Old Man Mu poked his head out of a snowdrift and stared in astonishment at He Nu, standing atop the wall. "Madman." He mouthed the word silently, then quietly reminded the Dragon King, "Are we going to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, or join in and steal the show? You decide."
Gu Shenwei's original plan had been to steal the Golden-Crowned Great Peng and thus enrage the Unrivaled King. Now it seemed unnecessary. The Dragon King's provocation was insignificant compared with Moonlight Hall's. As for stealing the show, if Gu Shenwei had wanted to attack Golden Peng Fortress directly, he would have led his troops through the pass months ago.
Before leaving, Gu Shenwei got to see the strength He Nu had gained after her power had returned.
Two assassins worked together to launch a sneak attack on He Nu. They had been hiding by the corner of the wall, taking no part in stopping the intruders who had gone ahead. Now they crawled up the wall like a pair of venomous snakes, baring their deadly fangs at their target's feet.
She didn't draw her sword. That went against the assassin's code: even when facing a beggar who couldn't use martial arts, one had to give it everything. Her greatly increased power seemed to have changed her temperament, making her more like the head of a sect. He Nu held both hands before her chest, fingers curled into claws. The two attackers shot upward like leaves caught in a whirlpool.
They still controlled the Narrow Sabers in their hands and continued thrusting at their target, only now aiming for the more vulnerable chest and abdomen instead of the lower body. But they couldn't control themselves.
Their fingers dug into the tops of their heads. Their two