After all, both the Iron-faced Man and Lei Huan were already on the brink of death, and Le Yu shamelessly used the "Veil of Strife," a massive area-effect silence weapon, to abruptly cut off all their skills. Then, with the flicker of light from his red hair, he used the Eight Rice Flow Technique to counter-kill them both. Achieving such results was only natural. Sometimes Le Yu wished he could still use the ’Yin Yin Conceal’ account — "Veil of Strife" was just too powerful. Hidden Sword Assassin + Veil of Strife = one punch for every ordinary Martial Artist. Although he probably couldn’t beat Lan Yan, how many Martial Artists like Lan Yan, who would even give up a kidney, exist in this world? He glanced at his charred left palm, then at Lei Huan lying on the ground, gaining several insights. In absolute darkness, although most of the electricity from this deathly assassin was weakened, a small portion still covered his skin. If not for the Ice Blood Physique allowing him to ignore paralysis and pain, Le Yu certainly couldn’t have shattered Lei Huan’s neck with one right hook. Only Martial Artists of Seven Emotions could use their ’miracles’ in the dark. Earlier, while watching on the fourth floor, he also saw other Brotherhood death-assassins exhibiting various unbelievable abilities, killing Flame Command operatives in chaos, which already aroused his suspicions. And Lei Huan using lightning in the dark was direct evidence. Producing a special soldier type like the Seven Emotions Martial Artists, Le Yu had reason to believe the bandaged man who attacked him and Bai Yu was indeed a member of the Brotherhood. On the other hand, dragging his upper body to continue fighting, the Iron-faced Man was also formidable. Despite having intestines and organs inside out, surprisingly little blood flowed out. A normal person would have already bled the ground, but the blood from the Iron-faced Man didn’t even amount to a bottle of red essence. The blood’s color was filthy like dust swept out from under the bed after decades, or like exquisite sewage from a drain. Anyway, Le Yu couldn’t smell any scent of blood; it was completely unlike the normal blood that could stimulate his taste buds. Adding the heroic gesture of the Iron-faced Man dragging his upper body to fight, Le Yu suspected if they did a blood test on him, there might not be a single drop of normal blood, just full of stimulants. Yan Yi shielded Ning Xinyuan in her arms, cautiously eyeing this white-haired assassin. Many thoughts crossed her mind. If she assumed correctly, the darkness earlier could be the effect created by the "Extreme Divine Weapon·Veil of Strife," as this Extreme Divine Weapon was typically exclusive to an assassin leader... could he be sent by the assassin leader to assist? But why was he among the assailants? Could he be a secret plant by Lin Le Yin or an ally invited by Cha Huan? Yan Yi was lost in wild thoughts, and Le Yu was slightly surprised— she didn’t recognize him? Very quickly, Le Yu realized the problem: he had white hair. Though Lin Le Yin belonged to the alluring type with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, compared to facial features, most people remembered his red hair more easily. Currently, Le Yu wore a white wig and had makeup on his face, more importantly, he also wore the Veil of Strife! If Yan Yi could recognize him at a glance, it would only mean she had had some untoward thoughts about him. Since he wasn’t exposed, Le Yu didn’t plan to clarify anything further. It’s always better for fewer people to know about such trump cards like the Divine Weapon: "Just a passing Hidden Sword Assassin." "Then why did you save me?" "Isn’t it said that when a girl gets saved, she would offer herself? My fiancée still needs a beautiful and strong female bodyguard, and I think you fit well. You can pay back your life-saving debt by being a workhorse in the future." "What?" Yan Yi was taken aback, but quickly shook her head: "You’re lying." "You think a white-haired person would utter a single truth? White-haired people are the best liars." Yan Yi wanted to ask more, but a sweetness welled up in her throat, and she directly coughed up blood foam. Le Yu glanced at her, realizing her current injuries were almost comparable to Zhengwei in his dying moments— there was not a single piece of good flesh on her body, although her clothes were already tattered, there was nothing sexy about it, her skin was almost entirely covered in blood and grime, only an elegant outline could be discerned, with quite a few injuries where flesh rolled over, simply ghastly. These injuries are certainly not the kind to see the sun tomorrow. The reason Le Yu swiftly decided to save her was because Yan Yi was injured due to him— supposedly guarding the Platinum Tower, but essentially, it was Le Yu setting a trap to wipe out these societal scoundrels who dared to act against him in one fell swoop. Leaving the Flame Command aside, Yan Yi essentially came voluntarily to help, she could have simply walked away. Although she might not necessarily have meant to protect Lin Le Yin, Le Yu owed her this favor. At least he couldn’t just watch Yan Yi get gravely injured and die. Le Yu looked at the person in Yan Yi’s embrace and asked: "It won’t end down there anytime soon, medical officer won’t arrive that quickly... I don’t know the Scenic Battle Technique, does she?" Yan Yi shook her head: "She doesn’t... don’t you dare touch her!" Yan Yi was very tense, having heard the thugs mention it earlier, Ning Xinyuan was second on the must-kill list. She vaguely guessed Ning Xinyuan might be a