Chapter Ninety-Eight: Twin Shadow Dragon Swords

Although Chu Sheng said nothing, he did not deny it either—this alone proved he had acknowledged his identity. The terrifying tales of Chu Sheng, the Shadow Dragon Twin Swords, flickered through their minds. With both the Empress Dowager and the Princess present, neither of whom could afford the slightest mishap, Tong Wula dared not be negligent. He pursed his lips and whistled sharply into the air.

The whistle was a signal, summoning other guards from the residence. Facing the Shadow Dragon Twin Swords, Tong Wula knew he was no match. In a short while, Tie Wula and Yin Wula, who usually stood by Baili Xian, arrived, and to Liu Ling’er’s astonishment, even Lady Ice Phoenix—the one who had taught her the sword dance—came hurrying in.

Flamboyant Yin Wula, having been silenced by Baili Xian’s acupoint technique for a week, was finally able to speak today. His peach blossom eyes swept over Chu Sheng, and he couldn’t help but sneer, “Well, well, where did this pretty boy come from? Tong Wula, you can’t even handle a pretty boy now? Had to whistle for reinforcements...”

His chatter grated even on Chu Sheng’s nerves, who frowned in annoyance. But Tong Wula cut him off before he could say more. “Pretty boy, huh? You know who he is? Don’t say I didn’t warn you—this is Chu Sheng, the Shadow Dragon Twin Swords! If you’re so capable, try capturing him yourself.”

The newcomers exchanged glances, all with somber expressions. Chu Sheng’s reputation preceded him—first assassin of the Eastern Chu Kingdom, his weapon the legendary Twin Dragon Swords. It was said that if you could pay his price, the target was as good as dead.

Later, when Liu Ling’er learned these details, she couldn’t help but gasp. Who would spend such a fortune for the Empress Dowager’s head? And how reckless was Chu Sheng, to actually come for the Empress Dowager just for silver, openly risking his life for gold!

No wonder Tong Wula immediately called for backup; it was the wisest move. Though Chu Sheng was young, his prowess could only be described as peerless.

Chu Sheng’s gaze swept over the assembled experts, his brows knitted tightly. This mission, it seemed, was doomed to fail. Not only were these four formidable, but even the Empress Dowager herself would not be easy to handle. Yet, for her sake, he was determined to try.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes. Chu Sheng gripped his Twin Dragon Swords, advancing instead of retreating, and charged at the four. Before he even reached them, a fierce wave of sword energy swept toward them.

The four—Tie Wula and his companions—raised their swords in unison, meeting Chu Sheng’s Twin Dragon Swords. The clash rang out like a great bell, metal shrieking as the weapons were knocked from their masters’ hands and sent flying.

Landing lightly, Chu Sheng retrieved his Twin Dragon Swords. Seeing several fresh cracks along the blade, surprise flickered across his face, mingled with a hint of distress. His swords were forged from meteorite iron—he had never expected them to be damaged here, in the Prince Xian’s residence.

The loss of a cherished weapon provoked his anger. With a darkened expression, Chu Sheng launched a second assault.

Liu Ling’er watched, thoroughly shaken. Chu Sheng was like a human weapon. The four—Tie Wula and his peers—were all top-tier fighters, yet after thirty or forty exchanges, they still hadn’t subdued him. That alone showed how fearsome Chu Sheng truly was. In Liu Ling’er’s eyes, he was the reincarnation of King Chu, the very spirit of General Guan returned.

“Four against one, and we still can’t take you?” gritted Yin Wula, his sword moving even faster. Their desperate effort soon put Chu Sheng on the defensive. At this rate, his capture was only a matter of time.

But to Liu Ling’er’s surprise, Chu Sheng seemed to perform some trick with his sword—the Twin Dragon Swords split into two separate blades. With a sword in each hand, his speed soared, and he instantly turned the tide.

Driving the four back, Chu Sheng spoke, “How many years has it been since I’ve used twin swords? I see the world has forgotten the might of the Twin Dragon Swords.”

“Twin Dragon Dance!” he called, and his swords whirled so densely that Liu Ling’er thought they seemed like two dragons unleashed.

Heavens, is this not fantastical? Did I transmigrate to a realm of immortal cultivators? Now she understood the source of Chu Sheng’s moniker and the foresight of his parents—these were no human feats; they surpassed the wildness of beasts!

Five figures crossed and clashed; sudden spurts of blood stained the field. Chu Sheng alone remained standing, while Tie Wula and the others were struck down.

Moments later, blood trickled from Chu Sheng’s lips. Seeing this, Liu Ling’er felt a measure of relief—had Chu Sheng emerged unscathed after all this, she would doubt whether he was even human.

Chu Meier, who had remained motionless at the back, suddenly moved, striking Chu Sheng with her palm. Weakened as he was, her blow sent Chu Sheng flying.

Seeing now that the mission could not be completed, Chu Sheng stamped the ground and darted toward Liu Ling’er, clearly intending to break through from her direction.

Chu Meier, noticing his intent, quickly shouted, “Ling’er, get out of the way!” Liu Ling’er felt utterly vexed. Obviously, Chu Sheng was looking down on her, regarding her as the softest target.