The Hedonist Sword God

Chapter 152: Jian Shen's rage

Recovering quickly from seeing what was happening on the outside, Wei Yan moved back through the door and effectively reduced the number of assassins who were could successfully land an attack on her.

Pulling out the sabre she always uses from her spatial ring, Wei Yan slashed forward and defected the remaining attacks.

Managing to get out of the first attack with no injuries, Wei Yan rushed forward and pierced the throat of two and killed them instantly.

Once again moving back so that not too many would be able to attack her at the same time, Wei Yan continued attacking and retreating at the same time due to which she managed to kill many of the assassins.

Unfortunately, while she did cut down their numbers which seemed endless, Wei Yan's own body was filled with deep injuries.

And without any doubt, her injuries had turned her weakened and open to the sword which swiftly pierced through her chest and just barely missed her heart.

That was also when she saw Wuying being taken away by the remaining assassins.

What happened next was all a blur and by the time she could truly sense or see anything, the boy whom her Master loved appeared before her and put something sweet inside her mouth.

That sweet round thing seemingly melted inside her mouth, and warm strands of gentle soothing Qi began flowing through her body from it.

Wherever those strands went by, Wei Yan's body which was close to knocking on the door of death suddenly starting bubbling with vitality.

At the same time, the deep life-threatening injuries on her body also started closing at a visible speed allowing Wei Yan's eyes to regain clarity.

"Jian... Shen?... Master?!!!"

Trying to get up, Wei Yan fell to the floor while clenching her chest in pain.

"Slow down. Even though your wounds have closed, it will take a few more minutes for you to stand on your feet."

Helping Wei Yan sit down on the floor and placing her back against the wall, Jian Shen desperately held his anxiety back so that he wouldn't make her nervous.

Waiting until she took a few deep breaths, Jian Shen asked in a time which was both gentle and nervous at the same time.

"Where's Wuying?"

With eyes starting to fill with tears, Wei Yan quickly explained everything that happened and pointed in the direction the assassins had left before she couldn't see them anymore.

"You did well. Now rest."

Having said those words, Jian Shen no longer behaved calm and gentle as he directly rushed off.

Not even bothering to carefully jump out of the window inside the room like Wei Yan said the assassins did, Jian Shen used his swords to cut a huge hole in the wall which he kicked and then ran through.

Taking to the skies immediately, Jian Shen used his senses to the max and picked up the scent of blood in the same direction he was flying towards.

Picking up the speed since he was sure about where to go, Jian Shen quickly found signs of some struggle having happened in the air since there was blood on the roofs of the buildings.

Pushing his speed to the max, Jian Shen finally saw Wuying.

With a sword in her hand, she was surrounded by almost a few hundred men covered in black clothes.

Not even saying a word, Jian Shen pulled out both of his swords and let his Qi run rampantly through them.

Gritting his teeth from how many injuries there were in Wuying's body, Jian Shen's eyes had turned completely red by the time he was close to the assassins.

"DIE!!!!!"

Turning around in the last moment, the ten or so men closest to Jian Shen already knew that it was too late to do anything else.

Slash!

With even their blood freezing as the white sword cut through their bodies, the ten men who were split into two had turned into twenty pieces of ice before they even fell to the floor.

Along with the sound of the ten men's split frozen bodies shattering when they hit the floor, Wuying weakly turned in the direction of Jian Shen.

Looking towards him with a concerned and happy expression, Wuying shouted, "Jian Shen!"

Smiling despite how nervous and angry he was, Jian Shen swung the Sword of Despair with his left hand and turned the twenty more men who were rushing towards him into minced meat.

Suddenly speeding up from seeing something, Jian Shen arrived in front of Wuying and pulled her to the side but he was already too late.

The knife he saw heading towards Wuying's neck had still managed to hit her.

Though he managed to make it miss her neck, it did nick the side of her shoulder.

With his expression turning grim as he noticed the violet coloured poison spreading on Wuying's skin at a visible speed, Jian Shen quickly out her inside the World Crest and asked Qingyu to help her.

Turning angry at how helpless he was and didn't even manage to protect Wuying who was right in front of him due to which she got poisoned, Jian Shen held the Sword of Despair with both his hands.

Filling the whole area around him and the assassins who were stunned from where their target had suddenly disappeared to, Jian Shen completely transferred the rage he had on himself at how weak he was towards the assassins who were responsible for all this.

"Get ready to meet your makers."