Chapter 63: The Shadow of Assassination Approaches

“Mengyao!”

Jun Wushuang’s face changed dramatically. He quickly took out a healing pill and helped Lin Mengyao stop the bleeding.

But Lin Mengyao’s injuries were too severe, and the cold arrow was coated in deadly poison, causing her to fall unconscious immediately.

“Heaven-Devouring Devil Art!”

Jun Wushuang activated his Heaven-Devouring Devil Art, drawing the poison out from Lin Mengyao’s body.

Whoosh!

At that very moment, a second cold arrow shot out from the darkness, aimed straight at Jun Wushuang.

The enemy was targeting him!

Cradling Lin Mengyao, Jun Wushuang retreated swiftly, narrowly avoiding the arrow.

He placed Lin Mengyao in a safe corner, then, without hesitation, drew his Asura Demon Blade.

“You dared harm Mengyao—I’ll have your life!”

Jun Wushuang let out a beast-like roar and charged toward the direction from which the cold arrow was fired.

His pupils contracted suddenly.

Blood surged in his mind.

An uncontrollable murderous intent erupted from within Jun Wushuang.

Lin Mengyao was not only his maid, but the woman he loved most.

This time, he had risked his own body to shield her from the arrow.

How could Jun Wushuang not be furious?

Whoever the culprit was, they had to die.

“Life-Bound Divine Technique: Violet Demon Eyes!”

Jun Wushuang quickly unleashed his innate divine power, and a layer of violet brilliance covered his pupils.

“Zhao Qiming!”

Jun Wushuang snarled, recognizing the familiar figure lurking in the darkness.

The assailant was none other than Zhao Qiming, once a silver-ranked instructor at the Royal Martial Academy.

Yet he had been expelled.

No longer a silver-ranked instructor.

Precisely because of this, he bore a deep grudge against Jun Wushuang.

He had come today specifically to ambush Jun Wushuang, seeking vengeance.

“You little bastard, lucky for you someone was willing to take the arrow for you.”

“But tonight, you’re dead. Not even the King of Heaven could save you.”

“A mere country bumpkin, not only did you slap me in public, you cost me my position as a silver-ranked instructor. Who do you think you are, daring to challenge me? Tonight, I’ll skin you, tear out your tendons, and slice you into a thousand pieces!”

Zhao Qiming’s facial features twisted, his eyes burning with feverish rage.

He gripped a repeating crossbow, and the remaining seven cold arrows fired simultaneously, targeting Jun Wushuang’s throat, heart, and other vital points.

“Slash!”

Jun Wushuang swung his blade, the blood-red aura severing all seven arrows.

Before the Violet Demon Eyes, any hidden weapon was useless.

“A mere Manifestation Realm cultivator—without the Command of the South Suppressing King, you’re nothing. Killing you is like squashing a bug.”

Zhao Qiming discarded the crossbow, reached for a Wind-Slashing Treasure Blade, and gathered his spiritual energy, slashing directly at Jun Wushuang.

He was a Heaven-Realm expert, two levels above Jun Wushuang.

Even with divine forbidden arts, Jun Wushuang was no match.

“Sword Talisman!”

Jun Wushuang’s eyes were bloodshot, his murderous intent raging. He did not hesitate to take out the sword talisman gifted by Mo Xingyun.

Half its power had been expended against Nangong Qing, but the remainder was enough to kill Zhao Qiming.

Whoosh!

A scent of wine filled the air, sword energy surged like a dragon.

Zhao Qiming’s pupils contracted; he felt an intense sense of danger.

“Thunder-Light Treasure Armor!”

Zhao Qiming reacted swiftly, producing his life-saving treasure.

Sss!

The wine-infused sword energy tore through the skies, precisely striking the Thunder-Light Treasure Armor. The mid-grade defensive artifact was cleaved apart.

Zhao Qiming was sent flying, coughing up blood as he hit the ground.

The Thunder-Light Treasure Armor absorbed most of the sword energy, but Zhao Qiming was still gravely wounded.

