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Nangong Shuang dashed and leaped across the rooftops, occasionally glancing back to throw silver needles to hinder her pursuers. Just as she managed to shake off a few assassins, a shadow suddenly leaped into her path.
"Where do you think you're going?" the shadow shouted fiercely, thrusting a long sword directly at Nangong Shuang's throat.
Nangong Shuang sidestepped the attack and retaliated with a needle aimed at the opponent's vital point. The figure in black swiftly crossed his sword to deflect the silver needle and then kicked towards her chest.
Caught off guard, Nangong Shuang was forced back several steps, nearly losing her balance on the rooftop. She steadied herself and took a moment to assess her opponent.
The man in black was tall and agile, his movements sharp and precise, clearly indicating exceptional martial skills far beyond those of the previous assassins. A peculiar bell hung from his waist, emitting a faint sound as he moved.
"You are no ordinary assassin," Nangong Shuang said solemnly.
The man in black sneered. "You have good eyes. I am the Third Envoy of Shadow Pavilion, here specifically to capture Nan Gong Yu Nie."
"Third Envoy?" Nangong Shuang's heart sank. It was said that Shadow Pavilion had five Third Envoys, each possessing remarkable skills capable of handling matters independently. Encountering one today put her in a perilous situation.
"I've heard that you possess the Plum Blossom Mark and have a Cold Poison Physique. No wonder Zheng values you so highly," the Third Envoy said as he stepped closer. "If you surrender willingly, perhaps I can spare your life."
Nangong Shuang calculated her options, realizing that she could not match the Third Envoy's strength with her current abilities; she needed to outsmart him. Feigning panic, she took a few steps back, appearing to have no way out.
"I... I surrender," Nangong Shuang stammered. "Please take me to see Zheng."
The Third Envoy looked at her suspiciously. "You give up so easily?"
"With my strength, I cannot defeat you, Third Envoy. Why add unnecessary casualties?" Nangong Shuang lowered her head but secretly retrieved a Bing Po Wan from her sleeve, holding it tightly in her palm.
The Third Envoy approached and reached for her wrist. "Those who know how to yield are wise; come along."
Just as he was about to touch her, Nangong Shuang suddenly crushed the pill in her hand, unleashing an icy blast of energy!
"Ah!" the Third Envoy screamed as his right hand turned pale upon contact with the cold air, covered in a thin layer of ice and nearly losing sensation.
Seizing the opportunity, Nangong Shuang waved her sleeve, sending a flurry of tiny ice crystals flying toward his face. The Third Envoy hastily dodged but still suffered several cuts on his cheek, blood streaming down.
"You wretched girl! How dare you hurt me!" he roared in fury as he drew a dagger with his left hand and lunged at Nangong Shuang.
Prepared for this moment, she sidestepped again while pulling out her last few silver needles and throwing them with all her might.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The needles were knocked away one by one by the Third Envoy's dagger, but one managed to pierce his shoulder. He grunted in pain, his movements slightly slowed yet his killing intent intensified.
"I will tear you apart today!" he gritted through clenched teeth.
Nangong Shuang knew she was in dire straits and scanned her surroundings for an escape route. Just then, a clear whistle suddenly rang out from afar, slicing through the air.
The Third Envoy's expression changed dramatically as he exclaimed, "It's the signal from the Xiao Family!"
Sure enough, a figure in white soared from the rooftop nearby, wielding a long sword that glimmered ominously in the light.
"Nangong Shuang, I’m here to assist you!" It was Xiao Zhongyan.
Seeing the situation turn unfavorable, the Third Envoy hesitated for a moment before leaping down and disappearing into the alleys. "You wretched woman, Nangong! We shall meet again!"
Nangong Shuang let out a long sigh of relief, nearly collapsing from exhaustion. In the previous battle, she had exhausted all her means, and had it not been for Xiao Zhongyan's timely arrival, the consequences would have been dire.
"Thank you for saving me, Young Master," Nangong Shuang said sincerely, but couldn’t help but ask, "How did you know I was in danger?"
Xiao Zhongyan sheathed his sword. "I was gathering information in the city when I heard that assassins from the Shadow Pavilion were active. Feeling uneasy, I decided to investigate. From a distance, I saw someone fighting on the rooftop and guessed it might be you, so I rushed over to help."
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