51: Chapter 51 Fourth Life, All-in Failure? Watch Me Turn the Tide (Twenty-Eight)

"My Lord, we are about to enter Wufu Lane ahead. That place is narrow, with high walls on both sides, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack."

From outside the sedan chair came the voice of a guard, filled with extreme vigilance, "Perhaps we should take a detour?"

Wang Shi opened his eyes and spoke calmly, "No need, go straight through. The auspicious time is almost here; do not delay His Highness's grand ceremony."

The sedan chair turned into Wufu Lane as instructed.

The alley was indeed narrow, and the high walls on both sides blocked most of the sunlight, causing the light to dim instantly.

Even the noise from the street was shut out, leaving only the soft sound of the sedan chair hitting the ground and the steady footsteps of the guards.

Suddenly, the murderous aura in the air intensified sharply.

"Watch out!"

Mo Ying and Jing Feng shouted simultaneously, their long blades instantly drawn from their waists.

Almost at the same moment, a pitch-black figure shot down from the top of the high wall. The wind of the blade sounded like a ghostly howl, carrying a terrifying pressure as it slashed straight toward the two guards.

The aura was cold and ruthless; every move was a killing blow, clearly attempting to succeed in a single strike.

"A Gold-ranked assassin from the Underworld!" Upon seeing this killing move, the faces of the two guards changed drastically as they recognized the attacker.

Immediately, they swung their blades to meet the attack. A deafening clash of metal rang out, and sparks flew in all directions.

Clearly, the two of them were no pushovers.

Despite the difference in cultivation realms, by coordinating with the unique techniques of the Guard Battalion, they managed to hold their ground steadily.

However, this Gold-ranked assassin was, after all, at the Half-Step Silver Marrow Realm. Even if it was just a half-step, it far exceeded the limits of the Copper Bone Realm.

Even though Mo Ying and Jing Feng were both in the late stage of the Copper Bone Realm and possessed incredible coordination, they could only barely hold the assassin off. They had no time to spare for Wang Shi inside the sedan chair.

At that very moment of vulnerability in their defense, a second black figure flashed out from behind the wall.

Without a moment's hesitation, wielding the cultivation of the late Copper Bone Realm, they slashed down with a force of several thousand kilograms.

It split the sedan chair directly, the blade wind fierce, aiming straight for Wang Shi's life.

However, relying on his True Spirit talent for sensing danger, Wang Shi had already anticipated this.

The moment the Gold-ranked assassin from the Underworld was engaged, he had sensed that something was wrong.

That bone-chilling sense of crisis had not diminished; instead, it had become even colder.

Just before the black figure could reach him, he had already kicked the sedan door to pieces and retreated violently.

At the same time, he drew the precious blade from his waist and blocked toward his side and rear.

With a "clang," a massive force traveled along the blade.

Wang Shi used this force to retreat, narrowly dodging the fatal blow.

However, the gap in cultivation was, after all, immense.

Even though he had deflected most of the force, it still left his palms numb, and his arms were trembling slightly.

Wang Shi secretly rejoiced that after sensing this life-or-death crisis, he had used the Prince's Mansion's secret medicine to forcibly break through to the Copper Bone Realm.

Otherwise, facing a gap in major realms, his own peak Iron Skin cultivation would have provided only a thousand-plus kilograms of strength.

Before this massive force of several tons, he would likely have been as fragile as paper, and his bones would have been shattered instantly.

"Who are you?" Wang Shi held his blade horizontally before him, his gaze locked tightly onto the masked man in black, his voice steady.

While curious, he was also attempting to stall for time.

"I, Wang Shi, ask myself, I have no grudges or enmity with you. Why must you take such a great risk to attempt to kill me today?"

The man in black was masked, revealing only a pair of cold eyes. He did not answer, instead lunging forward with his blade again. Every strike was heavy and powerful, his moves ruthless, aiming straight for vital points.

Clearly, he was not being given a chance to stall for time.

Relying on his talent for sensing danger, Wang Shi anticipated the opponent's blade moves in advance, dodging clumsily and barely parrying time and again.

The blade grazed his clothes repeatedly, leaving behind trails of blood.

Every collision when he failed to dodge allowed him to feel the disparity in strength, making his already unstable meridians feel as if they were being torn apart.

However, he could clearly feel that the opponent's swordsmanship was unfamiliar, evidently indicating that they usually used a different weapon.

"Taking money to eliminate trouble for others." The man in black finally spoke, his voice suppressed very low, using a voice-changing technique so that not a hint of his original tone could be heard.

"Director Wang, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being too much of an eyesore. You blocked a path you shouldn't have."

"Did the remnants of the Second Prince send you? Or is it some other enemy of mine? Spare me, and I will give you ten times the reward." Wang Shi stabilized his stance while retreating and spoke again to probe.

"The Second Prince has already fallen, and his remnants have scattered like monkeys when the tree falls; they cannot give you any benefits. As for my other enemies, they are nothing more than rats in a gutter who dare not show their heads."

"My Highness is about to succeed to the throne. What future do you have working for them? Why not switch sides? As long as you stop now and tell me who sent you, I guarantee I will let bygones be bygones and even recommend you to the Prince."

The man in black sneered, his blade becoming even more fierce: "Director Wang, I'm afraid that with your benefits, I might have the life to take them but not the life to spend them..."

Wang Shi sighed inwardly, knowing the opponent would not reveal anything.

He said no more, gritting his teeth and exerting all his cultivation, driving his already unstable realm, and holding on by relying on extremely precise predictions time after time.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

His breathing became increasingly rapid, his meridians began to tear inch by inch, and a thick smell of blood welled up in his mouth.

The wounds on his body became more and more numerous; one deep cut, reaching the bone, slashed from his shoulder to his abdomen.

Fresh blood soaked his Feiyu suit, dripping down from the hem of his clothes and blooming into striking blood-flowers on the ground.

He could not hold on much longer; under such high-intensity combat consumption, his mind was becoming sluggish.

Wang Shi knew that his time of death was fast approaching.

He could vaguely see his great-grandmother coming to collect him.

A moment later, the man in black feinted, tricking him into parrying the wrong way.

The blade followed the opening at his chest and pierced in without hindrance, straight through his heart.

The cold blade, carrying bone-chilling frost, instantly swept through his entire body.

Wang Shi's body stiffened suddenly, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang."

He looked down at the blade piercing his chest, a sigh flashing in his eyes.

It is a pity; this life was still not steady enough, leading to the originally planned path of Zhao Gao collapsing halfway.

At the very peak, I was treated like a teaching aid.

The deep blood feud from the previous life could not be avenged by my own hands either.

But immediately, that sigh turned into a trace of relief.

That is fine; I trust that Heir Xiao Heng will certainly fulfill my obsession for me.

That dog-thing, that hypocrite Fang Xiaoru—he and his nine generations of kin do not have many days left to live.

In this life, I did not flip the car! I did not misjudge the person!

Going all-in was not wrong; going all-in is the true path!

His vision gradually blurred, his body slumped down softly, and with his last look, he gazed toward the entrance of the alley.

That was the direction of the Ancestral Temple, the place where the Third Prince, whom he had chosen, was about to ascend the throne.

Wang Shi slowly closed his eyes, his final breath dissipating in the cold alley.