red.
Chiba Sakurako hurriedly reached to cover Ye Xuan’s wound, exclaiming in panic: "Ye Xuan, how are you? There’s a sniper, there’s a sniper nearby!"
Ye Xuan gritted his teeth, not responding to Chiba Sakurako. Enduring immense pain, he stomped heavily on the ground, disappearing together with Chiba Sakurako from the spot.
...
Two kilometers away.
A sniper with an English face was lying prone, hiding on a large tree, holding a heavy sniper rifle.
Through the scope of the rifle, the sniper was about to shoot again, but noticed that the figure two kilometers away had suddenly vanished, causing him to be stupefied.
"Fuck!"
Coming to his senses, the sniper cursed: "This Black Emperor is too formidable; even after taking a shot from me, he can still run so fast!"
"Which direction did he run?" came a man’s voice from beneath the tree.
It turned out that under the tree, about thirty people were lurking, both men and women, mostly English faces, with a few black faces, all heavily armed, clearly professional combat elites.
And the man who spoke was an English man about two meters tall.
He was exceedingly handsome, with fair skin and beautiful features, eyes like the starry sky, deep and captivating. If you placed him in a crowd, a hundred women—or perhaps even one hundred and one—would love him.
Those who knew him were even more obsessed and yearning for him.
The world’s number one on the assassin list, the King of Assassins, Killing God!
In the Dark World, the only man who was as renowned as the Black Emperor!
The sniper furrowed his brow in thought, then said slowly: "His speed was too fast; even carrying someone, I could hardly see anything, only knew... he got shot!"
The Killing God standing under the tree smiled with interest and asked: "Where was he shot?"
"The chest," the sniper recalled and added: "It should be the left lung. Originally, that shot was aimed at his heart, but unfortunately he sensed it at the last moment, causing the bullet to deviate to a non-fatal position."
"Non-fatal as it may be, it’s still internal organs."
The Killing God squinted, murmuring thoughtfully: "He still doesn’t know who we are. Severely wounded, and taking a heavily injured woman, where should they hide to recover now?"
"Definitely not in the city."
The woman beside the Killing God said: "If they go to the city, it’ll be easy for us to find them. Only by going to an uninhabited place will it be hard for us to find them!"
The Killing God nodded.
The sniper on the tree also spoke, seemingly pondering: "Most of the surrounding area is plains, easy to see at a glance, not suitable for hiding and healing. If they don’t return to the city, the only possibility is the mountains ten kilometers away!"
"Oh, mountains?"
The Killing God touched his mouth, laughing coldly: "The world knows, the Black Emperor’s most adept tactic is jungle warfare; it seems they have most likely hidden in the mountains."
"Chase?"
Everyone looked towards the Killing God.
"Of course, we chase."
The Killing God chuckled twice, but before the laughter faded.
His figure had already vanished from where he stood.
Mysterious as ghosts, just like Ye Xuan!
The night was as dark as ink!
Ten kilometers from the Flower Sea, a towering and deep mountain stood, its forests dense enough to block out the sun; even the incessant fine rain could barely penetrate.
Consequently, the mountain was lacking in oxygen, with even wild beasts being extremely rare.
In the ultimate deathly stillness.
The wind suddenly rose fiercely!
It was actually a figure swiftly darting through this dense, shadowy forest, so fast that only the sound of the wind could be heard, with no sign of the figure itself.
To be precise, it should be two people.
One was barely clinging to life, held by the other...
Besides Ye Xuan and Chiba Sakurako, who else could it be?
Along the way, stains of blood were left behind.
It was unknown whether it was Ye Xuan’s blood or Chiba Sakurako’s blood.
Perhaps, it was both...
They dashed all the way, deep into the mountains!
Finally, Ye Xuan stumbled, carrying Chiba Sakurako into a natural cave.
"Ugh!"
Just after setting down Chiba Sakurako’s frail and weak body, Ye Xuan could no longer control himself, a mouthful of bright red blood spewing out.
By now, he was almost entirely covered in blood!
The gunshot wound on his chest was like a bursting dam, blood flowing out uncontrollably, the situation grim to the extreme!
Chiba Sakurako, seeing the alarming scene, was full of worry in her beautiful eyes: "Ye Xuan, how are you? Are you okay?"
For some reason, at some unknown time, Chiba Sakurako’s address for Ye Xuan had changed, from Mr. Ye Xuan to simply Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan waved his hand, gritting his teeth: "It’s not a fatal wound, you wait here for me for a while, I’ll go out and find some herbs."
"I’ll go with you!" Chiba Sakurako said urgently.
"Don’t be silly, I can’t carry you now." Ye Xuan waved his hand, and without waiting for Chiba Sakurako to speak again, he left the natural cave.
Chiba Sakurako, already exhausted, could only watch Ye Xuan leave, until the figure of the man who seemed like a War God disappeared completely from her sight.
In the cave, cold and dark.
Alone in this extremely silent and eerie environment, Chiba Sakurako couldn’t help but curl up into a ball, her heart tense and scared, like so many little girls afraid of the dark, not daring to make a sound, not even daring to breathe too deeply.
In the past, Chiba Sakurako wasn’t like this.
She is a samurai, a brave samurai.
She inherited the will of the Sword God!
But today, she didn’t know what was happening; as if when Ye Xuan left, the last bit of security in her heart vanished completely...
