At this moment, on the other side, Wan Yunting, along with Jian Shisan, descended from Mount Hua. They then took a car to a remote wilderness mountain forest, and after walking for more than ten minutes, they finally saw a group of people hiding in the grass within the forest.
"Senior Brother…"
Immediately, Han Dongri and Feng Xian emerged, greeting Jian Shisan. Looking at the expressionless, sinister-eyed Wan Yunting, Han Dongri's gaze also bore a murderous intensity as he stared at the other man. He spoke coldly in Chinese, "Wan Yunting, we meet again."
Looking at Han Dongri and Feng Xian, the two sworn sons of the Lord God of the Heavenly Eye Lord God Sect, Wan Yunting had dealt with them in country H before, but he didn't know what means they had used to infiltrate China.
"Bring them out!"
As Han Dongri waved his hand towards the forest behind him, several young men appeared, dragging out Lu Xiaodie and Zheng Rong, who were bound and gagged with tape. This immediately sent a shock through Wan Yunting. He glared at Sister Lu and Senior Sister Zheng, and seeing that they seemed unharmed, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But then, Han Dongri and Feng Xian stepped forward, pulled out two small knives, took the Lu Xiaodie and Zheng Rong who were pushed towards them by their subordinates, and held the knives to their beautiful throats. They turned to Wan Yunting with a wicked smile.
With their mouths gagged, unable to speak, Lu Xiaodie and Zheng Rong were very excited to see Wan Yunting. They knew that the purpose of these people capturing them was to threaten the man.
"Wan Yunting, we don't need to waste too much time talking."
Jian Shisan turned to Wan Yunting and smiled, "I'll give you one choice: hand over the acupoint diagrams and incantations for the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, and I'll let them go."
"Otherwise, you can start digging their graves now. I'll give you five minutes to consider. Start making your choice!"
Facing Jian Shisan, Han Dongri, and the others, who were threatening the lives of Lu Xiaodie and Zheng Rong, Wan Yunting's expression was terrifyingly gloomy, and he found it difficult to make a decision.
While the lives of Lu Xiaodie and Zheng Rong were undoubtedly important, if he truly handed over the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles to Jian Shisan, allowing the Lord God of the Heavenly Eye Lord God Sect to master this peerless divine skill, then in the future, who knew what evil he would commit, treating lives as mere weeds.
For a moment, Wan Yunting's face was dark. His gaze at Jian Shisan, Han Dongri, and the others was sharp and fierce. His clenched fists seemed ready to strike at any moment to kill them.
"Wan Yunting, even if you want to act, do you have absolute confidence that you can save them?"
Sensing the undeniable anger and murderous intent in Wan Yunting's eyes, Jian Shisan curled his lips into a cold smile. Han Dongri and Feng Xian behind him, grabbing the bound hands of Lu Xiaodie and Zheng Rong, held knives to their throats and shouted at Wan Yunting, "Kid, if you dare to make a move, I'll slit her throat with one cut. If you don't believe me, try it."
"Kill one first to show him…"
Feng Xian, who was holding Zheng Rong, pressed the tip of her knife against her neck. The excited Feng Xian glared at Wan Yunting, recalling that this scoundrel had killed their good brother Di Sha. She wished she could kill Zheng Rong to vent her anger and provoke Wan Yunting.
"Stop!"
Seeing Feng Xian's knife tip pierce Zheng Rong's neck and draw blood, Wan Yunting's expression changed drastically. He quickly shouted to stop them. Wan Yunting had no doubt that these bloodthirsty people from the Heavenly Eye Lord God Sect would kill Lu Xiaodie and Zheng Rong.
However, if he truly handed over the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles to them, Wan Yunting found it difficult to decide. He could only stall for time, "This is China, not country H. If you dare to kill anyone, I will ensure you cannot leave China!"
"Heh heh."
Jian Shisan saw through Wan Yunting's little trick and smiled, "Wan Yunting, I advise you not to play any clever games to delay time. Just obediently hand over the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles."
Han Dongri also said coldly, "If you don't hand them over, then neither of you will leave this forest alive!"
For a moment, Wan Yunting's expression was tense, and he was incredibly anxious, unable to make a choice. But looking at the gentle eyes of Lu Xiaodie and Zheng Rong, he could see the fear of death in their eyes. However, Lu Xiaodie did not use her eyes to beg for him to save her. Instead, she signaled with her eyes that Wan Yunting absolutely must not agree to them and hand over the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles.
Back then, when he was in seclusion and practicing in the valley of Kunlun Mountain, Wan Yunting had told Lu Xiaodie and Zheng Rong that the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles might very well be the divine needle technique of the Heavenly Eye Lord God Sect.
Therefore, they understood that if the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles were truly handed over to the Lord God of the Heavenly Eye Lord God Sect, allowing him to master the divine skill, then not only would the man's life be in danger, but the entire martial arts world of China would also suffer.
"Five minutes are up."
Jian Shisan had been timing. Seeing Wan Yunting's grim expression and fierce gaze releasing killing intent, he smiled, "You should have made your choice!"
Wan Yunting looked up, his gaze falling on Lu Xiaodie and Zheng Rong, held by Han Dongri and Feng Xian behind Jian Shisan. The gentle eyes of the two women were very firm, and they shook their heads, signaling the man not to agree to them.
Seeing these two women shaking their heads, Han Dongri and Feng Xian immediately pressed their knife tips against their throats a little further. Blood flowed down their necks, and they shouted angrily, "Wan Yunting, do you really want to bury them?"
