202: Exposure

On the narrow path.

After the Sword Saint returned, he was quite casual, throwing the kid he brought back directly onto the ground.

"Speak up. Was that Black Shadow from earlier with you? What exactly is your purpose?" The Sword Saint glanced at the young man.

Seeing this scene.

The Third Young Master was somewhat curious; just now, from such a distance...

How exactly did the Sword Saint discover that there was another person in that place?

Could it be that the Sword Saint has some extraordinary ability?

Or perhaps an incredibly strong sense of perception!

"How did Senior Sword Saint discover this person?" The Third Young Master was curious and couldn't help but ask as he approached the Sword Saint's side.

"If I couldn't even discover a living person, I wouldn't be worthy of the title of Sword Saint," the Sword Saint snorted coldly, his face darkening as a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Then, the Sword Saint stepped forward and stood in front of the Third Young Master.

After observing for a moment, the Sword Saint turned back and looked at the young man lying on the ground.

"This person and the Black Shadow are likely accomplices. The moment I caught the Black Shadow, he fled like mad," the Sword Saint said coldly.

These words stunned the young man; he gasped, trying his best to calm himself down.

Is this man a monster?

How on earth did he find out?

When he was fleeing earlier, the young man had already noticed and left the area immediately.

The Sword Saint leaned down and said, "Kid, tell me, what's going on? Who are you? Who sent you?"

"I won't talk. Even if I die, I won't tell you." The young man was quite stubborn; he had just seen the Black Shadow being killed not far away.

Actually, after witnessing that scene.

The young man knew clearly that he wouldn't be allowed to live.

He would surely be assassinated. Thinking of this, the young man had already decided on a strategy: to endure.

As long as he didn't reveal what they wanted to know, he naturally wouldn't be killed yet.

"Is that so?" The corner of the Sword Saint's mouth curled up. He liked a challenge, and the more challenging something was, the more he enjoyed it. "Fine, then I'll just try to see if I can pry your mouth open."

After saying this, the Sword Saint flicked his wrist and plunged the Sword behind him deep into the ground.

Then, the Sword Saint leaned over to stare at the young man. He reached into his robes and pulled out a Small Knife. This knife was light and thin, not looking like a weapon at all.

"Senior Sword Saint, I really didn't expect you to carry such a delicate Small Knife with you." The Third Young Master was quite curious.

The great Sword Saint of the world's number one Sword Dao actually had such a Small Knife.

"Delicate? Once you see this delicate Small Knife carving the meat off this kid's body piece by piece, it won't seem so delicate anymore." The corner of the Sword Saint's mouth curled into a sinister smile.

And just at this moment.

Hearing these words, the young man couldn't help but gasp, his heart trembling.

Holy crap, is this guy planning to skin me alive?

His methods are this ruthless?

Dammit, is he even human?

"Sword Saint, I've suddenly discovered that you really know how to have fun. This is the first time I've seen a scene of slow slicing." The corner of the Third Young Master's mouth curled into a sinister smile.

After a long while.

The Sword Saint's bright eyes stared fixedly at the kid not far away.

"I'll ask you one last time. What is your name?" the Sword Saint said softly.

The young man had long been terrified by those words. Now, seeing the Sword Saint playing with the Small Knife in his hand, his heart was filled with even more dread.

The Sword Saint turned back, a cold glint flashing in his eyes as he stared fixedly at the young man.

At this moment, the young man was very conflicted. He didn't want to say much, but facing such a situation, it seemed he had no choice but to speak.

However, the young man remained silent after those words, which made the Sword Saint even more frustrated. His face darkened. "Fine, I gave you a chance. Don't blame me for what happens next."

Playing with the Small Knife, the Sword Saint stepped forward, getting closer and closer to the young man.

"No, don't! Please, don't!" The young man watched the Small Knife flashing in the air and his heart trembled in panic.

The young man's face was grim, filled with immense fear. And just at this moment.

The young man felt even more helpless. He retreated several steps, wanting to escape from here, but there was no way.

"Die," the Sword Saint gripped the Small Knife tightly. He reached out and grabbed the young man.

The Small Knife was incredibly sharp. Just as it touched the young man, it carved a wound on his body, and blood immediately flowed out.

The young man's pupils constricted violently; he was startled.

"Stop! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" The young man showed a look of terror. This action had completely broken his psychological defenses.

And it was at this very moment.

The young man wet himself. His lower body was soaked, and there was a pungent smell of urine.

"With this kind of courage, you came to be an Assassin?" The Sword Saint snorted coldly, revealing a playful smile.

Seeing this scene.

The corner of the Third Young Master's mouth curled up as he stepped forward to stand beside the Sword Saint.

"As expected, the Sword Saint has his ways. This kid actually talked." The Third Young Master smiled slightly, looking quite proud.

"It's not that I have a way, but that this kid is too cowardly. Someone like this is fit to be an Assassin? How embarrassing!" the Sword Saint said coldly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

And it was at this very moment.

A cold glint suddenly erupted in the air, buzzing loudly.

Then came another crisp sound.

The Sword Saint reacted quickly. He immediately turned his head and looked toward the source of the sound.

"Kid, there's an enemy!" the Sword Saint warned quickly, glancing at the Third Young Master beside him.

"Who is it!" the Third Young Master shouted. He retreated rapidly, not daring to be the least bit negligent.

The Sword Saint leaped into the air, instantly dodging the Arrow.

Realizing this, the young man's heart trembled. He had a bad premonition; at the same time, he felt that the Arrow was aimed at him.

The young man wanted to dodge, but it was already too late. The Arrow shot into his body.

The young man soon breathed his last. Everything happened so suddenly that even the Third Young Master hadn't recovered from the shock.

Just now, the young man had been ready to reveal everything, but someone behind the scenes didn't give him the chance.

"Dammit, these people really are cunning enough." The Sword Saint clenched his fists tightly, the fire of anger in his heart instantly ignited.

The Third Young Master lightly straightened his clothes and said coldly, "Senior Sword Saint, let's go. Staying here any longer is pointless!"

"Yeah, let's go. There's no point here anymore," the Sword Saint replied.