CHAPTER 308: CHAPTER 308: NO CORPSE LEFT WHOLE

He slightly tightened his grip on the lamp, and with a "crack," the handle broke, causing the glass lamp in his hand to fall into the ruins.

The glass shattered, and the candle inside was quickly extinguished by the rain.

Li Tianxing said coldly, "The most shameful thing in this world is letting your enemy use the sword in your hand to kill you."

As soon as he said this, the assassins shuddered, and immediately, as if they didn’t care for their lives, rushed towards Shen Qinglan.

After killing dozens of people, Shen Qinglan’s physical strength gradually declined, yet she still dared not relax for a moment.

At such a moment, if she let her guard down even for a second, it would mean her death!

These people were assassins who had gone through rigorous training, just like her in her past life, most of them were people who crawled out from hell; they were not afraid of death, but they feared being despised by their master.

Shen Qing held the scimitar with both hands, clenching her teeth, her mind and body tense, allowing herself no chance to relax.

Even with the rain washing down, the bloody scent around was still overwhelmingly strong.

"Ugh—"

When she killed the fiftieth person, her strength finally began to ebb.

Her left arm was slashed by a scimitar, and blood gushed out instantly.

She was still too careless.

Against Li Tianxing alone, she would not have been afraid; at worst, she could run if she couldn’t win, but now...

She endured the pain, looking at the people enclosing her tightly, couldn’t help but smile wryly in her heart.

Escape? That’s impossible!

Only dying in battle was the only way out.

However, she still didn’t want to die!

Thinking of the Shen Family, thinking of Duan Yunfei, she couldn’t bear to die no matter what.

Perhaps she found light in the dark and faith amidst confusion.

She only felt a warm stream, flowing from her Dantian to her limbs and bones, the strength that had just been somewhat depleted, returned again to her body.

She ignored the pain coming from her arm, her scimitar still swung, fending off scimitars attacking from all directions.

"Oh?"

In the darkness, a hint of surprise appeared on Li Tianxing’s wrinkled face, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Such a strong surge of Inner Strength!"

"Ah—"

Suddenly, a few shrill screams emanated from the crowd, several assassins were unexpectedly flung away, most terrifyingly, their bodies shattered into pieces in mid-air.

This bloody scene made the assassins who were originally struggling to advance, involuntarily halt.

Even Li Tianxing couldn’t help but widen his eyes, subconsciously taking a cold breath.

Even Shen Qinglan herself was taken aback.

In a sudden moment of desperation, she recalled some methods of channeling Inner Strength written in the manual Chu Wuqu gave her, she tried to follow the instructions once, wanting to merge the Inner Strength within her into the scimitar, unexpectedly, as soon as she accumulated enough Inner Strength, those assassins rushing at her were already flung away.

Indeed, these things on her, were impossible to comprehend by herself, only in actual combat could they be discovered.

"Come on!" She snapped back to her senses, said coldly, "Continue!"

The assassins looked at each other, but their steps involuntarily retreated.

Death was not terrifying, but dying with a body in pieces, now that was truly terrifying!

They witnessed their companions shattering into pieces right in front of them, even Li Tianxing, who had killed countless, couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe.

At this moment, a streak of white light shot straight towards Li Tianxing standing in the ruins with a "whoosh."

A chill instantly spread all around.

Although Li Tianxing managed to dodge swiftly, a piece of his clothing was still sliced off.