Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 68: You Have the Wrong Person

Han Dong had just left when someone immediately followed.

Jiang Feng came out from within the prison right after and saw the figures outside all heading towards Han Dong.

His brow furrowed tightly.

He was aware that with Han Dong’s strength and meticulous demeanor, it was impossible for her not to notice being followed.

But why did Han Dong leave in such a rush?

"She is the Grand Commander of Zhenbei Prison, so the Second Prince’s men wouldn’t dare mess with her."

"Moreover, the account book isn’t on her. Once they find out the truth, they won’t make things difficult for her."

Jiang Feng walked towards Chaoyang Alley.

Continuously comforting himself in his heart.

Han Dong noticed someone following her and, being anxious to attend to her business, unconsciously moved faster, trying to shake off the person behind her.

As a disciple from a prominent family.

Han Dong’s cultivation technique was superior to Jiang Feng’s and many others’.

Although she hadn’t perfected her body technique, with even a minor achievement, or mastery level, her speed was remarkably fast.

Her figure disappeared in a flash, like wind rushing through a hall, quickly shaking off some of the pursuers in the blink of an eye.

"What great body technique!"

"Quick, notify Manor Master Ning!"

"Chase!"

The people behind her, surprised and pleased by her impressive body technique, included an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist who immediately commanded.

He was the strongest among them.

A Fourth-Grade Martial Artist quickly parted ways to convey the message.

Han Dong dashed away at full speed.

By the end, the only person able to keep up with her was the Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist from the Dark Hall, who was a cunning person, continuously leaving various signs to help those behind follow.

"Why are you following me?"

Han Dong discovered she couldn’t shake off the Dark Hall Martial Artist behind her, stopped in her tracks, and shouted angrily.

The other party did not respond.

Keeping a certain distance from Han Dong, knowing that he couldn’t take down Han Dong alone.

"If you don’t retreat, don’t blame me for being rude."

Han Dong’s face turned grim.

She had urgent matters to attend to.

Not wanting to waste time on this person.

Immediately, she quickened her pace towards her destination.

That person remained silent, continuing to follow behind.

"Courting death!"

Han Dong sensed the movement behind her.

Unable to stand it.

A flying saber pierced through the air, flashed in the darkness.

The person was caught unprepared, tilted his head, and the flying saber grazed his cheek, embedding in the stone brick behind him.

A line of blood appeared on his cheek.

He never expected Han Dong to have such a skill.

"Go back and tell him, I won’t go with him!"

Han Dong flew forward.

Holding dual swords.

A move with the Double-Layered Overlapping Wave Sword, seemed to conjure countless sword shadows, simultaneously enveloping the Dark Hall Martial Artist.

The opponent was shocked.

Hastily, he took out two Iron Claw Hooks to defend.

Clang clang sounds were heard.

He retreated four or five steps.

His clothes tore open at the chest.

Two wounds appeared.

He was simply not a match for Han Dong.

"Dare to follow me again, and you will die!"

Han Dong’s gaze turned icy, clearly infuriated.

"Good swordsmanship, Grand Commander Han."

A voice came.

It was Ning Hongzhuo.

Having received the message, he rushed there, following the signs, and finally found the place.

"Hmph!"

Han Dong coldly snorted.

Quickly attacking the two, since they knew her identity and still dared to act presumptuously, they were undoubtedly sent by that person.

"Grand Commander Han, things not belonging to you, best not to take!"

Ning Hongzhuo advised.

Drawing out a horse-cutting saber, he teamed up in the alley with the Dark Hall Martial Artist to fend off Han Dong, the two attacking fiercely.

Unexpectedly.

Despite Han Dong having become an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist less than half a year ago, she was able to hold her ground against two Upper Third-Grade Martial Artists with dual swords in hand, exchanging blows in the alley.

Sword Qi surged.

In the short term, she didn’t fall behind.

"Refusing to drink a toast!"

Feeling Han Dong’s aggressive stance, Ning Hongzhuo got angry.

