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The two men fought fiercely, neither willing to give an inch, each strike aimed to kill.
He Miao screamed in fright, pulling Song Feiwan back as they tried to retreat, but they were quickly restrained by Xiao Yu's men!
This distraction caused Rong Jiayi to falter, and Xiao Yu's sword grazed his cheek! A few strands of hair fell as the blade passed dangerously close.
Rong Jiayi raised his knife to block and shouted sternly at Xiao Yu, "Don't let your men hurt her!"
Xiao Yu was even more provoked: "With death looming, you should worry about yourself first!"
Both were martial arts prodigies, having received the finest training since childhood. When they fought seriously, it was hard to tell who had the upper hand. However, Rong Jiayi had arrived in a hurry with too few people, while Xiao Yu was well-prepared.
In addition to his visible forces, he had also brought hidden guards. Rather than killing Rong Jiayi, he was more eager to take Song Feiwan away; he couldn't wait any longer.
After forcing Rong Jiayi back with a sword strike, he signaled with a wave of his hand, and immediately his subordinates surrounded Rong Jiayi completely.
"Kill him," he ordered.
Then he stepped in front of Song Feiwan, his face darkened as he ignored her completely and bent down to hoist her over his shoulder!
He Miao screamed, "You! Let go of my sister!"
Though terrified, she still tried to reach out and stop Xiao Yu. The overwhelming aura of death surrounding him made Song Feiwan shiver; she genuinely feared that he might turn around and kill He Miao.
She trembled as she called out, "He Miao, don’t!"
He Miao's hand froze mid-air.
Xiao Yu didn’t allow her to touch even a corner of Song Feiwan’s clothing. He strode forward with her slung over his shoulder and tossed her onto a horse before mounting one himself and turning it around.
"Go!"
The horse obeyed his command and galloped away.
Rong Jiayi watched helplessly as they disappeared from view, his eyes wide with fury: "Xiao Yu! Put her down! Come back!"
He unleashed a surge of strength, injuring several men as he broke through the encirclement, but Xiao Yu had already taken Song Feiwan away, vanishing from his sight!
He wore a stern expression, determined to seize a horse and rescue Song Feiwan. Naturally, Xiao Yu's subordinates would not allow him to do so and charged at him in unison. Fortunately, Rong Jiayi's men arrived just in time, preventing the scene from escalating to one where he might actually be killed by Xiao Yu's people.
However, Rong Jiayi was injured and unable to pursue Xiao Yu personally; instead, he anxiously dispatched his men to search for him. He seethed with anger, thinking that if Xiao Yu dared to harm Song Feiwan in any way, he would never let him off the hook!
Meanwhile, Song Feiwan lay on the horse's back, her head hanging down, feeling nauseous. She attempted several times to sit up, but Xiao Yu held her down firmly. After an unknown amount of time, her head spinning, she felt Xiao Yu lift her up again.
Bang! Bang! He kicked open several doors and then threw her heavily onto the bed. The quilt cushioned her fall, so it didn't hurt too much, but she still let out a pained hiss. Holding her forehead, she slowly sat up on the bed.
The intricately carved bed was enormous, large enough for five or six people to sleep comfortably. Although the heavy drapes on either side had been tied back, they still affected the light in the room. The largest shadow was cast by the cold and stern man standing before her.
Xiao Yu looked down at her from above; there was not a trace of warmth in his eyes or on his face. Song Feiwan's heart jolted violently, her mind buzzing as she stared at him with reddened eyes, frozen in place.
It was terrifying; she even forgot to look away, as if she were undergoing an invisible form of torture. Given the circumstances, she had no idea what to say and dared not speak at all.
After such a long separation, was this all he could do—just stare at her like this? Xiao Yu stepped forward and knelt on the bed, gripping her chin tightly to force her to look up at him. Each of his words felt heavy and oppressive, making Song Feiwan's cheeks ache from his grip.
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