Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 500 Song Yan's Blood, Luo Yuheng's Life (12,000 words)

The night is dark.

The wind stirred up the layers of clouds that had gathered above Dongling City.

The gloom dissipated, and the silvery moonlight enveloped the entire city, as if draping Dongling City in a silver veil.

That bow was clearly custom-made.

The arrow streaked across the sky like a shooting star, leaving a long trail as it hurtled toward the back of Song Yan's head. At that moment, Song Yan's entire attention was focused on the iceberg in front of him, and he was exerting all his inner strength to try to melt it. He was completely unaware of the movement behind him.

It wasn't until the arrow had traveled more than halfway that Ziyu's ears twitched slightly, and she realized something was wrong... The next instant, Ziyu's pupils contracted slightly, and without even turning her body, nor having time to turn around to see what it was, as if it were a purely instinctive reaction, her right hand swiftly reached out towards the direction from which the sound came.

His fingers were bent, as if he were gripping something tightly.

laugh.

The next instant, Ziyu's body trembled.

A slightly painful groan escaped from her fragrant lips.

Drops of bright red blood fell along the edge of his palm.

Only then did Ziyu turn her head to look, and saw that what she was holding in her palm was an arrow.

However, the arrow's speed and impact were clearly greater than those of an ordinary longbow. Even though Ziyu had considerable strength, the moment she grasped the arrow, it still twisted and moved forward rapidly in her palm, directly shredding the flesh in her hand.

The entire arrow, from the arrowhead to the fletching, was smeared with crimson blood.

If I hadn't used up all my strength at the last moment, the arrow would probably have been released.

Looking at the position of the arrow, it's only a few inches away from the back of Song Yan's head.

Song Yan then sensed something was wrong, turned his head and saw the blood on Zi Yu's palm: "You're injured."

"It's alright, it's nothing." Ziyu shook her head, casually tore off a piece of her sleeve, and tightly wrapped it around her palm to barely stop the bleeding. She pursed her lips and looked into the distance: "But Master, we may be in trouble."

Ziyu's eyes were fixed on a rooftop. In the moonlight, she could vaguely make out a silhouette that almost blended into the darkness. She could sense that the person's strength was no less than her own, most likely a ninth-rank martial artist. If there was only one such opponent, Ziyu wouldn't have much to worry about. Even if she couldn't kill him, simply holding him off wouldn't be a problem... Unfortunately... her gaze shifted to the side, and she saw that several more figures had appeared on the top of the courtyard wall, and even more people were constantly emerging from outside the wall.

At a glance, there were probably thirty to fifty people, and almost every one of them had powerful internal energy fluctuations, clearly indicating that they were all martial artists.

Ziyu was in a bad mood.

Even though she was very confident in her own strength, she knew that she could never be a match for so many enemies.

will die.

Perhaps she should have turned and left at that moment.

After all, Song Yan hadn't done her any special favors, and their relationship wasn't close enough to be life-or-death. The reason she stayed by Song Yan's side was purely because those two unethical women, Hua Lian Yue and Luo Tian Xuan, had poisoned her.

But as soon as such a thought surfaced in her mind, Ziyu forcibly suppressed it... She couldn't abandon Song Yan and run away by herself. As for the reason, it was naturally because she was poisoned.

Ziyu let out a heavy sigh and cursed her damned life in her heart: "My master, you'd better hurry up. With so many opponents, I don't know how long I can hold them off."

Song Yan lowered her eyelids: "Thank you."

"This time, no matter what the final outcome is, I will make sure Tianxuan and Lianyue give you your freedom."

Ziyu smiled, said nothing more, and simply turned around to face the dozens of enemies in front of her.

Song Yan's hand remained firmly pressed against the iceberg, half of his arm already embedded in the ice. Melted ice water flowed onto the ground, gathering into small puddles.

He could sense that Luo Yuheng, who was frozen in ice, seemed to be the source of this cold poison. Even now, Luo Yuheng's body was still continuously releasing cold energy. Once his hand was removed and his internal energy was interrupted, the melted areas would quickly be covered by ice again.

Therefore, once the internal energy is transferred, it cannot be stopped, otherwise saving Luo Yuheng will be a long way off.

He could even sense that Luo Yuheng was still alive.

That's right, he's still alive.

Occasionally, tremors can be felt through the thick ice.

Very weak.

Even with a martial artist's perception ability, it is so weak that it is almost imperceptible.

Song Yan was willing to believe that it was Luo Yuheng's heartbeat.

However, the frequency of the tremors had become increasingly slow, and it took a very long time before he could feel even the slightest fluctuation. He didn't know how much longer Luo Yuheng could hold on inside the iceberg.

If he can no longer feel anything, perhaps that will be the end of everything.

