Chapter 454
If it were any ordinary person, they would have let Xia Xun go for Shi Fan's safety. However, although Zhan Feiyu was young, her actions were always decisive, and officials like Lord Yao truly couldn't predict what she would do.
"Everyone, get out of the way, or I'll kill him!" a sinister threat rang out. Xia Xun tightened his grip on the knife in his right hand, and the sharp blade immediately cut a bloody gash on Shi Fan's neck. Crimson blood instantly flowed from the wound.
Glancing at the fierce-faced Xia Xun, He Sheng said in a low voice, "Miss can agree to him."
Even if he managed to escape the yamen, what good would it do? With the Imperial Dragon Guard on his trail, Xia Xun would eventually be apprehended no matter where he fled.
A cruel and cold smile played on his lips. Xia Xun increased the pressure on his hand again. Hearing Shi Fan's pained groan, his eyes gleamed with triumph. "Miss Zhan, you are a scholar. There's no need to tarnish your reputation for someone like me. If I can't escape today, I'll definitely take a few people with me. I won't be at a loss in the underworld!"
His gaze swept through the crowd. Upon seeing familiar figures, Zhan Feiyu's heart settled. "Everyone else, make way."
When Xia Xun suddenly made his move, everyone had already retreated. Hearing Zhan Feiyu's words, they parted to the sides once more. But the change happened in an instant.
"Who are you..." Xia Xun's voice turned sharp as he sensed something was wrong. He made a sudden move with his right hand, seemingly intending to drag Shi Fan to his death with him.
Unfortunately, Yin Wuyan's movements were faster than Xia Xun's. The crowd only saw a blur of movement, and blood spurted out into the night.
What swift skill! Xiao Zimo and the martial artists present had a sudden change in their expressions. In just a moment, Xia Xun had fallen to the ground, blood gushing from his neck. A few muffled groans came from his throat, but despite his unwillingness, his death was sealed.
Shi Fan stood frozen on the spot. Looking at Xia Xun's corpse in the pool of blood, he finally reacted, staggering back several steps in terror.
Yin Wuyan wiped the blood from his sword, not even glancing at Xia Xun's body. He strode towards Zhan Feiyu.
Lord Yao and Lord Zheng also recognized him at this moment. Wasn't this the Imperial Dragon Guard who had killed over a dozen experts from the Commander's Office at the yamen entrance that day? It was only natural for Xia Xun to die by his sword.
Still wearing the face of an ordinary middle-aged man, Yin Wuyan stood to Zhan Feiyu's left, his expression solemn and his eyes cold, like the most loyal of guards.