Chapter 160: I’ll Go Avenge You!
Lin Xin paused briefly, then charged into the crowd again with her blade, this time playing big by mobilizing all her wood element ability. The wild grass on the ground grew wildly, tripping those people from time to time, greatly facilitating her attacks, and many more lives ended in her hands.
Chu Yu on the horse carriage was already numb. He knew Lin Xin’s combat power was high and had witnessed it in several previous fights, but he never imagined her full-force aura would be so outrageously powerful.
Watching that delicate figure shuttle through the crowd harvesting lives, he surprisingly didn’t feel it was bloody or cruel; instead, there was an absurd sense that it was only natural.
Suddenly, a silver flash accompanied by a black shadow streaked by, catching him off guard. It was too late to swing his sword to block, and as the sharp sword was about to pierce through his body, Chu Yu despairingly closed his eyes.
A “whoosh” sound of breaking air rang out. Before the expected pain arrived, Lin Xin’s angry voice sounded in Chu Yu’s ears: “I told you to guard the horse carriage, what are you doing?”
Chu Yu abruptly opened his eyes and saw the tip of the sharp sword that had just attacked him stopped less than three inches from his brow. Looking further down, he met the incredulous gaze of the tightly wrapped man in black, and that branch that had pierced through from his back and out his front chest!
A branch?
Chu Yu had lived over twenty years, and for the first time doubted if his eyes were failing him.
“What are you spacing out for!” Lin Xin’s voice rose a pitch, abruptly pulling back Chu Yu’s wandering clarity. He quickly steadied his mind, gripped his long sword tightly, dealt with a man in black who had come to the horse carriage side trying a sneak attack because of his earlier daze, and then focused on guarding outside the horse carriage.
“Hiss~” Her opponent was already tough to handle, and now with part of her attention diverted, Lin Xin finally gave an Imperial Guard an opening. A sword stabbed into her abdomen, sharp pain assaulting her, making her unable to hold back a muffled grunt. In her heart, she cursed Chu Yu bloody; if not for his distraction in the heat of battle, how would she end up like this!
The man in black landed a hit and without hesitation continued slashing fiercely at her, using an almost suicidal fighting style.
Lin Xin clutched her wound and frowned, circulating her remaining wood element ability to barely repair a small half of the injury, her gaze turning icy cold.
This time, she directly used her water element supernatural ability to lock onto the man in black still relentlessly attacking her. Her sword-gripping hand moved slightly, and the person about to stab her again suddenly froze, his face twisting in extreme pain. His whole body abruptly collapsed to the ground, then visibly lost all moisture at a speed the eye could see, turning into a charred corpse!
His state was too horrifying; the fighting actions of those nearby all stopped. Not far away, several Imperial Guards exchanged glances and all made the same decision in their hearts: this woman could not be left alive!
Although they had already tried to estimate Lin Xin’s strength as high as possible, it still seemed conservative now. If this woman were allowed to continue living, it could very likely cause incalculable serious consequences to the Third Prince’s grand plan!
The tacit understanding cultivated over years made them almost simultaneously strike at Lin Xin, their moves ruthlessly aimed at taking her life, utterly disregarding if they themselves would be injured or even killed.
Lin Xin naturally sensed the gap between them and felt it was getting tricky, even starting to consider whether to expose her space.
Just as three more wounds appeared on her body and another sword was about to stab into her chest, a silver arrow came galloping from behind her, shooting into the chest of the man in black opposite her. Its momentum unabated, it passed through him and into the chest of the man in black behind him, not stopping until it had pierced three men in black in a row, finally embedding in the fourth person.
At the same time, Mo Ziyuan appeared beside Lin Xin on horseback like a heavenly god descending, leaning over to gently scoop her into his arms by the waist, then placing her on his horse’s back.
“Take Miss Lin to the horse carriage first; leave this side to us!” Gao Yong roared from behind him, charging into the crowd of men in black on horseback. His spear danced like a dragon, harvesting another wave of the already depleted men in black killed by Lin Xin. Fu Jing and Zhou Qi followed behind him charging into the crowd.
Their arrival completely changed the situation. In the end, aside from several Imperial Guards, all the men in black lay lifeless on the ground.
All the Imperial Guards stood back-to-back in a circle, swords crossed before their chests, but in their hearts they already knew not only had this mission failed, but they would likely lose their lives here too.
Over there, Mo Ziyuan had already sent Lin Xin back to the horse carriage. Seeing her covered in blood, his heart ached like it was being twisted by a knife.
“Sis!” Seeing Lin Xin’s state, Lin Nan’s eyes suddenly widened, misty tears rapidly welling up, and he rushed over.
“Auntie!” Lin Tao followed right after.
“She has wounds on her body; none of you touch her!” Mo Ziyuan carefully placed Lin Xin inside the horse carriage, then sternly asked Lin Nan: “You’ve studied with Old Cui for a while now; you should be able to bandage wounds!”
Lin Nan nodded vigorously: “I can do it!”
“Alright, I’m fine. This wound just looks serious with a lot of blood; it’s actually not that bad. I can bandage it myself!” Seeing Mo Ziyuan arrive, the heavy stone in Lin Xin’s heart finally fell. Exhaustion and pain followed, frantically tormenting her nerves, but looking at the worried gazes of the three men before her—two big and one small—she had to force herself to stay spirited and comfort them.
“Xin’er!” Fire nearly burst from Mo Ziyuan’s eyes, but seeing Lin Xin’s insistent gaze, he still nodded. “I’ll go avenge you right now; I absolutely won’t let a single one go.”
“Good, best not to let them escape, or I fear I won’t have peaceful days ahead!” Lin Xin, pale-faced, leaned against the carriage compartment, trying to sound playful.
Mo Ziyuan turned wordlessly, sword in hand, and walked off radiating killing intent.
Although he said nothing, everyone could feel the low pressure emanating from him, especially the Imperial Guards, who even sensed his unparalleled killing intent toward them!
“Kill!” It was already a do-or-die situation anyway; the Imperial Guards harbored no more illusions, roared loudly, and charged at them from several directions.
They planned to break through separately, ensuring at least one could escape from here and inform the Third Prince of what happened.
But since they had seriously injured Lin Xin, this plan was doomed to fail.