Ziyu glanced at Song Yan, sighed with a hint of helplessness, and then swayed her graceful body as she walked step by step toward the enemy that appeared in front of her... It was probably a unique way of walking of the Hehuan Sect. Each time her jade foot landed, it was directly in front of the toe of her other small foot, and her body swayed with it, her slender waist swaying.

Just like a golden cat.

There is a unique charm to it as you walk around.

Her gaze swept over the black-clad figure on the roof. Though somewhat blurry, judging from the figure, it was likely a woman, and moreover, the leader of all of them… Then, her gaze fell upon the dozens of martial artists behind them. These people were dressed in various ways—young noblemen, merchants—but what they had in common was that their faces were covered by something… either masks or black veils.

Suddenly, a charming smile appeared on Ziyu's lips: "Gentlemen, you must all be renowned heroes in the martial world, why bother getting involved in this mess?"

Do you know who you are trying to attack?

"Champion Marquis, Jingguan Madman, Song Yan."

The numerous martial artists who were gradually surrounding them were clearly unaware of this, and they paused slightly, a hint of surprise in their eyes.

Zi Yu's smile deepened: "Believe me, killing Song Yan will do you no good."

“Even if Song Yan dies, his women and his subordinates will still seek revenge for him. Those people will find out everything, they will find out each of your identities, know your families, know your sects, and then you will face tens of thousands of elite border troops…” Normally, Ziyu would never say so much, but the situation is special now: “Don’t doubt it, even if all the martial arts practitioners in the entire Jianghu were combined, they would not be a match for the border troops that could annihilate hundreds of thousands of Xiongnu.”

"I don't know what benefits this woman has promised you, but you'd better think about it. Is it worth risking the lives of your entire family and even your entire sect for such a small benefit?"

"You don't want to lose your entire family because of a moment of greed, do you?"

The threat posed by Ziyu seems to be working quite well.

The dozens of martial artists hesitated for a moment, and they subconsciously looked at the woman in black on the roof.

However, it was clear that such a threat had no effect on the woman in black.

With her face veiled in black, Ziyu couldn't see the woman's expression, only her eyes gleaming with a cold, sinister light: "Kill them all."

A sinister voice echoed in the moonlight. The next instant, the eyes of the dozens of martial artists turned crimson, like wild beasts waiting to hunt in the night. Their auras began to grow and expand. Zi Yu felt a slight sense of helplessness. Judging from the current situation, the woman in black wasn't controlling these martial artists through material temptations, but rather through a form of control similar to her own.

I thought that even if I couldn't change the minds of these martial artists, I could at least buy them some more time with words. If I could hold out until Song Yan finished his work, that would be the best outcome... Although Song Yan was only at the sixth rank, his strength was no less than that of a seventh-rank martial artist. He could even exchange a few blows with an eighth-rank martial artist. I didn't expect Song Yan to be of much help. As long as he could move freely, the constraints on my side would be greatly reduced. Unfortunately, this plan also fell through.

The thought had barely crossed my mind when a rapid, rain-like sound suddenly rang out.

Dozens of steps away, a large group of martial artists instantly accelerated. Some lightly touched the ground with their toes, their bodies leaping more than ten steps in an instant; others rapidly crossed their legs on the ground, reaching their maximum speed in a short time, forming a fan-shaped encirclement. In just a few breaths, the first person had already rushed to Zi Yu's side, clearly taking a light and graceful route. When he was still three steps away from Zi Yu, he reached for his waist, and a soft sword sprang out with a hum. The strange blade was like a crooked, venomous snake, pointing straight at Zi Yu's throat.

A hint of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes. Zi Yu merely took a slight step back, causing the soft sword to miss its mark. At the same time, she flicked her finger, and a string of zither silk seemed to come alive, wrapping around the person's neck. Once it touched the neck, its sharpness would surely sever the person's head in an instant. However, Zi Yu quickly frowned, forced to stop her movements, and simultaneously turned around, striking out with a palm to the side.

With a snap, the two palms collided in mid-air.

The internal energy spread outwards like a tidal wave.

A tall, muscular figure staggered backward, revealing a strange flush on part of his face. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his complexion instantly turning extremely pale. Clearly, he had lost out in the pure contest of internal strength. Then, with a hissing sound, the muscular man's right hand was cleanly severed at the wrist, the cut smooth and clean. A moment later, blood gushed out like a fountain.

A piercing howl tore through the silent night sky.

Just then, three more people came from the left, front, and right to flank her. These three people were all at the seventh rank, which was not much stronger than Ziyu. However, they had obviously been working together for many years and were proficient in combo attacks. They all used iron chains. Before they even arrived, the three iron chains had already swept across. One iron chain went straight for Ziyu's legs, another iron chain wrapped around Ziyu's neck, and the last iron chain went straight for Ziyu's waist.

