A Mix-Up

Despite being on guard, Song Qingshu was still startled by the vicious slash. He could keenly sense the incomparably grim, dense killing intent within it. Who knew how many people this man had killed to develop such an aura? If he had been caught off guard by that sneak attack, even he did not know whether he could have dodged it.

With a tap of his toe, he retreated several yards. Looking at the gash in his clothes where the blade qi had cut across his chest, Song Qingshu sighed. "The world truly is full of hidden masters. Who would have thought that some obscure guard in the Jin Imperial Palace could possess such skill? If you ventured into the martial world, you would surely become renowned. Wouldn't that be better than serving as a slave in this palace?"

Compared to Song Qingshu, the guard was clearly even more shocked. He had not expected his unfailing slash to be evaded by this little eunuch. He reacted quickly, however, and soon asked in a low voice, "You are not Xiao Xingzi. Who are you?"

"Like you, merely someone without name or surname," Song Qingshu replied. In his previous life, he had seen plenty of villains in film and television die from talking too much. Though he did not consider himself a villain, he wholeheartedly agreed that one should not get carried away.

"Whoever you are, you die tonight!" The guard did not waste words. He raised his blade and chopped at Song Qingshu.

Sensing the heavy deathly aura on the man's blade, Song Qingshu did not dare casually catch it between his fingers. Stepping through the Seven Stars, his entire figure blurred. The other man slashed thirteen times in succession, yet did not even touch the corner of his clothes.

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