Chapter 27 Man Without A Face

Yongzheng looked at Xue Horan and said, "Run and hide."

Xue Horan, "Yongzheng…"

Yongzheng insisted, "If you stay, you will be in my way." He glanced at Xue Horan. "Keep running, don't look back. I will come to find you." Xue Horan began to run away.

One of the men in black sprinted towards Yongzheng. He grabbed the man's hand and snatched the sword from the man's hand. He turned the sword on its side and hit the man in black on the side of the head, knocking the man in black to the ground.

Six men jumped forward to attack Yongzheng, and the two chased Xue Horan. Yongzheng flew in front of the two who were chasing Xue Horan. He kicked a man fiercely, causing the man to fly backwards towards the others seven, while his sword was placed on the throat of another man in black. He looked at the tip of the sword, which pointed at the man's white drenched throat. All he has to do is push the sword in and this person will die. His heart beats fast. His hands were shaking, and his lips were shaking violently. The trembling was not because of the coldness of the rain, but it's the suppression temptation of wanting to kill. This temptation he had buried for so many years, but the smell of blood from these men arose him from the depth of hell.

The man in black slowly took out a knife from under his belt and stabbed Yongzheng, but Yongzheng's right hand grabbed his wrist and his knife did not reach Yongzheng's lower abdomen.

Yongzheng's lips trembled and said, "I won't hurt you, why do you think it is necessary to kill me?"

The man in black sternly said, "Because either you die or I die."

Yongzheng said, "Very good…"

Yongzheng's right hand twisted the man in black left hand tightly. The knife of the man in black slowly fell on the ground. Yongzheng backed up two steps quickly, holding the hilt, piercing the sword through the throat of the man in black, then sprinting forward, swirling in circular motion with the sword in his hand, and flew past the eight people. Yongzheng fell behind the eight people. He rolled his cold eyes at his sword, and blood dripped from the bloody sword.

The eight men in black grabbed their throats, choked in their own blood, and blood spewed from their necks, mouths, and noses. Yongzheng threw the sword on the ground. He stood in the rain, looking at the unconscious man and the eight people who fell to the ground choking on their own blood, without any regret.

The chief leader of the Seventy-two Island, Jiang Koshing, and Wu Jinghua, were standing behind a few trees.

Jiang Koshing, "When that little brat hit me unaware. I didn't expect his swordsmanship to be so good."

Wu Jinghua said, "Since you can't kill him...I'll kill him." She wiped her dagger with her thumb and index finger.

The Chief leader of Seventy-two Islands said, "Leader seventh, you are not his opponent. His opponent should be someone in the upper class such as, Kuo Jing Song, Mu Dishi, Monk Li, or Gu Tingfuang."

Wu Jinghua said, "Chief, why do you praise others and look down on your own people?"

The Chief leader of Seventy-two Islands said, "We should know how to pick our fight, if we want to come out victorious."

Wu Jinghua, "I haven't seen those martial artists you mentioned. I'm not afraid of him." She took a step forward.

Jiang Koshing said, "I will back you up."

The Chief leader Of Seventy-two Islands asked his two subordinates, "How are you two plan to fight against 'Men Of Thousand Faces', especially someone who possessed the Lightning Sword skill?"

The word 'Lightning Sword' made Wu Jinghua stop advancing towards the river bank. Wu Jinghua turned around, "Impossible...does it mean he is…?"

The Chief leader of Seventy-two Islands said, "Maybe yes, maybe no." He began to walk away from Yongzheng, because he knew that no matter how skillful he is at this time, he will not win a duel against one of the assassin of Men Of Thousand Faces. Therefore, it is best to not cross path with these heartless assassins, as long as they are not in his way, he will leave them alone.

Yongzheng closed his eyes and tried to calm his beating heart, listening intently to the sound of the rain, his heart sank, but he was grabbed by one hand on his left leg and he looked down. What he saw was not the hand of the man in black, but the little hand of Xie Diwei.

Xie Diwei choked on his own blood and grabbed Yongzheng's left ankle forcefully. Xie Diwei said vaguely, "Shushu, why are you killing my family?" He coughed. "If you bully me, aren't you afraid, your mother will scold you?"

Yongzheng looked at the dying little Xie Diwei expressionlessly, "I don't have a mother who would scold me." He pointed his sword at the Xie Diwei's left chest, and with a light push, the sharp sword pierced Xie Diwei's heart, and Xie Diwei died on the spot.

Crying and shouting from the left side was Xie Diwei's mother madame Xie. She cried out in pain, "Ying'er." She rushed over, hugged Xie Diwei in her arms, and cried out with heartache. "Ying'er." She let go of Xie Diwei and grabbed Yongzheng's front robe. "Give me back my child's life. Give me back my child's life. You heartless man, how can you kill a child who knows nothing? You are not fit to breathe."

Yongzheng stabbed Madam Xie's abdomen with a sword. He pushed Madam Xie back with his left hand and pulled the sword out of Madam Xie's belly. He stared blankly at Madam Xie whose wounds were bleeding profusely.

Madame Xie coughed, and blood spurted out of her mouth. She slowly walked back to Xie Diwei who was lying on the ground. She hugged Xie Diwei in her arms and looked at Yongzheng with bitter eyes. She gritted her teeth and said bitterly, "After I die, I will become a ferocious ghost, hunting you forever. Every night you will dream of my innocent child." She held Xie Diwei tightly. She sighed and murmured, "Ying'er, mother is with you, you don't have to be afraid of the dark." She was holding Xie Diwei when she died.

Yong Zheng looked at Madam Xie and Diwei Xie. He said coldly, "I am a man without a face. If you don't know what I look like, you can't hunt me down."

A masked man stood behind Yongzheng and said, "My lord, everything has been arranged."

Yongzheng said, "Light it up."

The twenty men flew up and stood on the roof. They fired forty light arrows at the Xie Manor. Instantly, the Xie Manor was burning from top to bottom. With the spilled oil, the fire spread rapidly.

The group of unknown men appeared in the night, like a group of hungry shadows, and like a group of passing shadows, quietly disappeared into the night without a trace. No one knows what happened to the Xie's family, but one can only simply explained that the Xie's family was robbed and killed by some unknown robbers.