A bloody sword mark appeared on his chest, nearly splitting him in two.

Though Zhao Qiming survived, his injuries were severe; his strength plummeted, leaving him with only Sea of Spirits-level power.

“Damn brat!”

Zhao Qiming, burning with fury, gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand.

No matter the cost, he was determined to kill Jun Wushuang tonight.

“Spiritual Martial Technique: Wild Blade—Slashing Thought!”

A surge of spiritual power burst from Zhao Qiming’s sea of consciousness.

So intense was his mental energy that it warped and vibrated the air.

Invisible spiritual power condensed into a blade, cleaving through heaven and earth, slashing at Jun Wushuang.

“You’re just a Manifestation Realm cultivator, your sea of consciousness unopened. Let’s see how you withstand my spiritual martial technique.”

“I’ll not only turn you into an idiot, I’ll annihilate your soul. You’ll learn what it means to cross me!”

Zhao Qiming roared, hate blazing.

“Divine Forbidden Art: Asura Transformation!”

Jun Wushuang’s pupils instantly turned blood-red, like two crimson oceans.

His blood-red hair whipped about, terrifying killing intent condensed into a bloody glow, enveloping him.

Behind him, visions of mountains of corpses and seas of blood appeared, making him seem a demonic god incarnate.

“Kill!”

Jun Wushuang roared, murderous aura surging.

The bloody glow formed a peerless demonic blade, slashing forcefully, breaking Zhao Qiming’s spiritual martial technique.

“Ah!”

Zhao Qiming suffered backlash, screaming in agony.

Jun Wushuang now charged forward.

He became a streak of blood-red lightning, piercing the darkness with unimaginable speed, arriving before Zhao Qiming in an instant.

“Mengyao is my forbidden scale! You dared hurt her—I’ll tear you to pieces!”

Jun Wushuang gripped the Asura Demon Blade, killing intent soaring, as if possessed by the god of slaughter. Zhao Qiming shuddered, feeling as though death itself approached.

“Profound-Level High Martial Technique: Autumn Leaves in the Wind Slash!”

Zhao Qiming, driven to desperation, attacked with all his might, slashing with his blade.

This strike was full force—he held nothing back.

But with his grave injuries, his power had dwindled.

Jun Wushuang, empowered by the divine forbidden art, had grown far stronger.

The gap between them had been bridged.

Crack!

Zhao Qiming’s Wind-Slashing Treasure Blade met Jun Wushuang’s Asura Demon Blade and couldn’t withstand the blow, splitting in two instantly.

The blood-stained, razor-sharp Asura Demon Blade pressed on, slashing down relentlessly.

Splurt!

Blood sprayed everywhere.

Zhao Qiming’s right arm was severed, blood pouring out.

“Ahhh! My hand! You actually cut off my arm—I’ll kill you!”

Zhao Qiming shrieked, unleashing his spiritual energy in a desperate burst.

“Asura Single Slash!”

Jun Wushuang’s eyes blazed with murderous rage, like an enraged Asura.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

He must slay Zhao Qiming and avenge Lin Mengyao!

Splurt!

Zhao Qiming’s left arm was also severed in a single blow, blood spraying, the scene unbearable to witness.

“You little bastard, I’ll drag you to hell with me!”

Zhao Qiming roared, his spiritual energy surging, attempting to self-destruct.

Swish!

Jun Wushuang, undeterred, slashed again, severing Zhao Qiming’s legs, plunging him into agony and halting his self-destruction.

“Die!”

With a final, furious slash, Jun Wushuang decapitated Zhao Qiming.

Zhao Qiming was dead.

He had been utterly destroyed by Jun Wushuang, his corpse mutilated beyond recognition.

“Mengyao!”

With the battle over, Jun Wushuang dispelled the forbidden art and returned to normal, hurrying toward Lin Mengyao.

Clap, clap, clap!

Just then, a round of applause rang out.

“As expected of Jun Wushuang—even Zhao Qiming has fallen by your hand.”

“It seems I must deal with you myself!”