The Silver Sword Icefall

Ziyao was at a loss, while Yang Jingtian continued to wear a smile, "You don't need to answer. Your eyes have given you away."

A blush swept across Ziyao's cheeks as she quickly denied, "No."

Yang Jingtian smiled, "Saying that might make someone feel disappointed. But that someone isn't me."

"I'll show you how I'll deal with you today," Zhang Lang gritted his teeth from the side.

Yang Jingtian replied coolly, "Annoying cockroach, you've said that too many times. It's not just you who's annoyed; I am too. If you're going to kill or hit, just do it."

"Whoosh"

Before Yang Jingtian could finish his sentence, Zhang Lang's sword generated a whirlwind, unleashing thousands of sword rain directly at Yang Jingtian.

Fast.

Incredibly fast.

The thousands of sword rain were like millions of cold needles.

"Silver Sword Icefall," Ziyao exclaimed from the side.

One of the Fengshen Gang's top ten deadly techniques.

Zhang Lang's most proud technique, also his most lethal.

Within the Fengshen Gang, only the leader and deputy leader Zhou Hongbin could withstand this move, not even Sun Manju was confident in blocking this all-encompassing deadly attack.

Inescapable.

Helpless.

Ziyao's heart trembled as she closed her eyes at that moment, suddenly feeling Yang Jingtian gripping her hand.

Ziyao was taken aback, wondering if Yang Jingtian was using her as a shield.

Impossible.

She trusted him so much. Could it be that he was a coward, a man who would stoop to any means?

Ziyao preferred death to realizing she had misplaced her trust.

Such a realization would be a severe blow to her self-confidence.

Yang Jingtian moved, taking Ziyao's hand, leading her out.

Desperation washed over Ziyao; she knew the next step was to be thrown into that sky-full of Silver Sword Icefall needles, becoming like a hedgehog, while the man holding her hand continued to live.

Shameless.

Ziyao cursed in her heart.

She didn't vocalize it, but the feeling was even more disappointing than saying it out loud.

She opened her eyes, fixing them on Yang Jingtian's face.

Even in death, she wanted to see clearly and thoroughly understand this man.

Yang Jingtian was smiling.

Yes, such a despicable person, having found a shield, how could he not smile?

Ziyao knew there was no room for struggle because she was aware of this man's astonishing strength.

Just when she felt utterly hopeless, she felt a surge of force lifting her up.

Zi Yan, in her heart, murmured, "This is the end." She braced herself for her impending transformation into a porcupine. With eyes clenched shut, she awaited the final blow of death.

Just as she was prepared to be struck by a million swords, there was a "thud". She felt herself lightly collide with another person. A strong force enveloped her, cutting her off from Yang Jing Tian.

Zi Yan opened her eyes in surprise and was dumbstruck.

She realized that she had somehow clumsily crashed into Yang Jing Tian, who was standing before a sky filled with silvery sword rain.

Only then did Zi Yan understand that the range of the silvery sword rain was within the boundary of one foot, covering the very spot where she stood.

Yang Jing Tian was not using her as a human shield. Instead, he was using himself as a shield to protect her.

Regret.

Regret for wrongly accusing a man who loved her so dearly.

Her regret came from the realization that this man was willing to trade his life for hers, yet she labeled him as a selfish, shameless individual.

Tears fell.

Tears for a man who was not afraid to sacrifice his life for a woman. Not every man was capable of such a feat.

To lose a man who loved her this much, even countless tears could not make up for it.

A painful sense of despair filled Zi Yan's heart.

She held Yang Jing Tian tightly, sobbing uncontrollably. She wanted him to know how she felt.

Only now did she truly grasp the depth of Yang Jing Tian's genuine feelings for her. Yet, why did she always hesitate?

Zi Yan resisted the thought. She believed Yang Jing Tian shouldn't leave her this way.

However, without this, would she be able to experience this profound sorrow and regret?

The sky filled with silvery sword rain, foretelling the end of one's life.

Zhang Lang's smug smirk.

In Zi Yan's perspective, it was the vilest smile in the world.

However, Yang Jing Tian was also smiling. A brilliant smile that could melt any coldness, a sunshine smile.

A miraculous smile.

As the silver sword rain was about to penetrate Yang Jing Tian's body, it completely disappeared—evaporated.

Like snow under the blazing sun, all the gathered silver sword rain vanished before Yang Jing Tian. As if signaled by magic, they were gone. Traceless.

Just as the last silvery sword was about to fade, Yang Jing Tian's hand slightly moved.

Just a tap.

A gentle tap.

"Clang"

Everyone clearly saw Zhang Lang's sword breaking into two pieces with a crisp sound.

Magic.

The only way people could comprehend Yang Jingtian's traceless move was to perceive it as magic.

Before Zhang Lang could understand what had happened, Yang Jingtian, brimming with mischief, said, "I hate fights the most, always flashing knives and swords to scare people. Do you think I'm a child because I don't know martial arts? However, I am capable of breaking a longsword into two parts."

Ziyan was delighted on Yang Jingtian's back and said to Zhang Lang, "Zhang Lang, if you do not reflect on today's events, I will let Miss drive you off the ship."

What could Zhang Lang say? His face was half green and half white. After a while, he squeezed out a sentence from his teeth, "Yang Jingtian, the green mountains always exist, the green water flows forever. We have regret in the future."

Yang Jingtian smiled and said, "At least you need to find a better sword first. But I do admire the spirit of dueling with others for women, because if it were me, I would do it without hesitation too."

"Hmph," Zhang Lang turned around and left in anger.

"What are you looking at? Do what you need to do," Ziyan ordered.

Everyone dispersed, and Yang Jingtian said with a smile, "I didn't expect your words to be quite effective."

Ziyan hurriedly got off Yang Jingtian's back and touched his chest, "You are okay, aren't you?"

Yang Jingtian held her jade hand and said, "First, tell me, do you like me?"

Ziyan blushed and chided, "At this point, you are still asking this."

Yang Jingtian said, "I only know that if I don't ask, I will never rest my heart."

"Why," Ziyan asked.

"I don't know how many people like that jerk, how many you like, and how many people like you. If they trouble me one by one, how will I know if I will have tomorrow," Yang Jingtian told.

"Nonsense," Ziyan, upon hearing this, clenched her fist and fiercely smashed it towards Yang Jingtian. "I am not what you think."

Yang Jingtian insisted, "Then you have to tell me what are you like."

Ziyan stamped her foot, "I won't say."

Yang Jingtian seriously said, "If you don't say it, you won't look for me in the future, and I won't be your shield anymore." He turned around to leave, and Ziyan hurriedly grabbed him, "Don't go."

"Do you say it?" Yang Jingtian asked.

Ziyan gave Yang Jingtian a glaring look and said docilely, "Only one."

Yang Jingtian deliberately shouted, "Just one."

Ziyan twisted Yang Jingtian's arm, "Why are you shouting?"

"What if someone else troubles me besides this disgusting cockroach," Yang Jingtian asked.

"I only liked one person before, but how do I know how many people liked me," Ziyan said.

Yang Jingtian was triumphant, "Is this confession? Come, give me a kiss."

As Ziyan closed her beautiful eyes and was about to accept Yang Jingtian's passionate kiss.

Suddenly a voice from behind rang out

"Shameless."

Yang Jingtian could no longer stand the interruptions, one after the other, and angrily said, "Who is causing trouble again?"

Yang Jingtian felt that his patience had reached its limit, and a surge of anger rushed up.