Normally, Zi Yu wouldn't have paid any attention to these three people, but now there were many other martial artists joining the battle, and the mysterious woman in black was watching them intently from the side. Even Zi Yu had to temporarily avoid their sharp edge. She lightly touched the ground with her toes and instantly retreated, widening the distance between herself and these martial artists.

In just a moment, the number of enemies in front of Ziyu had risen to more than ten and was still increasing. Even though Ziyu was extremely strong, she couldn't help but feel her scalp tingling.

"Purple Jade".

Just then, a soft voice suddenly rang in Ziyu's ears.

"retreat."

Ziyu was slightly taken aback; it was her master's voice.

The next second, a metal rod, about the thickness and length of an arm, suddenly whistled past my ear from mid-air.

Out of the corner of her eye, Zi Yu clearly saw a grayish-black line hanging from the end of this strange object. As it brushed past her, she could even hear a strange crackling sound. Instantly, Zi Yu's body trembled. Having been by Song Yan's side for so long, she naturally knew exactly what this thing was. Without the slightest hesitation, she lightly tapped the ground with her toes and quickly retreated.

At the same time, the strange stick-shaped object flew to a group of martial artists, and the fuse burned out.

These martial artists had never seen such a strange thing before. They initially thought it might be some kind of hidden weapon, but upon seeing its appearance, they couldn't help but laugh out loud... Hidden weapons are all about small size and concealment. Who would use something so big as a hidden weapon?

Amidst the jeers, a warrior wielding a curved sword instantly drew his blade, the sharp edge leaving a crescent-shaped trail of cold light in mid-air before slashing directly at the strange metal object.

Clang.

With a piercing sound, the scimitar struck directly at it, sending sparks flying.

Before the smile on the martial artist's face could fully bloom... rumble rumble rumble.

A deafening roar echoed within the Prince's mansion.

It was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

In an instant, the entire earth trembled slightly.

The raging flames engulfed the group of people around them, and the writhing black smoke resembled a giant mushroom.

Flames, accompanied by heat waves, spread outwards, blasting figures away wherever they went.

The once peaceful backyard of the Prince's mansion was transformed into a scene of utter chaos in the blink of an eye, resembling a living hell, with screams echoing everywhere.

As the smoke cleared, the thirty-odd martial artists who hadn't managed to rush up from behind all gasped in shock. At the epicenter of the explosion, four martial artists lay motionless on the ground, rusty metal fragments piercing their flesh and leaving holes from which blood spurted.

Limbs and even shattered internal organs were scattered everywhere, clearly indicating that the person was beyond saving.

Further away, seven or eight people were knocked to the ground, each with injuries.

Knowing the power of the Heaven-Shaking Thunder all along, Zi Yu seized the opportunity when all the enemies were in a state of panic. In a flash, she transformed into a purple phantom and swiftly swept across the ground. Wherever she went, the seven or eight figures lying on the ground didn't even have time to react before bloody welts appeared on their necks, and then their round heads fell off with a thud.

hiss.

You can hear that sound.

None of the surviving martial artists stepped forward; some even took a step back.

You can't see their facial expressions clearly, but you can clearly see shock and fear in their eyes.

What power is this?
People instinctively feel awe and fear towards the unknown.

Even the woman in black on the rooftop clearly hadn't expected this scene. A murderous glint flashed in her eyes, and her cold voice echoed through the air:

"You, stop this woman."

"Song Yan, I'll kill him."

The moment the sound faded, the woman in black stomped her foot hard on the tiles, and with a bang, all the tiles within a three-step radius turned into fine powder.

With a whoosh, his body flew through the air, as fast as lightning.

Zi Yu's expression changed drastically, and she leaped into the air, trying to stop the woman in black.

At the same time, several of the remaining thirty-odd martial artists with exceptional agility also flew into the air, throwing knives, longswords, and bright silver spears at Zi Yu almost simultaneously. Even though Zi Yu was extremely strong, she had no choice but to turn around and defend herself in the face of the simultaneous attack from several eighth-rank martial artists. Although it was only for a moment, it completely deprived Zi Yu of the possibility of intercepting the woman in black.

The next instant, the woman in black appeared behind Song Yan.

With her body positioned high above, she fell diagonally towards Song Yan, raising her right hand and striking Song Yan's back with her small, white hand.

Just then, Song Yan's right hand remained pressed against the iceberg, maintaining the release of his inner force. With a forceful flick of his left hand, a shotgun appeared in his palm. Without the slightest hesitation, he pulled the trigger directly backward.

The moment the woman in black's right hand touched Song Yan's vest, a shotgun shell shot out from the dark muzzle.

boom!
Song Yan's body trembled violently.

Bright red blood gushed straight from his mouth.

It sprayed onto the iceberg in front of us.

The pristine white iceberg was suddenly punctuated by a striking crimson hue.

Right behind Song Yan, the mysterious woman in black also suddenly burst into a crimson burst.

(End of this chapter)