Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Hong Wu's expression changed as he looked up to see a figure standing in the middle of the road, not far ahead of the convoy.

His pupils constricted, and his whole body shuddered uncontrollably. I would never forget this face, even in death! It's Zhao Dong!

Hong Wu roared, "Quick! Speed up! Run him down!"

Seeing Zhao Dong's figure, Hong Wu was terrified out of his wits. The driver didn't dare hesitate and immediately slammed the accelerator to the floor.

BANG!

A loud crash erupted. The speeding car was stopped by Zhao Dong's single hand. The front of the car crumpled inward, and the massive impact instantly killed the driver.

Hong Wu didn't fare much better. He was flung from the car, landing hard on the ground. Bleeding from his seven orifices, he was a wretched sight.

CRACK!

The car door was torn off by an immense force.

"Hong Wu! It's time to settle our accounts!" Zhao Dong's eyes burned like those of a vengeful specter from the netherworld, terrifying Hong Wu so much his knees buckled.

"Zhao Dong! It's best to leave a way out for others so we can meet on better terms in the future. Must you really be so ruthless?"

"Ruthless!?" Zhao Dong sneered. "You should have expected this outcome the moment you pointed a gun at me!"

With that, Zhao Dong flashed in front of Hong Wu and threw a punch at his shoulder.

SQUELCH!

Half of Hong Wu's shoulder exploded, a mass of mangled flesh bursting open.

"Ahhh!!!" Hong Wu let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Zhao Dong gripped Hong Wu's left hand and squeezed lightly.

CRUNCH, CRUNCH... SQUELCH!

Hong Wu's left hand was crushed into a bloody pulp. The pain was so intense that he nearly passed out, but Zhao Dong's kick sent him flying backward to crash heavily onto the ground. He coughed up mouthfuls of fresh blood.

"Master Hong, it's time for you to die," Zhao Dong said softly as he walked slowly toward him.

Though his steps were unhurried, each one landed like the toll of a death knell in Hong Wu's heart.

As Zhao Dong raised his right foot high, a murderous glint suddenly flashed in Hong Wu's eyes.

"Zhao Dong, do you really think I, Hong Wu, have no tricks up my sleeve to get by in this world?"

The moment he finished speaking, a glint of cold light shot from his right hand. A silver needle, nearly invisible to the naked eye, flew straight toward Zhao Dong's neck.

A powerful sense of mortal danger washed over Zhao Dong. The hidden weapon was incredibly fast. His instincts screamed, and he twisted his neck to avoid it, but in the next second, a piercing pain shot through his shoulder.

Zhao Dong's pupils shrank. His body trembled as he staggered back two steps. Blood began to flow from his shoulder. That silver needle concealed another one inside it! I didn't notice!

Red blood streamed down his shoulder.

"Hahahahaha! Zhao Dong! That's the Seven Breath Death Powder I bought for a fortune! You will be dead within seven breaths, guaranteed!"

"Hong Wu! You truly are despicable!"

An overwhelming killing intent surged within Zhao Dong, but the poison was spreading rapidly, and he couldn't afford to be careless. Gritting his teeth, he growled, "Hong Wu, you will die a miserable death!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Dong quickly sat cross-legged and began circulating his Spiritual Energy to fight the poison.

Seeing this, Hong Wu turned and fled. Even though Zhao Dong was poisoned, he knew he was still no match for him. Watching Hong Wu escape, Zhao Dong seethed with impotent anger.

A minute later, the poisoned needle was forced out of his body. Zhao Dong had managed to expel the toxin by sheer will.

Thank goodness I'm at the third level of Foundation Establishment. Otherwise, I would have been in real trouble today.

Zhao Dong rejoiced silently, but by the time he had suppressed the poison, Hong Wu was long gone.

At the same time, a group of Hong Wu's henchmen rushed over. Zhao Dong frowned, his eyes turning cold, and tore into the crowd like a whirlwind. Five minutes later, over a hundred henchmen lay on the ground.

Zhao Dong didn't immediately chase after Hong Wu. Instead, he rushed into the villa. Hong Wu's death is certain. But I didn't see Xu Yafei with him, which means she must still be in the villa. Compared to killing Hong Wu, her life is what matters most.

The first floor was empty, so Zhao Dong sprinted up to the second. When he reached the bedroom doorway, he was stunned by the scene before him.

Inside the room, Xu Yafei lay motionless on the floor, covered in blood, her face deathly pale.

"Yafei!"

Heart pounding with anxiety, Zhao Dong rushed over and swept her into his arms. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she painfully opened her eyes. Seeing Zhao Dong, tears streamed down her cheeks. "Zhao Dong... am I dreaming?"

Zhao Dong's heart clenched. It was agonizing to see the women he cared for suffer like this because of him. He took her hand and placed it on his cheek, his eyes red as he said, "Yafei, you're not dreaming. I've come to save you..."

Her hand was so cold, bone-chillingly cold.

"Yafei, don't talk. Let me save you..."

"No... I'm not going to make it, I know..." Her heart felt like it was being sliced apart. She had once dreamed that Zhao Dong would descend like a hero from the heavens, kill Hong Wu, and take her away. Now, he was here... but she was about to die.

"No! You can't die! I won't let you!" Zhao Dong growled, his eyes red with anguish. He gently laid Xu Yafei down and began channeling Spiritual Energy into her body.

But Hong Wu's poison was no ordinary substance. After so much time, the toxin had already attacked her heart. If not for her desperate will to see Zhao Dong one last time, she would have died long ago.

His Spiritual Energy flowed into her, but it had no effect whatsoever.

"No... Yafei! Yafei!!!"

A wave of overwhelming grief crashed over him, and Zhao Dong roared at the heavens. Why... why isn't even the Mystic Sky Technique working?! What in the world is this poison?!

Watching Xu Yafei's life force slip away, Zhao Dong was consumed by despair.

"Zhao Dong... in my next life... I hope I can be your first woman..." With tears in her eyes, Xu Yafei gave him one last look, a blissful smile on her face.

As she finished speaking, a trickle of black blood dripped from her lips, and her heartbeat slowly faded. Finally, her hand fell limp, and the warmth left her body.

"Ya... Yafei??"

Zhao Dong stared blankly at the lifeless woman in his arms, an unbearable sorrow twisting in his heart.

"NO!!!"

Tears welled in Zhao Dong's eyes, his body trembling as he rasped, "Why... Why did this happen?"

He didn't know what he was doing anymore, only that he had tried every method of the Mystic Sky Technique, all to no avail.

THUD.

Zhao Dong collapsed to the ground, staring at the woman in his arms, his body as if turned to stone.

"Yafei..."

He closed his eyes, trying to hold back his tears, but the back of his nose stung, and they fell uncontrollably. The body in his arms was already cold. With a trembling hand, he caressed her face as his tears fell softly onto her cheek.

"Why... why..."

The pain was so intense he could barely breathe; he felt like he was suffocating. I couldn't even save her... who else could? Is a life really gone, just like that?

His heart spasmed. The woman in his arms still wore that blissful smile, but her voice and her image were now frozen in this final moment.

Tears streamed down his face. "Yafei... I'm so sorry... It's my fault you died..." If I hadn't kept trying to meet with her, would this have happened?

His heart felt like it was bleeding. Cradling Xu Yafei, he felt as if he had lost his very soul. She's really gone... She really vanished from this world, just like that. There will be no trace of her left...

Tears burst from his eyes.

Just then, a calm voice sounded from behind him.

"Young man, connections begin and end, souls gather and disperse—all for a reason. You must look past it."

His mind reeled. Zhao Dong whipped his head around to look.