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Chapter 38: Quiver with fear

Chapter 38: Quiver with fear

Zhao Yan barely registered Hua Jing’s cry before he turned, only to see the leader towering over him.

The man’s eyes gleamed with unrestrained malice, his blade raised high in triumph.

In a split second, Zhao Yan felt the sharp, searing pain of metal slicing into his arm.

He staggered backward as the warmth of his blood trickled down, soaking his robes and staining the pristine snow.

The crimson dots spread, turning the pure white into something morbidly beautiful.

Hua Jing froze for a moment, her heart lurching as her gaze fell on Zhao Yan’s wounded arm.

Her hand tightened around the hilt of her sword, and her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.

Her entire body radiated fury, an anger so palpable it seemed to ripple through the air.

"Zhao Yan!" she screamed, her voice carrying a raw edge.

She tried to rush toward him, but three men stepped into her path, blocking her way.

One smirked, taunting her with a low chuckle.

"You think you can get through us?"

Her response was a ferocious snarl.

"You are seeking death!"

Her movements became a blur as she fought with renewed intensity.

Gone was the Hua Jing who left her opponents breathing.

This time, she aimed for their lives, her strikes precise and unrelenting.

The first man lunged, and she sidestepped with ease, bringing her blade down in a clean arc.

It sliced through his chest, and he fell without a sound.

The second tried to flank her, but she spun, delivering a powerful kick that sent him reeling.

Her sword followed, swift and deadly, cutting through his defense like butter.

Blood splattered across her face, but she didn’t flinch.

The third man hesitated, the fury in her eyes rooting him in place.

She capitalized on his hesitation, running him through with a single, powerful thrust.

Her breathing was ragged, but her resolve was unwavering.

Her sword dripped with blood, and her robes were stained, but none of it mattered.

She turned toward Zhao Yan, her heart sinking at the sight before her.

He was lying in the snow, unconscious, his face pale.

Blood pooled around him, and she couldn’t tell where it was all coming from.

Standing over him was the leader, his legs braced on either side of Zhao Yan’s body.

A victorious grin stretched across his face as he raised his sword high.

The blade gleamed in the faint light, poised to strike the final blow.

Hua Jing’s heart stopped.

She couldn’t think.

She couldn’t breathe.

Just as the leader began to bring his sword down, he froze.

His triumphant expression twisted into one of shock and pain.

Blood sprayed from his right arm, staining the snow as the severed limb fell to the ground.

His sword, still clutched tightly in his dismembered hand, landed with a dull thud.

The leader’s scream shattered the silence.

"My hand! My hand!"

He spun around, his eyes wild, only to see Hua Jing standing behind him.

Her sword was steady, its blade coated in fresh blood.

Her face was calm, almost too calm, as if she had planned this all along.

The leader’s gaze darted to the ground where his severed arm lay, disbelief etched across his features.

Hua Jing took a step forward, her voice cold and mocking.

"Kill me?" she repeated, her tone dripping with disdain.

"What gives you the audacity to say such a thing?"

The leader stumbled back, his body trembling from the pain and shock.

"You think I’m a weakling like you?" she continued, her voice rising.

"Between the two of us, one has two arms, and one has one and a half. Who do you think has the advantage now?"

Her words struck him like physical blows, and he gritted his teeth, his body convulsing from the blood loss.

Zhao Yan stirred slightly, his vision hazy as he watched the scene unfold.

Hua Jing stood tall, her presence commanding, while the leader crumbled before her.

Even in his weakened state, Zhao Yan couldn’t help but marvel at her.

The leader growled, his anger overriding his pain.

"You... You’ll pay for this," he spat, his voice trembling.

Hua Jing chuckled darkly.

"Pay? Oh, you’ve already collected your debt when you hurt someone of mine."

She raised her sword, the tip pointing directly at his throat.

"This great aunt will not let it go," she said, her voice low and menacing.

The leader’s eyes darted around, searching for an escape.

But Hua Jing stepped closer, her blade pressing against his skin.

"You dared to come after us. You dared to burn our shelter. And now you’re here, thinking you could finish the job?"

Her lips curled into a smirk.

"Let me tell you something," she whispered, her voice deadly.

"You’ve failed."

The leader’s knees buckled, and he collapsed into the snow.

The blood was now gushing out like a fountain and it quickly melted the snow. The place where he was kneeling quickly became a puddle!

Hua Jing looked down at him menacingly like a prey. The sword still had fresh blood on the blade. In a few steps, she walked close and before everyone’s eyes, she lodged the sword down the leader’s chest.

This was the last blow before the man breathed his last!

In this world, Hua Jing realized it was kill or be killed!

His men, seeing their leader defeated, hesitated.

Hua Jing turned her fiery gaze toward them. She sneered and then said in a cold voice,

"Go and tell the person who sent you that your mission failed. Your lives is the only gift I am leaving you, now, get the hell out of my sight!"

The men scattered like frightened birds!

Her sword remained steady, her stance unyielding, until every last one of them disappeared into the night.

She exhaled sharply, the adrenaline leaving her body as she turned back to Zhao Yan.

He was still on the ground, his breathing shallow but steady.

His face was deathly pale and it filled Hua Jing with a lot of worry.

Hua Jing dropped her sword and rushed to his side.

"Zhao Yan,"

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