Chapter 97 Ten-Breath Countdown

Chapter 97 Ten-Breath Countdown

At the head of Changsheng Bridge, the night was torn apart by the firelight.

The lone wolf was like a mad dog driven to the brink of despair, unleashing astonishing speed at the last moment.

He no longer cared about the black-armored guards rushing towards him from behind, which was fifty paces away.

For well-trained cavalry, it was only a matter of two breaths.

But for a madman who is determined to die, that's enough.

"Hahahaha! Pei Yunjing! You'll be buried with me!"

The lone wolf stood beside the manhole cover leading to the underground sewer, a ferocious, twisted laugh on his face.

He suddenly raised his hand and, with all his might, hurled the blazing tinder into the dark well opening!

"call--"

The tinder traced an arc in the air, like a falling meteor, before being swallowed by the darkness in an instant.

The next second.

"Hiss—hiss—hiss—"

A chilling burning sound came from deep underground.

That was the sound of a fuse soaked in kerosene being lit.

In the midst of the bustling lantern festival, this sound might be drowned out.

But to Pei Yunjing, whose five senses were overloaded, it was like the Grim Reaper sharpening his knife right next to his ear—clear, piercing, and deadly.

Ten breaths.

The number flashed through Pei Yunjing's mind instantly.

Based on the length of the fuse and the burning speed, it would only take ten breaths for a spark to penetrate the bridge pier filled with gunpowder barrels.

At that moment, a loud bang was heard.

This bridge of immortality, which holds countless joys for ordinary people, will be reduced to ruins in an instant.

The people on the bridge, the people below the bridge, and even the hearts of half of the capital city will be reduced to ashes by this explosion.

"court death!"

Pei Yunjing's pupils suddenly contracted, and his figure moved like lightning.

Without the slightest hesitation, he stomped heavily on the horse's back, and like a roc spreading its wings, he took off into the air.

He had to rush into the wellhead and cut the fuse before the sparks detonated the gunpowder!

Just as Pei Yunjing's figure leaped into the air, at the very moment when his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of synchronized, heart-stopping bowstring vibrations suddenly erupted from the rooftops on all sides.

This is a meticulously designed, deadly trap set for Pei Yunjing!

The lone wolf's act of lighting the fire was merely bait.

It was to force Pei Yunjing to save him, to force him to reveal a weakness.

The real killer move is hidden in the shadows!

On the rooftops of shops on both sides of Changsheng Bridge, a dozen or so assassins dressed in black appeared out of nowhere.

The powerful bows in their hands were already drawn to their fullest extent, the arrow tips gleaming with an eerie green light—

That's a deadly poison that kills instantly upon contact with blood!

"put!"

With a sharp shout.

More than a dozen poisoned arrows tore through the air with sharp whistling sounds, weaving together an impenetrable net of death that blocked all of Pei Yunjing's paths of advance and retreat!

Ahead lies a bomb about to explode underground.

Above, a rain of arrows rained down, seemingly destined to claim lives.

If you go in, you'll be shot into a pincushion.

If we retreat, Changsheng Bridge will undoubtedly be bombed.

"Your Highness, be careful—!!!"

Han Zheng, watching from afar, was furious, but there was no time to offer any assistance.

Pei Yunjing, suspended in mid-air, watched the approaching rain of arrows and listened to the increasingly urgent hissing sound of burning from the ground.

His expression remained stern, showing no sign of panic.

But his heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

Even if he is the God of War of the Great Sheng Dynasty, even if his martial arts are unparalleled.

But faced with such a desperate situation where everything seemed to be on the verge of destruction, he was powerless to do anything about it.

If he doesn't retreat, he will surely die.

If we retreat, what will happen to all the people in this city...?

Five breaths.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment.

The underground fuse was still burning fiercely, the flames like a greedy venomous snake, rushing towards the finish line at an astonishing speed.

Pei Yunjing could even smell the sulfurous odor growing stronger.

Is it over yet?