follower of some Palace Master, as she just exposed her ability to instantly annihilate, thus making her a target for the thugs. Even if he was here to save her, it was hard to say if his stance and Ning Xinyuan’s position were opposed, she absolutely couldn’t let him discover her sister’s identity! Le Yu seeing Yan Yi’s attitude, couldn’t fail to guess this black-robed unconscious person was Ning Xinyuan? Yet he didn’t think much of it, merely considering Ning Xinyuan might have come accompanying Yan Yi to assist, noting he saw Ning Xinyuan passed out right from the start, thus assuming Ning Xinyuan might just be too weak and collapsed at the outset. Yan Yi assumed Le Yu wanted to kill the Instant Annihilator, preventing him from knowing Ning Xinyuan’s identity. Le Yu actually knew Ning Xinyuan’s identity but didn’t know she was the Instant Annihilator. But now no one knows the Scenic Battle Technique, and Yan Yi could lose her connection at any moment and be permanently offline... Le Yu blinked, removed her Veil of Strife, and said, "Do you want to die or live?" "Then bear with it a bit!" Le Yu suddenly approached, and Yan Yi had no time to dodge. In the next second, she felt something being stabbed into her body by this Hidden Sword Assassin! Googlᴇ search 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕·𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎·𝚗𝚎𝚝 She didn’t think the Hidden Sword Assassin suddenly had a murderous intent but thought he might be trying to give her a quick and easy death. However, Yan Yi quickly felt that the object was injecting warm, full energy into her body. The severe wounds rapidly healed, buds formed over scabs, and her disjointed internal organs started to realign and recover. Even the spinal cord she had severed reconnected, yet she felt the overwhelming pain across her body along with a relaxing, comforting life energy! When Le Yu withdrew the object, Yan Yi felt a bit of a sense of loss, hoping he wouldn’t stop. Le Yu noticed Yan Yi’s expression and shook his head, "There’s not a drop left." "Soul Purification Demonic Sword?" Yan Yi looked at the small dagger in Le Yu’s hand. Although it was a question, her tone was very certain. She herself knew the Scenic Battle Technique and naturally knew the feeling of being treated by it. For instance, the essence of Scenic Battle Technique is ’borrowing from the future,’ accelerating body healing at the cost of physical lifespan, so the wounded being treated would feel their body hollowed out. But now, not only did she not feel empty, she felt extremely spirited, like her body was filled by Le Yu, as if he had given her a lot of money, making her immediately aware that she had just been irrigated with life energy. No Combat Technique can transfer life energy, not even at the cost of oneself to benefit others. The only thing that can do this is the legendary ’Soul Purification Demonic Sword’ which can drain the life of the dead, and like the ’Veil of Strife,’ this Divine Weapon is also exclusive to the Assassin Leader. Le Yu didn’t respond and said, "Now you should be able to hold on till daylight. Stay here, and if anyone else comes up, pretend to be dead." "Three people just went up, one called Grand Steward, an Iron-faced Man, and one with a serrated machete." Yan Yi swiftly reported her information. Le Yu nodded and quickly headed to the sixth floor. A Hidden Sword Assassin with two Divine Weapons... could he be the Assassin Leader himself? Didn’t the headmaster say the Assassin Organization would never set foot in the Imperial Academy? More importantly, why is the Hidden Sword Assassin helping us? As Yan Yi pondered, she suddenly saw something drop at where the Hidden Sword Assassin had crouched before. She reached out with effort and picked it up, finding a small object wrapped in snowy white candy paper. She tore it open, took a sniff, and her face showed a peculiar expression. A muffled groan suddenly sounded beside her, startling Yan Yi. She looked over and saw Lei Huan actually turned his head slightly, his eyes filled with resentment glaring at her, and his right hand trembled as it slowly lifted! His neck was snapped, but not dead!? Yan Yi’s eyes glinted with ferocity, and she extended her hand intending to finish him off completely! Seeing Yan Yi’s move, Lei Huan became anxious and let out a wailing scream as his body burst into thunderclap! Then his right hand transformed into a Palm Blade, brutally stabbing downwards! As the blood spurted up, Lei Huan’s Palm Blade instantly punctured his own heart. He continued glaring at Yan Yi, but the resentment in his eyes slowly turned into glee, even revealing a sinister smile, as if declaring his victory. As the thunderclap dissipated, Lei Huan’s eyes completely turned into the hollow stillness of death. He couldn’t utter a word before dying, but Yan Yi seemed to hear his Celestial God-like roar, helplessly sighing, "Is this your arrogance?" Even though she thought Lei Huan’s arrogance was incomprehensible, and the Iron-faced Man’s loyalty inexplicable, upon reflection, how was she any different from them? Consumed by her devotion to Ning Xinyuan, willing to die for love, was it more noble than any other pursuit? The countless characters in the world, some seek fame, some value profit, some are infatuated, some uphold righteousness; each believes their own relentless effort is most important, yet in others’ eyes, it’s not worth a glance. Yan Yi recalled the dialogue moments ago, put the candy in her mouth, then lay down hugging Ning Xinyuan, affectionately rubbing against her face with a blissful smile.