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Seeing this scene, my mouth fell open in terror, and I couldn't utter a word. At that moment, I wished with all my heart that everything I was witnessing was just a dream—a long and horrifying nightmare.
But reality was far from it. Fresh red blood flowed down the hilt of the broken sword. My mother choked on her words, wanting to say something, but with her mouth taped shut, she could only make muffled sounds, tears streaming down her face.
My father, pushed aside, saw what was happening. He stumbled to his feet, trying to intervene, but after just a couple of steps, he lost his balance on the slick blood-soaked floor and fell again.
At that moment, Er Ye sighed deeply, pulled the broken sword out, and casually pushed my barely conscious mother aside. With a look of regret on his face, he said, "Why do you have to go through this? I had already arranged everything for you..."
Hearing this, I completely lost my mind and screamed at Er Ye in rage, "Er Ye, listen to me! If you don't kill me now, I swear I'll tear you apart myself. Go ahead and kill me if you dare!"
Er Ye glanced at me and flicked the blood off the sword before slowly walking to my bedside. He placed the sword, still dripping with a heavy scent of blood, in front of me and said, "Haven't I already let you live? You can't die just yet, but there will come a time when you'll get your wish. No need to rush..."
As he spoke, he dragged the tip of the sword across my neck slowly. Although I could feel that the cut wasn't deep, a warm stream of blood began to flow from it.
"Asshole! Beast..." I cursed him with every vile word I could think of, but it was futile; my heart felt as if it were being pierced by countless steel blades.
"Alright, enough chit-chat. There are still important matters to attend to..." With that, Er Ye stood up and walked toward my father who lay on the ground.
I turned to look at my father lying there. There was no trace of fear on his face; instead, he shared the same emotion as mine—anger, intense anger. My father staggered to his feet once more and stood tall before Er Ye. He fixed his gaze on me as if trying to convey something.
"You two have such spirit! Well done..." Er Ye quickly raised the broken sword and stabbed it into my father's body repeatedly. It seemed he deliberately avoided vital points; although the sword pierced deeply, it did not kill him outright. My father stood there like a statue—unyielding and steadfast.
Watching this unfold felt as though each stab Er Ye made was piercing through my heart, causing unbearable pain.
"Dad! You are an incredible father!" I shouted hoarsely as tears streamed down my face like a torrent.
Hearing my cry, my father furrowed his brow tightly and gave me a slight nod...
"Good job, just hold on like that. I really want to see how long you can last..." Er Ye said in an extremely annoying voice, while increasing the speed of his attacks.
At that moment, a loud explosion suddenly echoed from outside, and in an instant, debris flew everywhere as a thick cloud of smoke billowed up.
Er Ye pretended to stop attacking my father, turning around in surprise and questioning, "Who is it?! Didn't I tell you not to act rashly until I finish here?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew away the smoke, revealing Mo Shu holding a slender sword, accompanied by Li Zhisheng, Hu Fang, Death Apostle, and a dozen other assassins standing before me.
Seeing Mo Shu, Er Ye took a few steps back in shock, and the broken sword in his hand clattered to the ground. My father, who was severely injured, leaned back and collapsed.
"You’re still alive?! How is that possible... How did you find this place?!" Er Ye exclaimed in disbelief.
Mo Shu and the others ignored Er Ye and instead looked at me lying on the bed and the several people sprawled in pools of blood. Hu Fang rushed out from behind Mo Shu and threw himself beside my bed, looking at me covered in blood with a pained expression. "Shen Xu, I'm sorry we’re late..."
Death Apostle's gaze fell upon Yao Long lying on the ground, and disbelief washed over his face as he muttered, "No, this can't be happening..." He slowly walked through the crowd to Yao Long’s lifeless body beside my bed and embraced it, weeping uncontrollably.
Watching this scene unfold, Mo Shu gritted his teeth and sighed deeply. He approached my bedside and reached out with his wrinkled hand to pat my shoulder. "Buddy, you've worked hard."
At that moment, I couldn't process any words; only two feelings kept swirling in my mind: anger and hatred.
"Kill him! I want to kill him! I want to do it myself!" I shouted irrationally.
Er Ye noticed that no one was paying attention to him and appeared somewhat embarrassed and angry. He yelled at Mo Shu, "Hey old man! I'm talking to you! Didn't you hear me?! Why are you still alive? How did you find this place?!"
Hearing this, Mo Shu turned his head and glanced disdainfully at Er Ye before quietly saying, "Kill him..."
As soon as he spoke those words, dozens of assassins led by Mo Lin and Mo Yu surged forward, weapons aimed at Er Ye as they lunged toward him.
I struggled frantically to get up, shouting, "No! You can't kill him! I want to kill him myself, let me kill him..." At that moment, I was beyond caring about the pain in my body; overwhelming anger and hatred had made me forget all about it.
"Buddy, I know you've suffered a lot..." Mo Shu pressed me down, saying, "But you mustn't let hatred cloud your judgment. That would only play into their hands!"
"Don't let hatred cloud my judgment?" I turned my gaze to Mo Shu, furious. "My parents and friends were killed by him, right in front of me! If it were you, wouldn't you be angry?! Could you bear it?! Let go of me! Even if it means we both perish, I will kill him!"
At that moment, Li Zhisheng, who had been silent until now, approached the bedside. Tears streamed down his face as he said to me, "I understand your pain..."
Before he could finish, Er Ye, who was fighting against the Assassins, shouted loudly. His voice drowned out Li Zhisheng's and sounded utterly insane: "You think you can kill me with just a bunch of lackeys? Dream on! I am going to become the God King; I am the true God King! You all can die!"
With that, a powerful force erupted from his body, sending more than a dozen Assassins flying. Some of the weaker ones were even torn apart by this immense power. The people by the bedside were spared harm thanks to Mo Shu's intervention.
"Master! We are no match for him! You must take Shen Xu and the others and leave; we will hold him off!" Mo Lin shouted at the group by the bed as he fended off the attacks...
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