Girl's Heart

A sword pierced through his chest, delivering a fatal wound.

Yuan Lang could feel his heart contracting violently, his blood bursting forth from within him. Life was swiftly draining away. Struggling to turn his head, he finally saw Yang Kai blocking his path from behind.

"Beast!" Yuan Lang's face contorted with a strange expression, his gaze filled with reluctant anger as he looked at Yang Kai.

Yang Kai remained silent, withdrawing his sword from Yuan Lang's chest, pulling out a gush of warm blood, and then plunging it back in with renewed force.

After being struck twice, Yuan Lang could no longer endure. His body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

As his consciousness blurred, a bitter smile slowly appeared on Yuan Lang's lips before death claimed him.

What ill fortune, what cruel fate! He had thought that by cornering this woman in the mountain crevice, he held the upper hand. Yet, he too was trapped within.

If it weren't for this peculiar terrain, how could he have been so easily defeated?

Even if he couldn't defeat them in a one-on-two battle, there should have been a chance to escape, right? Yet now, everything seemed in vain.

The hunter too can become the prey...

"Are you alright?" Yang Kai glanced up at Xia Ningchang.

In fact, Yang Kai had arrived nearby as soon as Yuan Lang spotted this junior sister, but he did not act immediately. He waited until Yuan Lang was engaged in battle with Xia Ningchang in the mountain crevice before launching his surprise attack.

This approach was somewhat underhanded, as Xia Ningchang, unaware of the situation, had been understandably anxious. However, it was the most efficient way to neutralize the enemy.

"I'm fine, but you..." Xia Ningchang's words trailed off as she took in the half-foot-long wound on Yang Kai's abdomen and the bloody hole on his shoulder.

At that moment, Yang Kai, bloodied and yet with a calm and concerned demeanor, exuded a unique steadiness and reliability, starkly contrasting with his usual frail appearance.

Bare-chested and blocking the crevice, Yang Kai's slender form stood immovable as a mountain, shielding them from all storm and adversity, making the narrow crevice feel like a warm, tranquil haven.

She took a few hesitant steps forward, her small hand trembling as she reached towards the wound, yet she dared not touch it, fearing to cause Yang Kai pain. Her eyes filled with tears.

In just two hours... What hardships had he endured to be in such a state? How much blood must he have shed to become so drenched in it?

In this almost isolated valley, facing the menacing glare of a dozen hostile enemies, Xia Ningchang felt an intense sense of dependency on Yang Kai. Seeing his condition, how could she not feel heartache?

Every young girl harbors a dream of being rescued by a hero.

Though this time, it wasn't a grand hero or a mighty figure who saved her, but an ordinary junior brother from the Kaiyuan realm, whose strength paled in comparison to hers, the girl's heart inevitably stirred with a ripple of emotion.

"It's just a minor injury!" Yang Kai said nonchalantly.