Chapter 54: The Flying Sword Claims a Life

Heroic and cold-blooded! Chen Mo nearly couldn't help but applaud for Liu Zijun—so impressive, it was unimaginable that a woman could be so cool! She was like someone who could kill without blinking. Chen Mo remembered that when he killed someone for the first time, his hands and feet trembled for a long time.

Ye Wenbin, face twisted with terror, pleaded, "Don't—don't kill me, heroine, madam, please don't kill me! I was only joking earlier, yes, it was just a joke, really. Our Ye Group has worked with your organization for so long, your guild will surely need us as it develops. Just let me go this time!"

Liu Zijun's blood-dripping sword pointed straight at Ye Wenbin's heart. She sneered, "Let you go? With your status as the Ye family's eldest son, can you swallow this humiliation? Besides, you've learned too many secrets about Nirvana Phoenix—you must die!"

A sharp, melodious sword cry rang out!

Liu Zijun released her longsword. It spun in the air, stirring whirlpools of wind—her signature move, Flying Sword of Death!

As the spinning sword was about to pierce Ye Wenbin's chest, dozens of black-clad figures suddenly flashed before him. One of them swung an axe, roaring as he threw it, striking the flying sword with perfect accuracy!

Sparks flew.

Axe and sword clashed in midair, sending ripples as they returned to their owners' hands.

Liu Zijun stared coldly at the more than twenty shadowy figures that had appeared. "Ye Wenbin! You despicable, shameless traitor—you've actually colluded with the Shadow Legion!"

So Ye Wenbin's earlier fear was all an act, just to toy with Liu Zijun.

"Oh dear, madam, I told you not to kill me and you wouldn't listen. I had no choice, so I worked with the Shadow Legion. Your Nirvana Phoenix is the greatest threat in Star City. If I capture you and follow the clues, I'll destroy your whole organization. Then the Ye family will be the top contributors—policy and resources will all favor us!"

More than twenty Shadow Warriors summoned their weapons and lined up, a wave of murderous energy pressing toward Liu Zijun.

Liu Zijun's body began to emit a red aura, growing denser until it enveloped her.

Phoenix’s Fury!

Liu Zijun activated her attack buff—her physical attack surged by 150%!

"You think you can kill me with just this? Watch my sword!"

Liu Zijun swung her sword at high speed, dancing with the grace of a ballerina. The shadows of her blade layered and blossomed into sword flowers, slashing toward the Shadow Warriors.

The Shadow Warriors were elite soldiers, maintaining ten evolution trainings daily—the weakest among them could run ten thousand meters and had all purchased the Warrior role package.

Facing Liu Zijun’s sword dance, the Shadow Warriors remained calm. A squad of six raised their assault rifles and unleashed a barrage—rat-tat-tat-tat-tat! A wild hail of bullets!

Liu Zijun was forced to switch from attack to defense, blocking the bullets.

Suddenly, the gunfire stopped. Twelve Shadow Warriors charged forward in perfect coordination, sealing off all Liu Zijun’s escape routes—heavy slash! Double slash! Jump slash! Crescent slash!

All sorts of skills were unleashed. Though they were just basic warrior skills, attacking simultaneously made it hard for Liu Zijun to keep up.

Clang, clang, clang—sharp metallic sounds echoed.

Liu Zijun pushed her attack speed to the limit, countering every move, but there were too many enemies. Her left shoulder and back took two hits, blades piercing her ribs—pain seared, blood gushed.

"Ah—"

Liu Zijun raised her sword high and shouted, "Even if I die, I’ll take you down with me!"

Flying Sword of Death!

Liu Zijun knew she likely wouldn’t survive today, so she abandoned defense, fighting life for life, aiming to slay several Shadow Warriors before falling.

But the Shadow Warriors gave her no chance. Seeing her desperate assault, they retreated swiftly, refusing to engage.

The gun squad fired another burst, blocking Liu Zijun’s pursuit and forcing her to fend off bullets again!

Liu Zijun was frustrated—her skills couldn’t show their full power. This combination of modern weapons and warrior skills was too monstrous, and she couldn’t think of a way to break through.

Shot multiple times, she fell to one knee. She was no ordinary person, so even badly wounded, she resisted fiercely, refusing to surrender.

Chen Mo watched from the rooftop, deeply admiring the girl’s indomitable spirit, but he had no intention of playing the hero. First, he had no connection to her, so there was no reason to help; second, the twenty-plus Shadow Warriors were formidable, and with their guns, even if Chen Mo went all out, he might not escape unscathed. So he decided to stay put and observe.

Ye Wenbin, seeing Liu Zijun had lost her combat strength, swaggered forward to mock her: "Oh, you people—don’t you know how to cherish beauty? Look what you’ve done to my adorable little lady. Liu Zijun, give up, stop struggling. You’re doomed today, no one can save you. Why not reveal your organization’s secret bases and member list? I guarantee your life will be safe, and whatever you want, I’ll give it to you!"

"I want you dead!"

Whoosh—

Despite her wounds, Liu Zijun summoned her last strength and unleashed her skill—Flying Sword of Death!

"Ah!"

Ye Wenbin’s face turned ashen. He never expected that Liu Zijun, riddled with bullets and countless sword and knife wounds, could still muster the power to attack.

At such close range, with such speed!

Ye Wenbin had no time to dodge, and the Shadow Warriors were too late to save him.

Sss—

Flying Sword of Death! Pierced straight through the heart!

Ye Wenbin’s eyes widened to circles, his face twisted in agony as he let out a hideous roar: "You vile woman! Quick, kill her, kill—"

Thud!

Ye Wenbin collapsed before he could finish his last words.

"Heh!" Liu Zijun finally laughed, radiant. "To see this treacherous villain die with my own eyes—now I have no regrets!"

The Shadow Squad’s captain spoke sternly, "Liu Zijun! By the charge of threatening social order, I am officially arresting you. Hands on your head, crawl to the ground. Do not resist, or you will be executed on the spot!"

"Threatening social order? Hahaha! Ridiculous, truly ridiculous! We only seek freedom, never harming anyone—what threat is there? If you want to arrest me, catch me in hell!"

Liu Zijun, fearless of death, suddenly sprang up, rushing at the Shadow Captain.

The captain shook his head helplessly. His great axe was already raised—the next moment, Liu Zijun’s body would be split in two!

Bang!

The axe struck empty air, smashing into the ground, sending shards flying!

The captain was stunned—where was she?!

"Captain! Over there!"

Turning around, the captain saw a figure clad in a blood-red cloak, wearing a white and chilling mask, standing by Ye Wenbin’s corpse, holding the weakened Liu Zijun in his arms.