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Chapter 949 - 921: Two Swords

Chapter 949: Chapter 921: Two Swords

"Wake up! Wake up!"

An Qin felt as if she was sinking into a pitch-black abyss.

In this abyss, there was nothing.

All that existed was boundless darkness and deathly silence.

She didn’t know where she was, but in this place, she felt an overwhelming cold. She wanted to escape, but she couldn’t find the door to freedom no matter how hard she tried.

Suddenly, she heard a voice calling her name.

"This voice... it sounds so familiar..."

Vaguely, she felt she recognized the owner of this voice. It was someone important, someone she knew deeply and intimately. Yet, in the freezing depths of this abyss, her increasingly foggy mind couldn’t recall who this person was.

Following the voice, she began walking instinctively toward its direction.

It was a subconscious move—she didn’t even know why she was doing it.

She only knew that this place was too dark, too cold. It scared her. She wanted to find a place, someone she could rely on.

Her intuition told her that this voice could perhaps be trusted.

"An Qin, wake up! It’s me, Li Chen!"

"Li Chen?" In the darkness, An Qin strained to recall. That name was so familiar, and it felt immeasurably important in her heart. Yet no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t piece together what this person looked like.

"Li Chen, Li Chen... where are you..." Wandering aimlessly in the void, An Qin groped around in confusion.

"Crack... crack..." A layer of frost started to creep up Li Chen’s arm.

Even with his resilience, the terrifying cold made his arm feel stiff and rigid.

At this moment, this was the only method he could think of to stop An Qin.

Because, despite the powerful aura emanating from her, Li Chen could feel the sheer fragility emanating from her trembling form. At this moment, she was incomparably weak.

Her body was only maintaining itself by drawing strength from Frost. He didn’t dare to act with brute force, for that would undoubtedly harm her.

"An Qin, wake up!" Helpless, Li Chen could only keep calling out to her in this relentless manner.

The biting frost was so severe that even Li Chen’s robust physique suffered frostbite.

But this was Li Chen.

Had it been anyone else, they would have long since been reduced to an ice sculpture.

Only someone like him, recklessly fearless, could suppress An Qin’s rampage with such an extreme approach.

Though the surrounding individuals begrudgingly acknowledged An Qin’s connection to Li Chen, they clearly had no intention of leaving. They hung back at a distance, their wandering gazes fixated on Li Chen and An Qin.

One of them caught sight of Li Chen’s actions, a faint flicker of calculation flickering in their eyes.

Evidently, Li Chen’s deep concern and care for An Qin were transparent in his actions to anyone who was watching. But did this not present them with an opportunity?

The Mysterious Level Advanced Stage cultivator whom Li Chen earlier grievously injured was now healing. Meanwhile, his gaze furtively darted toward Li Chen, a venomous glint glimmering in his pupils.

Evidently, being slashed by Li Chen earlier had left him utterly humiliated. He was now harboring a simmering grudge in the depths of his heart.

Gradually, Li Chen’s left arm was completely enshrouded in dense layers of ice. By now, it was plainly evident that his left arm was entirely frozen.

Yet, his right arm continued holding onto An Qin with unrelenting firmness, showing no intention of letting go.

"An Qin! An Qin..."

At that moment, a radiant flash of Sword Radiance abruptly blazed to life.

"Swish!"

A longsword gleaming with a frosty sheen forcefully thrust forward in an instant.

The one wielding the sword was none other than the Mysterious Level Advanced Stage cultivator Li Chen had struck down earlier.

Only this time, the target was no longer Li Chen. The intended victim was the fragile An Qin cradled in Li Chen’s arms!

"You... courting death!"

Li Chen was fervently calling out to An Qin, distressed by her condition. But upon witnessing the piercing Sword Radiance, his boiling anger surged uncontrollably.

However, this strike was exceedingly devious and shockingly fast.

Li Chen, despite wanting to intervene, suddenly realized his frozen left arm made his movements sluggish and cumbersome.

With no time to think, Li Chen promptly twisted his body, shielding An Qin behind him and turning his own back to the strike.

"Rip——"

The longsword penetrated Li Chen’s chest.

Not one strike, but two.

One blade pierced through Li Chen from the front.

The other pierced him through the back.

Turning his head slightly, trickles of blood escaped from his lips. Yet, there was still a faint, serene smile plastered on his face.

"An Qin... I’m sorry..."

Seeing this pale yet enduringly gentle smile, something within An Qin’s ice-blue eyes seemed to tremble. Slowly, her pupils began to take form—as if awakening.

"Li Chen... Li Chen!!" she shouted.

As clarity returned to her eyes, tears blurred her vision in an instant.

To her horror, she realized that the Frost blade in her own hand was stabbed deep into Li Chen’s back.

And in front of him, another enemy’s sword was embedded in his chest.

"I’m sorry... I’m sorry!"

For the first time, An Qin loosened her tight grip on the Frost sword. At this moment, she had no idea what to do.

"It’s alright." Li Chen gave her a faint smile. With a flick of his Red Moon sword, he instantly blasted the Mysterious Level cultivator back before removing the Frost blade from his own body. Completely ignoring the blood flowing down his chest, he gently reached out a hand to stroke An Qin’s head.

"As long as you’ve come back to me, it’s all worth it."

"Li Chen... I’m sorry, I’m so sorry..." Looking at the red-stained clothes and the blood soaking through his armor, An Qin couldn’t even string together a proper sentence. She collapsed into his chest, weeping uncontrollably.

After some time, Li Chen noticed that An Qin had fallen into a deep slumber.

Her body had already reached its absolute limit.

"As long as she’s awake now, that’s all that matters." Breathing a sigh of relief in his heart, Li Chen halted the flow of blood from his wounds. Holding An Qin securely, he slowly rose to his feet.

His gaze swept over the crowd around them.

In their eyes, a predatory gleam began to resurface.

A gleam akin to a pack of wolves eyeing their prey across the grasslands!

Previously, Li Chen’s display of overwhelming strength had indeed cowed them into retreat. But now, having taken two swords to his body, his injuries were undeniably severe.

Would the claws and fangs of an injured tiger still prove as fearsome?

In this world, survival is a ruthless game. The weak are devoured without mercy. An injured tiger inevitably attracts the encroaching greed of the wild wolves and scavengers circling nearby. Once a chance presents itself, they will waste no time in launching their attacks.

"It seems you’ve made your decision," Li Chen murmured, shaking his head slightly. Breaking the Frost from his frozen left arm, he adjusted his hold on An Qin and gripped his Red Moon blade tightly with his right hand, striding resolutely toward the encroaching crowd.