Chapter 878: Chapter 676: I’ll Be Waiting for You in Hell

Even though the subordinate’s voice was very low, how could Ning Feiyan, with her cultivation, not hear it?

Immediately, the faint smile on her face gradually disappeared, the night in her loving eyes deepened, as if something cold and heavy was about to fall.

The assassin leader, upon hearing the subordinate’s words, instinctively prepared to look at Ning Feiyan’s abdomen. Before the killing intent could solidify in his eyes, a breeze suddenly stirred beside him, the withered leaves and dust it carried hinted at a sharpness that stung the eyes.

The leader couldn’t help but close his eyes, and the next moment, something warm and sticky splashed onto his cheek. Before he could open his eyes, the sound of a heavy body hitting the ground was heard nearby.

He raised a hand to wipe his cheek, opened his eyes, and saw his palm covered in sticky red liquid. A chill swept through his heart, and he dared not move.

In the corner of his eye, he saw that the subordinate who had been whispering suggestions into his ear moments ago had lost his head, the neck sliced smoothly, bright red blood spraying like a fountain. The headless body lying in the dry leaves and branches seemed not entirely dead.

The limbs convulsed and twitched on the ground, the ten fingers clawed the earth like gruesome talons, showing the intense pain it suffered.

Cold sweat slowly soaked through the leader’s clothes, and a gust of wind sent a chill through his entire body.

He heard the sound of clothes rustling in the wind behind him.

Yet he couldn’t turn back, because a cold, slender finger was gently resting on the back of his neck, a slightly long, sharp nail piercing shallowly into the skin.

The back of his neck tingled as if pricked by a needle, clearly indicating that a harmful toxin had already entered his body.

A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his temple, and he said coldly, “If you kill me, you still won’t escape easily from this pursuit tonight.”

In the jungle, shadows flickered silently among the trees, and countless Shadow Kills lurked in the darkness of night, murder in their midst.

As an assassin of the Demon World, he knew well the price for hunting a River Lord like Mohe.

By choosing to be here, he was already prepared to risk his life, determined to complete this mission no matter what, to wash away the shame for the prince and secure the monarch’s favor.

The leader’s gaze turned cold, but who would have thought that the icy finger on his neck would withdraw.

A soft laugh came from behind him.

He tightened his grip on the scimitar hidden within his sleeve, slowly turning to face the woman in purple beneath the moonlight. Her loving eyes curved slightly, her pointed chin sharp, a haunting allure in the thick night mist and residual twilight.

What was even more shocking was her calm demeanor as she held an eye-popping head, bloodstains dotting her skirt hem, like a seductive demon emerging from the dark night.

“Even if I don’t kill you tonight, I can still leave safely.” With a flick of her hand, Ning Feiyan conjured a Demon Fire, burning the head to ash, which scattered with the wind from her fingertips.

The leader seemed unable to bear being so disregarded and mocked, his expression darkened as he said coldly, “Young Master Mi Lu’s influence spreads far and wide, and while Ning River Lord can rely on cultivation to outrun the many tailing assassins and arrive safely in this Northern Forest, the forces of the second river’s Dark Department hidden in Beiyuan Forest are by no means ordinary. River Lord Ning shouldn’t overestimate herself. I remember that the grave wound you received in Mo City has yet to fully heal, hasn’t it?”

The leader did not know the full extent of Ning Feiyan’s injuries, but his guess was not unreasonable.

Shemari was like a malignant tumor, stubborn and viciously embedded in her body. Although Baili An’s multiple dual cultivation sessions suppressed the injury, the foundation-damaging wound was not something that could heal overnight.

The four-day nourishing recuperation in the glass tub only neutralized the harm of the medicinal bath’s cold poison to her body.

Though her new injuries were healed, the underlying chronic wounds remained unresolved.

Otherwise, why would it be said that Shemari is a unique entity in heaven and earth, capable of slaying God Demons?

Ning Feiyan smiled, saying, “You know quite a bit, but did your master never teach you to stop talking nonsense when you kill?”

The leader, no longer interested in verbal sparring with this dangerous woman whose words were few but decisive, summoned the scorpion-tailed scimitar from his sleeve with a flash of defiance in his eyes, raising his arm with a shout, “Kill her for me!”

Hidden shadow assassins in the jungle under the night sounded like moving leaves, their invisible killing intent stretched taut like a silent bowstring.

Ning Feiyan’s smile faded, her cold gaze sweeping around.

Just as the leader said, Mi Lu, being the Young Lord of the Demon Clan, was two thousand years older than the current emperor. In these two thousand years, Mi Lu had enough time to cultivate a massive empire-level assassin organization.

Although the forest might seem quiet now, the assassins hidden within it were probably more numerous than the stars at night.

Though she could suppress this wave of death-seeking assassins with her cultivation realm, this endless pursuit would undoubtedly lead to significant depletion and losses, which was obviously detrimental to her subsequent plans.

Apparently, she underestimated Mi Lu’s determination to kill her. She, just a small River Lord exiled from the realm, could warrant the Young Lord himself diverting most of his forces away from dealing with greater threats like the Demon Lord, concentrating them solely on her.

Is this the classic revenge mindset of wanting to destroy what one can’t obtain?