Chapter 42 The Tyrant Awakens

Chapter 42 The Tyrant Awakens

hot.

Scalding hot.

Bright red liquid gushed out from Tang Li's wound, splashing onto Pei Yunjing's brow bone and flowing into his eyes, staining his vision red.

The originally nauseating smell of blood, now mixed with the unique herbal fragrance of the pear blossoms, no longer became pungent.

It was like a spoonful of boiling oil, poured hard onto Pei Yunjing's heart.

"Sizzle—"

Reason has been completely burned away.

Pei Yunjing looked at the limp woman in his arms, and at the sharp blade still stuck in her shoulder.

She stopped moving.

The woman who could cry, laugh, be greedy, flatter him, and cling to his leg while crying that she was hungry... stopped moving.

An unprecedented, soul-devouring panic instantly swept over his entire body.

Then came fury.

That anger was no longer the restlessness caused by overload of the five senses, but the bestial rage of territory being invaded and treasures being destroyed!

"Crack".

The meridians in his body that had been sealed by fire poison and sound waves were forcibly broken through under this overwhelming rage!

Severe pain?

No, he couldn't feel any pain at that moment.

He felt a world-destroying force roaring wildly through his limbs and bones, clamoring for slaughter and destruction!

"die……"

A hoarse, inhuman word was squeezed out from deep within Pei Yunjing's throat.

At that moment, the assassin leader was preparing to draw his sword.

Since one sword strike failed to kill Pei Yunjing, then pull it out and deliver another blow!

"Get up!"

The assassin leader grinned maliciously, gathering his inner strength as he tried to draw his longsword.

However.

A pale, slender hand, covered in blue veins, reached out without warning and grabbed the sharp blade!

unarmed!

"Squeak—"

The sharp blade cut Pei Yunjing's palm, drawing blood.

But he seemed to feel no pain; instead of letting go, he gripped it tightly, so tightly that the steel blade groaned under the strain.

"Wh...what?!"

The assassin leader was terrified.

He looked at the man in front of him, who had been limp as a rag doll, and slowly raised his head.

What kind of eyes were those?

The original pupils had disappeared, replaced by two bottomless pools of blood.

There was no reason, no humanity, only a chilling murderous intent.

This is no longer the severely injured, dying cripple.

This is clearly an ancient ferocious beast that has just awakened!

"You...you've ruined my things."

Pei Yunjing's voice was as soft as a ghost, yet it carried an echoing tremor.

The next second.

Boom—!!!

An incredibly terrifying internal force surged along Pei Yunjing's arm and the sword, crashing towards the assassin leader like a tidal wave!

"No--!!!"

The assassin leader only had time to let out a short scream.

"Bang!"

Under the impact of that violent internal force, the assassin leader's sword-wielding arm exploded instantly, followed by half of his body.

It was as if his entire body had been crushed by an invisible giant hand, instantly turning into a cloud of scarlet blood mist!

Even the fine steel longsword shattered inch by inch in Pei Yunjing's hands, turning into fragments on the ground.

"Splash..."

Blood rained down, mingling with the torrential rain in the mountains, turning the rocks at the cave entrance a deep red.

Inside the cave, there was a deathly silence.

The wild boars and monkeys outside seemed to sense the terrifying atmosphere as well, and they fled in terror, tails between their legs.

Pei Yunjing remained in the same sword-wielding posture, his body covered in blood, resembling a demon.

But he did not continue his madness.

That strike exhausted all the strength he had just used to break through the blockade, and also drained his life force.

The crimson in his eyes gradually faded, revealing a hint of confusion and panic.

"Tang...Tangli?"

Pei Yunjing seemed to suddenly wake up and abruptly withdrew his hand.

He lowered his head and looked at the person in his arms.

Tang Li's eyes were tightly closed, her face was as pale as paper, and her breath was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

The wound on his left shoulder was still bleeding; it was blood shed while saving him.

"Don't sleep..."

Pei Yunjing's voice trembled.

Those hands, which had once killed countless people and never trembled even when holding the reins of power, were now trembling uncontrollably above Tang Li's face.

He wanted to touch her breath, but he didn't dare, afraid that he wouldn't be able to feel even a little warmth.

A wave of immense fear overwhelmed him.

If she dies...

If the only person in this world who could bring him peace dies...

If this foolish woman who just swore she would protect him were to die...

"Don't die..."

Pei Yunjing carefully held her close, his movements as gentle as if he were cradling a broken, priceless treasure.

He lowered his head, pressed his face against her cold forehead, and spoke in a hoarse voice, carrying a hint of pleading and helplessness he had never felt before:

"Tangli, I command you..."

"You are not allowed to die."

"As long as you live... I will return that chest of gold to you... I will return it all to you..."