His hand wielding the horse-cutting saber, changed moves rapidly, his power suddenly surged, each slash carried an intense Qi Blood surge.

"Clang!"

Han Dong blocked with her dual swords.

Her body slid backward.

Her wrist slightly trembling.

Ning Hongzhuo with solid foundation as an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist, naturally not weaker than Han Dong, especially with the assistance of another Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist, fully exerting his strength, quickly gained the upper hand, directly forcing Han Dong to retreat.

"Grand Commander Han, hand over the item."

Ning Hongzhuo warned.

"Dream on!"

Han Dong wrapped the ribbons on the hilts of her dual swords around her wrist.

Ning Hongzhuo was stunned.

Quickly his face showed delight.

Misthinking the account book was on Han Dong.

"Then you’ll have no choice!"

He attacked aggressively this time, fully unleashing his strength, consecutively slashing with five mighty strikes, each slash echoed loudly, Han Dong continuously parried, eventually her Qi Blood couldn’t match Ning Hongzhuo.

As Ning Hongzhuo’s fifth slash came, her dual swords nearly slipped from her hand, she was knocked back against the wall.

The Dark Hall Martial Artist, each hand holding an Iron Claw Hook, seized the chance, trying to hook Han Dong’s clavicle to capture her.

"Whistling!"

But unexpectedly, Han Dong counterattacked, a sword wave flashed by, successfully forcing him back.

"Wait, what are you trying to take from me?"

Han Dong sensed something wrong.

Even if Little Prince wanted to retrieve the item, he wouldn’t send two Upper Third-Grade Martial Artists with such lethal intent.

"Too late to feign ignorance now."

Ning Hongzhuo sneered.

His horse-cutting saber again slashed towards Han Dong.

"You aren’t sent by Little Prince?"

Han Dong exclaimed.

Ning Hongzhuo’s expression was stunned.

"Stop pretending!"

Quickly sensing something, Ning Hongzhuo’s saber attacks became even more ferocious, and he told the Dark Hall Martial Artist, "Leave her breathing."

"Heh heh!"

The Dark Hall Martial Artist chuckled.

His iron hook flew out, aiming at Han Dong’s shoulder.

"You’ve got the wrong person!"

Han Dong shouted, swiftly dodging the iron hook thrown by the Dark Hall Martial Artist, attempting to use her body technique to shake off the two.

But unfortunately, facing Ning Hongzhuo alone was already tough, let alone having the Dark Hall Martial Artist assisting him, Han Dong couldn’t break through the encirclement, she kept retreating under their offensive.

"Thud!"

A lapse in defense.

Ning Hongzhuo’s strike hit her arm, had she not retracted promptly, she would have lost the arm.

Her expression changed drastically.

Could it be she would die here today?

Just at that moment, the Dark Hall Martial Artist’s hook flew again.

She had just avoided it, exposing herself to Ning Hongzhuo’s saber edge, a wave of danger engulfed her.

Han Dong felt her scalp tingling.

Believing her end was near.

"Whoosh!"

But just then.

A cold arrow shot in.

It deflected Ning Hongzhuo’s horse-cutting saber, enabling Han Dong to narrowly dodge.

"Who is it?"

Ning Hongzhuo shouted in surprise.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Turning around, he saw three arrows flying in.

In the alley, he quickly wielded his horse-cutting saber, generating a gust of wind.

"Clang clang clang!"

His adept swordsmanship securely overwhelmed Han Dong.

He parried all three arrows.

"It’s you!"

At this moment, Ning Hongzhuo’s face lit up, completely surprised, realizing the real perpetrator was indeed not Han Dong.

"Sigh!"

Jiang Feng sighed.

Obscured and masked, appearing before Ning Hongzhuo once again, he couldn’t bear leaving Han Dong, he came to check and unexpectedly found Han Dong mistakenly made the suspect by the Second Prince.

Feeling Ning Hongzhuo’s power, Jiang Feng had no choice but to further elevate his Divine Arrow.