Murong Feiyan showed no mercy either. Her sword rose and fell, stabbing two men dead in succession, before she punched another assailant to the ground.
Only then did Hu Xiaotian climb out of the blood-red pool. An arrow stuck out of his backside. Though it had not penetrated deeply, the pain still made him bare his teeth and grimace. Liu Kuohai hurried forward and helped haul him out of the water, exclaiming, "Lord Hu, you're hurt?"
Hu Xiaotian nodded and twisted his head to look behind him. The arrow was still lodged in his backside, making it look as though he had sprouted a tail. He sucked in a breath of cold air.
Murong Feiyan had already struck the two assassins' pressure points, immobilizing them.
Hu Xiaotian limped over to the pair. Remembering the arrow in his backside, he felt fury burn through his heart. He raised his foot and kicked one assassin hard in the face, snarling, "Fuck you... how dare you... ambush an official... owww..." The movement sent agonizing pain through his backside.
Murong Feiyan inspected the arrow in his backside. Judging by the length of shaft exposed, it should not have gone in very deep. She felt some concern for him, yet his bedraggled appearance also made her want to laugh. He had let his triumph go to his head, and now he had learned his lesson.
Liu Kuohai walked over and tore the black cloths from the two men's faces. "Talk!" he roared. "Who sent you?"
The pair trembled with fear. Having witnessed the fighting firsthand, they had long since been scared out of their wits. More than a dozen of them had come, and five had died in the blink of an eye. These people were ruthless.
One of them said in a shaking voice,