The youth’s right hand, fair and slender, was holding a person, precisely the other black-clad expert who had been captured into the wine cellar earlier; he was already breathless, tossed casually by the youth into the snowfield of the courtyard like a sack.
Though the youth’s throw was not forceful, it made everyone feel an aura of wantonness, disdain, arrogance, and insolence.
No one knew how the youth had managed to do it. Just moments before, their attention had been on the first black-clad expert, watching him crush Gu Chengfeng’s skull underfoot, a scene bloody and brutal yet thrilling to the blood.
When the second black-clad expert went to search the wine cellar, the crowd only heard a scream. They didn’t even suspect that the shriek came from their own expert; they thought their man had swiftly captured an assassin’s accomplice inside, and that the yell was from the captured accomplice.
And now, their two experts, one was impaled with a spear against the wall, the other pinched to death and thrown to the ground by the youth.
This scene was utterly shocking and bizarre.
Everyone’s voice seemed stuck in their throats, and even breathing unconsciously halted.
Only Gu Chengfeng lay in the blood that melded with the pristine snow, his body suddenly relaxing.
Had the girl finally finished the surgery?
He thought he wouldn’t last to see it.
It’s good that she came out... It’s good that she came out...
Gu Chengfeng coughed up blood while trembling, smiling with a sense of relieved burden.
With three black-clad experts down in an instant, the third black-clad expert was the first to snap out of his daze. He drew the soft sword at his waist and attacked Gu Jiao with a fierce killing intent.
He hadn’t taken action against Gu Chengfeng because there was no need to, but this youth had killed two of his comrades as soon as he emerged.
Despite his reluctance, he had to admit that this youth, much younger than anyone present, gave him a strong sense of danger.
So much so that he even resorted to using his weapon.
Gu Jiao responded to every change with unchanging steadiness. As he attacked her, she did not move immediately. In a flash, as his soft sword wrapped around her neck, she raised her left hand and shot out a long thread with a hook, entangling his sword.
Then she pulled forcefully, propelling herself away and leaping into the air as if on light nimble steps, gliding through the snowflakes, stepping on the opposite wall, and pulling out the Red-Tasseled Spear with her bare hands.
With a swift spin, she flipped the Red-Tasseled Spear in her palm, aiming its tip at the last black-clad expert and unmercifully shot it towards him!
The tough fear the reckless, the reckless fear those who are desperate, and this youth was exactly the desperate sort! fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
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