Chapter 167 That's My Sword Qi

Chapter 167 That's My Sword Qi

"Where is the injury...where exactly is the injury..."

Pei Yunjing's fingers were trembling violently, like an elderly person suffering from a serious illness, completely losing their usual composure and precision.

He carefully pulled aside the tattered, blood-soaked cloak Tang Li was wearing. With each layer he peeled back, his heart clenched painfully.

There were no arrow wounds, and no signs of being bitten by wolves.

However, when the cloak was completely opened, revealing the inner garment that had been stained black and red, Pei Yunjing's breath caught in his throat.

His gaze was fixed intently on her left arm.

The sleeves there were completely torn, the fabric mixed with blood and flesh stuck together.

A wound about half a foot long ran across her slender upper arm. The flesh was torn open, deep enough to expose the bone, and even the surrounding skin was bruised and purple, as if shattered by the violent force.

This is not an ordinary knife wound.

An ordinary scimitar cannot create a wound with this kind of "shock" and "tearing" effect.

Only a heavy sword imbued with extremely strong internal energy could cause such terrifying destructive power.

Pei Yunjing's gaze trembled as he looked upwards.

Then, he saw a thin, long bloodstain on Tang Li's pale, paper-white left cheek.

The bloodstain was shallow but straight, as if it had been gently grazed by the sharpest wind blade.

If it had gone in just half an inch deeper, it would have ruined her appearance.

If it had been just half an inch off, it would have severed her throat.

"who……"

Pei Yunjing let out a low, beast-like growl. The red light that had just faded from his eyes reappeared, and killing intent surged wildly in his chest.

Who?! Who hurt her like this?!

Even if you whipped all the Northern Rong corpses in this Broken Soul Valley a hundred times, it wouldn't be enough to quell the hatred in his heart!

Just as he was trying to find the "murderer," those fragmented and blurred memories that had been shattered by madness suddenly returned to him without warning, as if illuminated by lightning.

[Boom—!]

That was the image of a blurry "red shadow" rushing towards him in the wind and snow.

【roll! ! ! 】

That was his own hostile roar.

【die! 】

That was the moment he raised his sword, channeled all his inner strength, and slashed fiercely down at the "red shadow."

And... that splash of warm blood on his face.

Pei Yunjing's whole body stiffened, as if he had been struck by lightning.

He mechanically and slowly turned his head to look at the distance.

On that snow-covered ground stained with blood, the divine weapon that had accompanied him on many battles—the "Delusion-Slaying" sword—was stuck diagonally in the frozen earth.

Under the moonlight, the dark blade gleamed with a cold, sharp light.

On the sharp blade, there remained a trace of dried, bright red blood.

That's... the blood of the crabapple tree.

"No...it's impossible..."

Pei Yunjing's pupils trembled violently, and he staggered backward as if his soul had been ripped out.

As the grandmaster of swordsmanship in the Great Sheng Dynasty, and as the owner of this sword, no one in the world knew that kind of wound better than him.

That feeling of skin and flesh tearing open.

That domineering power that shatters meridians.

There was also the mark on his cheek from the aftershocks of the sword energy.

Those were the wounds caused by "Slaying Illusions," those were his sword energy.

With just one glance, he recognized the truth that terrified him—

The one who almost split the pear in two, the one who left scars on her face, the one who drove her to her death...

It was him.

It was Pei Yunjing who personally raised his sword and slashed at the foolish woman who had rushed into the sword's encirclement without regard for anything, just to save him.

"It's me..."

Pei Yunjing looked at his hands.

The hands that had just been trying to wipe away her blood now appeared filthy to him, as if stained with indelible sins.

"It was...me..."

My understanding completely collapsed at that moment.

The regret that was more painful than being pierced by a thousand arrows instantly overwhelmed his reason.

He remembered what she had once said—

"Your Highness, don't be afraid, I will protect you."

He remembered the vow he had once made—

"Hide behind me, and if I don't die, you can't die either."

But in the end, he became the executioner who held a knife and almost killed her.

"ah……"

Pei Yunjing opened his mouth, wanting to roar, wanting to vent.

But it felt like his throat was filled with burning embers, and he couldn't make a sound.

Only silent, broken sobs echoed, sounding especially desolate in this deathly silent snow valley.