Chapter 64: A Pair of Living Yamas

Jun Zijin was held in the arms of Quan Aoyu; because of the thrilling scene just now, her pretty face was slightly flushed, and a trace of relief at having survived a disaster still lingered in her eyes.

Jun Zijin slowly raised her head, her gaze meeting a pair of eyes as deep as dark pools and as bright as stars, without the slightest deviation. Her taut heartstrings seemed to be gently stroked by a tender hand, instantly relaxing. She did not voice her thanks; the two seemed to share a tacit understanding and trust that needed no words.

At this moment, a hidden arrow suddenly shot toward Jun Zijin, shattering this beautiful moment. Quan Aoyu was quick-witted and fast-handed; he turned rapidly to shield Jun Zijin behind him and caught the hidden arrow with his bare hands.

In the bushes ahead, several dark shadows flickered rapidly. Immediately after, assassins dressed in night-traveling clothes and wearing black masks surrounded them from all directions, daggers and blades flashing with cold light. There were over twenty of them. These assassins were clearly several grades higher than the ones encountered last time; it seemed the other party had spared no expense. Jun Zijin sneered.

"It seems there are still people who don't want to let us go."

A cold, sharp glint flashed in Quan Aoyu's eyes as he drew his long sword. Jun Zijin also quickly pulled out her anesthetic gun, pinching an anesthetic needle in one hand.

"Han Xiao, hurry and hide behind the rock!" Jun Zijin pointed to a large rock beside Han Xiao and shouted at her, who had just regained her senses.

At almost the same moment, another group of people dressed in gray robes emerged from the nearby woods. Their presence was powerful, and they were clearly experts with deep internal energy.

"It seems there are two groups of people," Jun Zijin sneered.

The two groups of assassins did not waste words; they locked onto their targets and charged straight at the two of them.

Quan Aoyu and Jun Zijin exchanged a smile, their gazes firm and devoid of fear. Without extra words, it was a tacit understanding that could be read without speaking. The two stood back-to-back, entrusting their most vulnerable parts to each other without reservation.

Before the assassins could get close, Jun Zijin's anesthetic gun had already fired repeatedly, and the three in the lead fell to the ground instantly.

As a cold wind brushed by, the battle was on the verge of breaking out. The assassins scattered like ghosts, launching attacks from different directions. With the flash of blades and swords and the glint of cold steel, the air was filled with a heavy, bloody stench.

Quan Aoyu brandished his long sword, his swordsmanship fierce. Every move carried a biting wind and sharp sword Qi; wherever he went, the assassins' blood splattered, and heads fell like melons under his blade.

As for Jun Zijin, she held the anesthetic gun in one hand and an anesthetic needle in the other. She took advantage of her small and agile stature; like a nimble sprite, she wove flexibly through the siege of the black-clad assassins, erratic and elusive, making it difficult for the enemy to track her movements.

While nimbly dodging attacks, Jun Zijin seized the right moment to fire anesthetic needles, and several more people fell. When the anesthetic gun was empty, she switched to holding a dagger in one hand, putting her modern marksmanship and close-quarters combat skills to full use.

However, the assassins were numerous, gradually forming a surrounding force. The leader in black took advantage of the chaos to rush toward Jun Zijin, his short sword stabbing straight at her. Jun Zijin was somewhat exhausted and could not dodge in time; just as she was about to be injured, Quan Aoyu suddenly turned back and blocked the long blade with his sword, using the arrow as a blade, and with a backhand strike, he chopped off the black-clad leader's head.

The remaining black-clad men saw the situation was bad, exchanged a glance, and turned to flee. The black-clad men were about to cry; it was too unjust. The mission they had originally accepted was to assassinate a little girl, but who would have thought they would encounter a pair of living Yamas? The man could use his sword like a knife for cutting melons, specifically treating people's heads like melons to be sliced, and the woman used some kind of hidden weapon that made people collapse the moment it touched them.

The remaining group of gray-robed men with deep internal energy were much more troublesome. Their aura was deep and restrained, clearly extraordinary. Although Quan Aoyu was also a top-tier expert, the opposition was numerous, and Jun Zijin was at a disadvantage because she lacked internal energy and light-body techniques; this small frame of hers was truly uncooperative, and she was already so tired her lungs felt like they were about to explode.

Jun Zijin and Quan Aoyu exchanged a glance, both seeing the gravity in each other's eyes. They had to end the battle quickly; to capture the bandits, one must first capture their leader to have a better chance of breaking through.

Jun Zijin took a deep breath and pulled a set of silver needles soaked in a special anesthetic from her waist. She tapped her toes lightly and was the first to charge toward the gray-robed leader.

The gray-robed leader snorted coldly and waved his hands, a powerful surge of internal energy rushing out like a wave. At the same moment Jun Zijin moved, Quan Aoyu infused his internal energy into his sword, and a dazzling sword light slashed toward the gray-robed leader's wave of internal energy.

Taking advantage of the gap created by the collision, Jun Zijin pressed forward. Her left hand feinted with the dagger, while her right hand sent silver needles flying like streaks of silver light toward the gray-robed men. Immediately after, she spun and retreated rapidly.

Although the gray-robed men had deep internal energy, they were somewhat overwhelmed when faced with such a flexible and varied attack style. In an instant, three more gray-robed men fell.

Facing Quan Aoyu's fierce, storm-like offensive, the gray-robed leader could not help but secretly groan in his heart. Although he tried his best to block and neutralize these attacks, he still felt quite strained. However, regarding Jun Zijin, who had no fluctuations of internal energy at all, the gray-robed leader did not take her seriously in the slightest.

Just then, Jun Zijin was seen holding a sharp dagger, thrusting fiercely toward the gray-robed leader. Seeing this, the gray-robed leader's mouth curled slightly, revealing a look of contempt. He moved his body slightly and dodged the strike with ease. But he never expected that this very dodge of his would fall exactly into the trap Jun Zijin had carefully designed!

At almost the same instant, a soft "whoosh" was heard, and a tiny anesthetic needle shot out from an extremely tricky angle, hitting the gray-robed leader straight in the waist. In an instant, even with his deep internal energy, the gray-robed leader felt a strong sense of numbness spread rapidly throughout his body, causing his movements to become sluggish.

Quan Aoyu seized the opportunity, his sword stance shifting; his originally fierce attack became even more rapid, pressing straight toward the gray-robed leader's vital points. The gray-robed leader widened his eyes, attempting to summon his internal energy to resist, but the effect of the anesthetic left him powerless, and he was stabbed by Quan Aoyu's sword.

Jun Zijin took the opportunity to circle behind the gray-robed leader, holding her dagger against his throat, and said coldly:

"Tell your men to stop!"

The gray-robed leader gritted his teeth, his head tilted to the side, and he stopped breathing. It turned out these gray-robed men were all dead soldiers with poison hidden in their molars.

At this time, the remaining gray-robed men saw this and attacked Quan Aoyu and Jun Zijin in unison. The offensive of the remaining gray-robed men was clearly several degrees weaker than the gray-robed leader's, but there were too many of them, and they were dead soldiers who would fight to the death, making it difficult for the two to escape for a moment.

Quan Aoyu shielded Jun Zijin, not letting her suffer the slightest harm. He became ruthless and let out a loud shout; a burst of bright light erupted from his sword, and several gray-robed men died on the spot. Jun Zijin unleashed a handful of anesthetic needles, and several more fell.

Just as Jun Zijin was about to reach her limit, Bai Yu and Fei Ying finally arrived and slaughtered all the remaining gray-robed men. It turned out that the two of them had also encountered an ambush.