PFC Chapter 161 Revenge and Hostages
Chapter 161 Revenge and Hostages
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and the next second, he darted away like lightning.
The movement was so fast that it almost became an undetectable afterimage, leaving only a faint trace in the air.
The target, which had been so close just moments before, vanished without a trace before their very eyes.
As his figure disappeared, a series of screams rang out from all around.
In the thick fog, the assassins, their faces filled with murderous intent, suddenly paused, their expressions changing to one of utter terror.
They couldn't see anything at all.
He only felt a gust of wind whistle past him, and the next second, a splash of blood suddenly appeared on his neck.
Some people didn't even have time to make a sound before they fell to the ground with a "thud".
Apart from that, all that remained in the air were cries of disbelief and terror.
The gushing blood splattered onto the other person's face. The latter stared wide-eyed, and before he could even react, he was already lifeless.
Without needing any extra movements, Xie Yan's attacks were ruthless and cunning, each strike a fatal blow.
Moreover, his movements were so fast that most of them probably didn't even know how they died by Xie Yan's sword until their deaths.
The stench of blood grew stronger in the fog.
The man who had previously uttered those harsh words watched helplessly as those around him who had participated in the attack on Xie Yan fell one by one.
The fear in my heart was simply indescribable.
But at this moment, his legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he could not move an inch. His face was also completely bloodless.
Even though he could sometimes feel Xie Yan brushing past him, the two of them so close, he didn't have the courage to swing his knife.
Three years ago, he could never have imagined that he would be so terrified of Xie Yan.
As the last person beside him fell to the ground, he knelt down, trembling all over, his face a mask of terror and despair.
Xie Yan casually flicked his sword, shaking off the still-wet bloodstains.
He stood amidst pools of blood. Even though his features were obscured, one could still sense his eerie gaze slowly sweeping over the remaining survivors.
The other party clearly felt Xie Yan's gaze and was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.
"Now it is your turn."
Xie Yan spoke, and the next moment, the sword in her hand whistled through the air, as if a chill had solidified in the air.
But the sword stopped in mid-air, instead of piercing the person in front of it as expected.
"Ok?"
Xie Yan sheathed her sword and stepped forward to kick the body of the person on the ground.
Only then did he realize that the man had already been scared to death before he could even make a move.
"Sigh, their mental fortitude is too weak."
Xie Yan sighed softly, her figure blurred again, and she disappeared into the mist.
One scream after another rang out, and the white mist gradually turned blood red, causing the remaining assassins, who hadn't even seen a shadow of anyone, to instinctively want to flee.
But will they really have enough time?
In their frantic escape, they suddenly realized that no matter which direction they went, the screams followed them relentlessly.
Xie Yan seemed to be right behind them. Whenever they stopped, it was as if a figure was rushing towards them with the sound of wind.
The roles of the two parties were reversed at this moment.
After an unknown amount of time, the dense forest fell into a deathly silence once again.
As the white mist gradually dissipated, the surrounding mountains and forests slowly came into view, and a figure emerged from the woods.
As the man walked, blood continued to trickle down his sword, leaving a thin trail of blood on the muddy ground.
His white robes were stained with blood, but not a single drop belonged to him.
Not far away was the building that Xie Yan was very familiar with. Every brick and every door and window was just as she remembered, which made her feel depressed and suffocated.
But he stopped and didn't go any further.
Because in front of him, there were layers upon layers of densely packed people blocking his way.
"It's been a long time."
Xie Yan gazed at the scene from afar and sighed.
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd in front of the building parted, revealing Dongfang Yuan's ferocious face.
And two figures tied up behind him.
"Finally, you've come to me of your own accord."
"I told you, I would make you pay the price."
Dongfang Yuan's face was ashen. Although he still had that youthful face, he looked rather listless and haggard for some reason.
He practically forced those words out through gritted teeth, each one seemingly filled with anger and resentment, as if he wanted nothing more than to tear Xie Yan to pieces.
Faced with an overwhelming number of people, Xie Yan appeared completely unmoved.
He brandished the longsword in his hand, his smiling gaze sweeping over Dongfang Yuan as he said, "I feel that the price you paid was significantly greater than mine."
Xie Yan's words caused Dongfang Yuan's expression to twist even more.
He grabbed Uya from behind, held the knife to her neck, and threatened viciously, "Is this little bitch one of yours?"
"You disappeared from the martial arts world three years ago, and not long after, she joined Fengyun Tower. You must have been the one who ordered her to do that, right?"
"I was wondering how you could be so resilient, never seeming to die. It must be because of the Gu magic from the Southern Frontier, right?"
"Even your inexplicably increased power is due to her Gu magic, isn't it?"
Under his control and shaking, Wuya let out a weak sob, wiped away her tears, and said, "Brother Xiao Xie, save me."
But Xie Yan laughed. He wasn't nervous at all, and even provocatively brandished the longsword in his hand, saying, "Yes, you're right."
His gaze swept over Wuya, then turned to Dongfang Yuan, and said with a smile, "So? You think she can threaten me?"
Xie Yan slowly walked forward, sword in hand, each step seeming to tread on Dongfang Yuan's heart.
As he approached step by step, Dongfang Yuan sneered and said, "Do you think I would believe you?"
The knife in his hand trembled, slicing open Uya's skin, and bright red blood flowed down her neck.
"Fine, then I'll kill her right now."
"Without her, what will happen to the Gu poison inside you?!"
He always felt that Xie Yan's current martial prowess was all thanks to Wu Ya's Gu techniques.
After all, he had already witnessed how miraculous Gu techniques were.
Therefore, if we kill Wuya, Xie Yan's martial arts skills might be greatly weakened, making it much easier to deal with him then.
Even if it wasn't true, he didn't believe that this guy would have no reaction at all after killing Wuya in front of Xie Yan.
At that point, at least his resentment would be somewhat alleviated.