For a moment, the atmosphere became extremely tense. Wan Yunting's expression was anxious, and he glared furiously at Han Dongri and Feng Xian. Facing their threat to the lives of Sister Lu and Senior Sister Zheng, Wan Yunting felt both fear and internal conflict.
"I'll ask you one last time, are you handing over the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles or not?" Jian Shisan's face sank, and he shouted sternly at Wan Yunting.
Han Dongri and Feng Xian also glared at Wan Yunting, ready to plunge their knives into Lu Xiaodie and Zheng Rong's necks at any moment.
The tear-filled eyes of Lu Xiaodie and Zheng Rong looked at their man's conflicted and pained expression, causing them great pain. Lu Xiaodie made a firm choice.
"Okay, I agree…"
The next second, Wan Yunting still chose to hand over the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles. But when he looked up, he saw Lu Xiaodie suddenly lunge forward. The knife tip in Han Dongri's hand had been pressed against her neck. As she tilted her head back, the knife tip plunged into Lu Xiaodie's neck.
"No…"
Wan Yunting instantly cried out and rushed forward.
Han Dongri was stunned. He hadn't expected Lu Xiaodie to suddenly lunge forward. The sharp knife tip deeply pierced her neck. As he instinctively withdrew the knife, her carotid artery was pierced, and blood directly sprayed onto Han Dongri's face.
"Sister Lu…"
Wan Yunting, who had rushed forward, knelt on the ground and caught the falling Lu Xiaodie. He pressed his blood-stained hands against her continuously gushing neck. Terrified, Wan Yunting's expression was flustered and at a loss. He wanted to save her, but the knife tip had already pierced Lu Xiaodie's neck, and even with Wan Yunting's medical skills, it was beyond saving.
For a moment, Wan Yunting was grief-stricken. Holding Lu Xiaodie, he knelt on the ground crying, "Sister Lu, why were you so foolish…"
Lu Xiaodie, not yet dead, lay in the man's arms, her delicate body convulsing. Tears also slid from the corners of her eyes. Her tender gaze remained on the man. Wan Yunting quickly tore off the tape from her mouth, only for a mouthful of blood to emerge. At this moment, Lu Xiaodie could not speak, causing Wan Yunting immense pain and despair.
Zheng Rong beside them also had tears in her eyes, her emotions agitated. She understood that Little Die didn't want to make things difficult for Wan Yunting, so she chose this way to end her life and resolve the threat.
Jian Shisan, Han Dongri, and Feng Xian raised their eyebrows, looking at Lu Xiaodie in Wan Yunting's arms, her body gradually stopped convulsing, and her eyes gradually lost their luster and life. They hadn't expected this woman to be so resolute, choosing to help Wan Yunting in such a manner.
"Quickly put away the knife, don't let her die too…"
Jian Shisan, who had recovered, immediately shouted urgently to Feng Xian.
But in the next second, Zheng Rong leaned forward in the same way. The knife tip that Feng Xian was holding against her neck plunged in with a "poof." Startled, he tensed his expression and quickly withdrew the dagger. Zheng Rong's neck spurted blood, and she fell straight forward.
Wan Yunting, who was beside her, holding the corpse of Lu Xiaodie and still in pain, hadn't reacted when Zheng Rong fell to the ground. The blood spurting from her neck stained the dead leaves and soil on the ground. She turned her head with difficulty to look at Wan Yunting, who was sitting on the side, holding Lu Xiaodie's corpse, his expression completely dazed. Tears slid down Zheng Rong's cheeks, and with her last ounce of strength, she managed a smile on her face.
"No…"
Wan Yunting, having come back to his senses, let out a great cry. His heartbroken voice echoed throughout the mountain forest, causing Yang Jingyi and Zhang Xian'er outside, who were searching for him, to hear his heart-wrenching scream. Gu Luotang and Yang Jingyi's expressions changed, and they secretly felt something was wrong, realizing something must have happened.
"Senior Sister Zheng…"
Wan Yunting, his expression grief-stricken, crawled over with tears in his eyes and picked up Zheng Rong. He caressed the woman's smiling face with his bloody hands. Wan Yunting never expected them to be so foolish, choosing to die in such a way to help him. This filled him with immense pain and regret. If he had made his choice just one minute earlier, Lu Xiaodie and Zheng Rong wouldn't have had to die for him.
Now, Jian Shisan, Han Dongri, and Feng Xian on the side had grim expressions. They never expected these two women to prefer death rather than let Wan Yunting hand over the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles.
It had to be said that the confidantes around Wan Yunting were truly devoted to him, choosing to die rather than make things difficult for him.
"Ah…"
Wan Yunting, kneeling before the corpses of Lu Xiaodie and Zheng Rong, let out a roaring cry to the heavens. The deaths of Lu Xiaodie and Zheng Rong completely ignited something within him. Filled with regret, he stood up, looked directly at Jian Shisan, Han Dongri, and the others, and his entire body erupted with terrifying killing intent, making Feng Xian and Han Dongri tremble.
It was evident that the deaths of these two women had driven Wan Yunting into a complete berserk state.
Jian Shisan's expression was stern. He knew that Wan Yunting was very skilled and immediately called out to Han Dongri and Feng Xian, "Let's go together and capture him."
"Yes…"
Han Dongri and Feng Xian nodded. At the same time, twelve subordinates hidden in the grass jumped out, each holding a long saber, surrounding Wan Yunting.