Even so, the force of his blow was astonishing. The assassin cried out and fell behind the rockery.
Song Qingshu had not expected the other party to offer no resistance at all. He had learned from the guards that this assassin possessed formidable martial arts and struck with ruthless ferocity. On top of that, the assassin had caused him unforeseeable trouble, leaving him with a knot of anger in his chest. Thus, his first reaction upon seeing the assassin had been to strike heavily.
Yet things had developed somewhat beyond his expectations. The sensation from his palm just now, along with the assassin's pained cry, both indicated that the assassin was a woman.
"Who are you?" Song Qingshu came to the assassin's side and asked in a low voice.
"It's me." The assassin spoke weakly as she pulled off the black cloth covering her face, revealing a charmingly beautiful visage. Her lovely eyes shimmered, her peach-blossom cheeks were flushed, and she was truly a peerless beauty. A trace of blood lingered at the corner of her lips, made all the more conspicuous against her fair skin.
"Li Mochou?" Countless possibilities had flashed through Song Qingshu's mind, but he had never imagined the assassin would be her!
"Weren't you at Blackwood Cliff?" He had made an agreement with Li Mochou before: she would work for him for several years, and then he would grant her freedom. The task he had assigned her then was to remain at Blackwood Cliff in case the Sun Moon Holy Cult made any unusual moves.
"I..." Li Mochou was about to answer when she suddenly coughed up another small mouthful of blood. Clearly, her injuries were serious.
"Assassin!" At that moment, quite a few palace guards ran in this direction. Song Qingshu's movements just now had