Desperados Attack - Chapter 59 - Cold Eyes

Duanmu Yun’s eyes turned red with anger, her lips quivering.

After a bout of shouting, she thought it would make her feel better, but unexpectedly, she nearly stumbled and fell.

She was crying!

Why was she crying?

Because she was mourning her sister.

“Oh, sister, we had such a deep bond. Now that you are gone, I too have no will to live…”

Duanmu Yun’s sudden shift was so drastic that no one knew for whom this dramatic act was intended.

She did not have a good relationship with her sister Duanmu Xun, so why was she speaking such dramatic words about life and death?

“Clap, clap, clap!”

A round of applause came from the roof.

A figure dressed in a long robe descended from the pitch-black sky. In a blur, it was evident she exuded extreme nobility.

This person might very well be Duanmu Xun herself, because she wore the face of the deceased Duanmu Xun, an identical face.

However, this Duanmu Xun had a more seductive expression and an even more captivating presence.

The excessive makeup on her face was superfluous, yet it gave her a different kind of allure.

A sort of unbearable vulgarity.

Clapping her hands, she descended from mid-air, landed in front of Duanmu Yun, and said, “Dear sister, how could I bear to let you die?”

Her words were cutting, but she said no more, just intending to disgust her biological sister.

Duanmu Yun spoke those words purely because of her nose.

Her nose was the most sensitive among the nine sisters, and the moment she questioned Duan Pingzhang, she caught the scent of her sister.

The words she spoke were just for outsiders to hear. If she were truly about to die, someone would surely stop her. If no one stopped her, she would continue speaking good words.

Duanmu Xun now approached the double, waved her hand, and the previous smoke floated from mid-air back into her sleeve.

“Who killed her?”

Duanmu Xun’s eyes no longer held the placid expression of the double, instead, her pigheaded face bore a pair of hawk-like eyes.

“Sister, it was him!”

Duanmu Yun immediately played the weak and kind role to the end, pointing at Su Xinghe and saying, “It was him, he is the murderer who killed sister!”

Murderer? This term was spot on, and Su Xinghe’s real purpose for killing the double was actually to kill Duanmu Xun.

“Was it you?”

Duanmu Xun raised her jade-like finger and said, “You took one of my lives, huh. Now, confess, why did you come to Nine Star Manor?”

In the past, the double would relay the day’s events to Duanmu Xun, but having not experienced any of this herself, she didn’t know that it was her double who had invited him in.

“I just wanted to take my friend away, but the young lady’s shadow was too aggressive, and with one hidden weapon, she severely injured my friend. That’s why I took action.”

“You were trying to kill me?”

Duanmu Xun thought to herself, ready to strike if Su Xinghe said anything inappropriate.

“Yes, I wanted to kill you!”

“Hmm?”

Duanmu Xun expected Su Xinghe to be evasive, not anticipating his bluntness.

“What a pity!”

Su Xinghe shook his head and sighed, “What a pity!”

“Pity? Pity for what?”

Duanmu Xun glanced around at everyone and asked, “What are you talking about?”

Su Xinghe replied, “It’s a pity I only killed a double.”

“Hmm?”

Everyone’s hearts tensed up, as provoking the young lady typically led to a dead-end.

“Are you not afraid of death?”

“Afraid of death? Afraid? How could I not be?”

Su Xinghe withdrew his Blood-Stained Painting, saying, “But I’m more afraid of you living to speak ill of me!”

With murderous intent, Su Xinghe declared, “Since it was a double that died, let the Manor Lord die in her stead!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Xinghe didn’t wait for her to prepare. He raised his sword and struck. The speed of the strike was incredibly fast, without using spells, because he believed she would merely replicate the move.

Facing the strike, Duanmu Xun seemed unfazed and said, “Pingzhang, what do you say we should do?”

Duan Pingzhang chuckled and said, “Miss Xun can handle him herself. Why would you need me…”

Duan Pingzhang’s implicit disdain for Su Xinghe reached its peak, maybe out of confidence or arrogance, but he neglected Su Xinghe.

Hearing Duan Pingzhang’s arrogant words, Su Xinghe retorted, “Ten Yama Kings, isn’t it better to roll back to your Netherworld?”

Hearing Su Xinghe’s words, the joy on Duan Pingzhang’s face quickly faded.

He had been notoriously malevolent in the Jianghu, feared by all who knew him by reputation.

Yet now, facing Su Xinghe pointing a sword at him, though inwardly displeased, he showed no outward signs.

“Do you know?”

Duan Pingzhang clasped his fingers together and said, “You surely don’t know how many people who spoke to me like you have died!”

With that, he barely finished speaking when he leapt in front of Su Xinghe, moving so fast that Su Xinghe couldn’t even see what had just flashed before him.

The young and ambitious Su Xinghe, once the top prodigy on Shu Mountain, had come to Nine Star Manor after defeating the Fox Demon at Deer Manor.

His smooth journey left Su Xinghe with overwhelming arrogance.

He looked down on everyone, disdaining anyone who tried to cozy up to him.

At that moment, Duan Pingzhang had already reached Su Xinghe, catching him completely off guard.

“Smack!”

Duan Pingzhang landed a punch squarely on Su Xinghe’s left cheek, sending him flying over ten meters away.

The move was incredibly powerful, yet it was a seemingly simple punch. To Su Xinghe, it seemed like an ordinary strike.

Su Xinghe crashed directly into a dragon pillar as thick as an ancient tree with a resounding crack, though it was unclear which part of him broke. Nonetheless, he managed to stand back up, evidently infuriated.

His icy eyes could send a chill down anyone’s spine in the stifling heat.

Grasping his Blood-Stained Painting sword, which had been with him for only a dozen days but had seen considerable breakthroughs, he seemed like a perfect match for the sword, as if weapon and master had finally found their calling.

Clutching the hilt, the sword’s blade turned a fiery red. If unleashed, his sword might lead to countless deaths within Nine Star Manor, adding to Su Xinghe’s burdens of guilt.

Yet Su Xinghe was indifferent. As an obstinate disciple of the immortal sect, the coldness in his eyes was intense enough to startle even Duan Pingzhang.

Such eyes hardly belonged to a human, more akin to a powerful beast, a creature with an insatiable appetite for destruction.

Even so, he was still no match for Duan Pingzhang.

Nevertheless, Su Xinghe assumed a stance.

The moonlight fell cool and clear, as if melding with the bluish glow of his sword.