Chapter 99 One Sword to the Throat

Chapter 99 One Sword to the Throat

The lone wolf suddenly knelt on the ground, clutching its hair, and let out a desperate howl at the dark night sky:

"I've planned this for ten years! I've risked everything! Why did you even help that scoundrel! Why?!!"

His roar was shrill and desperate, echoing through the chaotic night.

However, he was not met with God's mercy.

Instead, it was a cold light emanating from hell.

In mid-air.

Pei Yunjing was prepared to withstand the rain of arrows, even at the cost of injury.

But to his surprise, the arrows flew in disarray on their own.

Even more unexpectedly, the gunpowder underground did not explode.

Although he didn't know what had happened.

Although all of this seemed as bizarre as a miracle.

But his intuition, honed through years of battlefield experience, allowed him to keenly seize this fleeting, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

When the enemy is in disarray, I will kill them.

When the enemy collapses, I will strike.

Pei Yunjing's body suddenly twisted in mid-air, instantly transforming his defensive stance into an offensive one.

"Clang—!"

The "Delusion-Slaying" sword at his waist was finally drawn completely on this night.

The sword was as black as ink, except for a bloodthirsty crimson at the blade.

As internal energy was poured in, the sword emitted a dragon's roar, yearning for blood.

"die."

Pei Yunjing, suspended in mid-air, merged with his sword, transforming into a black streak of light, like a falling meteorite, carrying unparalleled power, and hurtling straight at the lone wolf kneeling on the ground!

This time, there were no fancy moves, no probing, and no holding back.

Only the ultimate speed and the purest killing intent.

"!!!"

The lone wolf heard a whooshing sound overhead—the sound of Death swinging his scythe.

He looked up abruptly and met Pei Yunjing's cold, emotionless eyes.

In those eyes, he saw his own reflection—

A pathetic, laughable, and tragic loser.

“Pei…”

The lone wolf opened its mouth, making a final, desperate struggle, trying to raise the dagger in its hand to parry.

But he was too slow.

In the face of absolute power, all resistance is futile.

brush--

The black figure swept past him like a ghost.

Pei Yunjing landed, his back to the lone wolf, the long sword in his hand pointing diagonally at the ground.

A drop of bright red blood slowly slid down the tip of the sword, and with a "drip," it shattered in the dust.

There was no earth-shattering collision.

There was only a very light, very fast sound, the faint sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh and trachea.

The lone wolf remained frozen in place, still holding the dagger.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Suddenly, a thin red line appeared on his neck.

Immediately afterwards, the red line broke.

"puff--!"

A large amount of blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the ground beneath his feet and the manhole cover leading to the sewer.

"Crunch...crunch..."

The lone wolf clutched its neck, making a sound like a broken bellows in its throat.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at the tall, imposing figure in front of him, his gaze filled with disbelief and resentment.

He didn't understand.

He never understood it until his death.

Why do perfect plans fail?

Why didn't the gunpowder explode?

Why did those archers fall down?

Could it be... that Pei Yunjing is truly destined for greatness?

Is there really divine protection?

Unfortunately, no one will tell him the answer.

No one would tell him that what defeated him was not a god, but a group of rats fighting for rice.

"Bang!"

The lone wolf's body fell heavily backward, crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

His eyes remained wide open, reflecting the cold, round moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival night sky.

The leader of the Northern Rong spies who had been lurking in the capital for ten years, codenamed "Lone Wolf".

Death.

Pei Yunjing slowly straightened up, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and slowly wiped the bloodstains off the sword.

The black-armored guards finally arrived and pinned the archers, who were dazed and confused, to the ground and tied them up.

"Your Highness is mighty!"

"Long live the Prince!"

A deafening cheer erupted at the head of Changsheng Bridge.

Pei Yunjing did not turn around.

He sheathed his sword, but his gaze passed over the crowd and landed on the brightly lit teahouse in the distance.

There, a window was open.

He knew that the woman was there.

"it's over."

He muttered to himself, his voice carried away by the wind:

"But there are some accounts... we should go back and settle them properly."