Though the assassin had repelled the attack from above, he was grievously wounded and could barely stand. Even knowing he was finished, his desire to survive remained fierce. He still wanted to leap away and escape, still hoped his accomplice would come to his rescue.
But the two men he had tried to assassinate gave him no chance to break free. They were determined to strike while he was weak and take his life. He had driven back the one in the air, only for the one on the ground to immediately charge in for the kill.
Swaying on his feet, he tried to muster his last scrap of strength to counterattack, only to notice something strange about his opponent's assault.
As Shi Chun rushed toward him, he suddenly puffed out his cheeks and spat. The mouthful he had yet to swallow sprayed out with the liquor, shooting straight at the assassin's face.
The assassin was already exhausted in body and mind, incapable of thinking clearly. Not knowing what killing move this was, he blasted out a palm strike with all his strength.
Having spat out that mouthful, Shi Chun rolled along the ground and rose again, dodging the strike overhead. A waterfall of saber light erupted as he rose, slashing diagonally upward from below. Blood instantly burst and sprayed along its path.
The swaying man was cleaved diagonally in two. With disbelief on his face, he looked down, felt the savage pain, and saw his body collapse, belly split open and entrails spilling out.
Wu Jinliang, who had been hurled away by a single blow, landed on the first-floor eaves. Broken tiles clattered to the ground beneath his feet. Gripping a window with one hand, he turned just in time to see Shi Chun cut the assassin apart.
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