Chapter 825: First Volume_Chapter 825: Night of Assassination in Northern Di

First Volume_Chapter 825: Night of Assassination in Northern Di

Qin Feng had faced powerful opponents before, but never one as strong as the Black-Clothed Man before him.

In response to Qin Feng's question, the Black-Clothed Man's eyes were cold and unrippled, like a pure embodiment of death.

"You're about to die—don't waste your breath."

The Black-Clothed Man pulled an Iron Needle from his sleeve; evidently, he excelled in Dark Weapons.

Facing such a master assassin, it was no wonder the Anwu Guard accompanying Qin Feng had been wiped out entirely.

Qin Feng's mind immediately flashed on one name: Wei Xiao.

Wei Xiao's strength qualified him as Number One Under Heaven Killer, yet Qin Feng had faced Wei Xiao's skills—and they paled in comparison to the Black-Clothed Man's.

If his Assassination-technique surpassed Wei Xiao's, there was only one possibility!

The Black-Clothed Man before him was the legendary Mountain Hidden Master!

Qin Feng gripped his shoulder tightly to slow the bleeding, gave Ning Hu a warning glance to stay still, then feigned calmness as he faced the Black-Clothed Man.

"Do you know Wei Xiao?"

Upon hearing the name, the Black-Clothed Man's expression did not change.

"I've heard of him—a Heaven Ranking Assassin with some fame in Liang Kingdom. Too bad, this is Great Di!"

At these words, Qin Feng's heart sank halfway.

The man was from Northern Di, and he showed no regard for Wei Xiao or the Heavenly Ranking—clearly, he was here to avenge Northern Di's humiliation.

Who would have thought such a high-level figure lurked among these patriotic Northern Di fools?

To buy time, Qin Feng ignored the Black-Clothed Man's lethal intent and kept talking.

"Great hero, with your skill, killing me is like crushing an ant."

"But have you considered what price your nation will pay after you kill me?"

"I am not only Envoy of Great Liang—I am Lord of the Northern Border!"

The Black-Clothed Man clearly knew Qin Feng inside out; hearing these words, he showed no emotional reaction at all—this coldness deepened Qin Feng's despair.

Qin Feng had prepared for every possible enemy, yet never imagined the Mountain Hidden Master would get involved.

The Black-Clothed Man pinched the Iron Needle and flicked it lightly; several drops of liquid splashed onto Qin Feng's face, accompanied by a pungent stench.

"Poison?!"

Seeing Qin Feng's tense reaction, the Black-Clothed Man's gaze grew even more contemptuous.

"I never strike unless I mean to kill."

"Qin Feng, aren't you the Liang's National Hero, the once-in-a-generation genius? Even all of Great Di fears you. Yet you're still flesh and blood, subject to the seven emotions and six desires—now, facing death, you're afraid."

"In recognition of your many feats, I'll give you one piece of advice: abandon all illusions. Tonight, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal descending from heaven cannot save you."

As his words ended, the Black-Clothed Man's arm trembled—the Iron Needle shot straight for Qin Feng's heart.

The man gave Qin Feng no chance whatsoever—he aimed solely to kill!

Just as Qin Feng believed death was certain, a flash of cold light appeared out of nowhere, striking the Iron Needle and deflecting it.

Qin Feng froze—he saw two Iron Needles scattered on the ground. Before he could react, a familiar voice came from behind.

"Old Wu, lend me a favor—spare Qin Feng's life, will you?"

Turning, Qin Feng saw a familiar figure emerge from the nearby Alleyway—it was… Wei Xiao?!

"Wei Xiao? What are you doing here?"

In response to Qin Feng's question, Wei Xiao ignored him entirely—he focused entirely on Old Wu, not daring to slacken for a moment.

Old Wu's expression remained blank—he clearly did not regard Wei Xiao as a threat.

"As a Heaven Ranking Assassin, how could you associate with Qin Feng, a court hawk?"

Wei Xiao moved silently to Qin Feng's side and said gravely: "Qin Feng once saved my life. And… if he dies, Li Yuxiao will be heartbroken."

At this, Old Wu sneered: "So this is loving the house and its birds?"

Wei Xiao did not deny it. Even now, he had never let go of Li Yuxiao—but he knew clearly that he and she were destined never to be together. Moreover, under Qin Feng's protection, Li Yuxiao was safe and would enjoy a life of splendor.

How could a wandering assassin like Wei Xiao compare to the Lord of the Northern Border?

He did not wish to see Li Yuxiao heartbroken, and he sought to repay Qin Feng's life-saving debt—ever since Qin Feng left Liang Capital, Wei Xiao had secretly guarded him.

As long as Qin Feng returned alive to Great Liang, Wei Xiao would have repaid his debt—and then they would be even.

Wei Xiao was not a man who liked to reason—but before Old Wu, he had no choice.

After all, this was the Mountain Hidden Master—a true apex master. If they clashed, Wei Xiao could only delay Qin Feng's death—he had no chance of victory.

"May I ask you, Old Wu: did someone order you to assassinate Qin Feng tonight, or was it your own decision?"

Old Wu's patience was nearly spent: "What difference does it make?"

Wei Xiao quickly explained: "If you were ordered, I could understand—it's just taking money to eliminate a target. But if you chose this yourself, then you must be trying to restore Great Di's prestige."

"Yet good intentions only lead to bad outcomes."

"Killing Qin Feng won't improve your nation's situation—it will plunge you into greater disaster."

Despite Wei Xiao's pleading, Old Wu's stance remained unshaken: "Chang Tong Bu Ru Duan Tong! Qin Feng never stopped wanting to destroy Great Di. As long as he lives, he will keep harming our interests."

"Perhaps killing him will reignite war—but if we grit our teeth and endure this trial, we will earn glory for a thousand generations!"

Neither Wei Xiao nor Old Wu were court officials—calling them short-sighted was not even an insult.

It wasn't an insult, because most people, on the level of national interest, think exactly this way.

Qin Feng gritted his teeth, enduring the searing pain in his shoulder, and cut in: "Endure this trial? Old Wu, you vastly overestimate your nation's strength."

"If Great Di truly had the strength to fight again, the annihilation of the Snow Wolf Brigade alone would have been enough to rally your armies and march on Great Liang. So what happened? You swallowed your pride and stayed silent!"

These words enraged Old Wu.

Though not a court official, his heart was bound to his homeland—true heroism, after all, means serving country and people.

And Qin Feng, facing death, still dared to denigrate Great Di as worthless—truly seeking his own demise.

Old Wu's eyes brimmed with killing intent: "Truly, one doesn't shed tears until faced with the coffin!"

Qin Feng knew well that the more he showed weakness, the harder it would be to escape alive; since this Old Wu had come to protect his country and defend its people, Qin Feng could exploit this fact.

If he laid out the stakes, broke them apart and crushed them, Old Wu would naturally hesitate to act.

"What am I to your nation's current plight?"