Zhao Jiangui has seen Ji Han's sword.

When Ji Han practiced the sword, he had once inadvertently caught sight of incomplete pattern of a move, he is very clear on Ji Han's foundation.

He had also heard of Ji Han's sword from the population of Jianghu.

If fighting alone, these three people aren't Ji Han's match at all; one against two enemies, Ji Han can probably still narrowly win; but supposing three people undertake the task at the same time, employing lowly methods, Ji Han can perhaps seriously injure one or two, but he himself will also undoubtedly lose.

They are ordered to come take his life, if he loses, naturally his life also will no longer exist.

s.h.i.+ Ge suddenly opens his mouth with utmost regret to say, "Ji Jiaozhu, if you don't struggle, you can still die more comfortably."

Ji Han stares at him coldly, not speaking at all.

s.h.i.+ Ge is forced to sigh, "What a pity."

Xu Jingying wrinkles her brows in disgust, "Tenderness for the fairer s.e.x! Before killing someone, can you not have to say this nauseating bulls.h.i.+t?!"

s.h.i.+ Ge is forced to shut his mouth.

Zhao Jiangui is even more worried yet.

Many young people who make a name for themselves as youths will overestimate their actual strength, he worries Ji Han is also like this.

If he doesn't overestimate himself, then he really should know that he's undoubtedly destined to lose this fight.

Since this is the case, why does he still undertake the task?

Could it be he only wants to stall for time waiting until the rest of the Demon Sect rushes in?

Zhao Jiangui truly can't fully understand.

Nowadays he also isn't thinking about these matters.

Although his sword is not at his side, he can still search for something else to take its place.

Even if he has to rely on the flesh of his palms, he must certainly guard Ji Han's life.

Guaizi Sun suddenly says with a strange smile, "Then there's no need to waste time. Ji Jiaozhu, draw your sword."

Ji Han still doesn't speak.

His sword is already in his hand.

Guaizi Sun uses an iron walking stick, Xu Jingying uses a sword, and s.h.i.+ Ge uses a long whip.

Ji Han's sword has just been unsheathed, s.h.i.+ Ge's long whip already covers Ji Han's head and face, slicing down. When talking to Ji Han just then he had been extremely sympathetic and tender to him, but undertaking this task he doesn't leave the least bit of sentiment. His style is yin, vicious, and ruthless. It seems like in a split second Ji Han has already changed into his enemy with which he cannot live under the same sky.

Xu Jingying and Guaizi Sun also advance on him, attacking at the same time.

Zhao Jiangui's heart almost catches in his throat.

The head maidservant rigidly protects him behind her, as if he is already considered a sick person on his last breath. He wants to push away the head maidservant, Guaizi Sun's iron walking stick suddenly turns in a bend, advances driving in his direction.

In front of these few people, the head maidservant's gongfu honestly doesn't count as anything, in her hand is a flexible sword. She's completely unable to resist this move.

Zhao Jiangui firmly grasps her arm, urgently forcing her back to evade the iron stick.

Guaizi Sun calls out strangely.

"Zhao Jiangui!" He raises his voice to shout, "Join in on my move!"

Zhao Jiangui's heart suddenly feels unwell, Guaizi Sun's sentence throws Ji Han's state of mind into disorder as expected, and he withdraws his sword in a loss.

His sword moves only to attack and not to defend. Currently he doesn't have a way out, his sword thrusts halfway, he forcibly withdraws the move, and in an instant he feels his breathing is agitated in his chest, his vision turning black.

Naturally s.h.i.+ Ge won't let go of this great opportunity> His whip is longer than Xu Jingying's sword, almost as soon as Ji Han turns around already the whip ruthlessly thrashes Ji Han's back, Guaizi Sun's iron walking stick also suddenly bends back, heavily smas.h.i.+ng against Ji Han's chest.

In one moment Ji Han then risks his life protecting his heart's arteries and veins, seriously injured by the strike of this move. He vomits a mouthful of blood, can only lean on his sword with difficulty as he sinks to his knees on the floor.

Originally Guaizi Sun's brandish had merely been an empty move. They had studied Ji Han's sword routines long ago, because of precisely this they compel Ji Han to withdraw his sword, once again taking advantage of when his breathing is unsteady to work cooperatively in striking to kill.

The sides of Guaizi Sun's lips have already been lifted up into a smiling expression.

This truly is a good strategy, even the Demon Sect Leader will yet die in their hands.

He still has not let out a laugh, he feels a kind of stabbing pain he has never tasted.

He lowers his head, a sword pierces an entrance in his abdomen, the sword point already penetrating through his back.

Ji Han's sword.

Guaizi Sun stares at Ji Han in disbelief, he angrily wants to use his iron walking stick to mash Ji Han's face to pieces, but his hand no longer has strength.

Guaizi Sun collapses.

Ji Han almost risks exhausting his last thread of strength.

Xu Jingying's sword also arrives.

There is already not enough time for Zhao Jiangui to think more, he seizes the head maidservant's flexible sword, chops towards Xu Jingying's wrist.

In order to evade the flexible sword, Xu Jingying can only lean away from the sword's stab.

Zhao Jiangui really doesn't know at all how to use a flexible sword, he is merely wielding it with intention. Xu Jingying doesn't know at all that he is unable to use a flexible sword, and he is known in Jianghu to be the number one swordsman, she will inevitably have to restrain some fear.

The head maidservant's frightened complexion is already deathly pale.

She hastily throws herself beside Ji Han, sealing Ji Han's acupoints in several places, fis.h.i.+ng out a few emergency pills from a packet at her waist to treat the wounds.

Ji Han is on the verge of unconsciousness.

s.h.i.+ Ge and Xu Jingying had never antic.i.p.ated Zhao Jiangui would truly undertake this task.

Guaizi Sun has already died, with the two joining together to handle Zhao Jiangui, it's still somewhat of a challenge.

Xu Jingying is suddenly fl.u.s.tered and exasperated as she scolds s.h.i.+ Ge in a whisper, "Didn't you say Zhao Jiangui had difficulty moving! Liar!"

s.h.i.+ Ge looks anxious, "The Demon Sect's servants all relayed such a situation, I also don't know...could it be...could it be said..."

He looks at the unconscious Ji Han, seeming to somewhat comprehend.

This is the Demon Sect, when Demon Sect servants spread word, naturally it supports their leader.

"I understand." s.h.i.+ Ge nods, "The one with the unwell body is Ji Han."

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Translator's Note:

Halfway through, chapter wise! Sorry for the delay. This note is a bit long (like, comparatively, this chapter), but please bear with me.

I know that the way I translate affects the way readers see and interpret the novel, so I do my best to be true to the original text and it's why I will go back and change things when needed. It's also why it bothers me to see my translations reposted, where sometimes people seem to be charging for work I do for free, and where I can't correct my mistakes. (I've also seen an MTL version of the novel...with the English t.i.tle I translated. And Ji Han just gets to be "the season of the cold." Poor baby.) Please don't repost my translations. If you have any questions, just ask, here or on twitter.

Anyway, I hope you are enjoying my translation of this novel. Ji Han is terribly injured now! Hurray? :)