Chapter 863 - 599 The Grand Finale (Final - )_5

"Don’t touch me randomly!" Chunyu Yan warned her in a low voice, "You woman."

Feng Yun’s heartbeat suddenly quickened.

"Did you swim across to get here?"

Chunyu Yan responded with a faint grunt, saying no more.

"Don’t be moved, this is what a scoundrel ought to do."

"..." Feng Yun had no words to respond.

Amid life and death, bickering seemed absurdly comical.

Chunyu Yan revealed a faint, fleeting smile, wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace.

"Hyah!" Like an arrow loosed from its bow, the horse sped forward rapidly.

Behind them, Yin You, Sang Jiao, and a dozen Yunchuan warriors were holding the rear, entangled in combat with the Andu Army, but their numbers were thin and strength waning, unable to withstand Wen Xingsu’s massive military onslaught.

Sang Jiao fell to the ground.

The sound of his battle knife hitting the dirt echoed dull and heavy.

"My King... run..."

Chunyu Yan looked back, gritting his teeth.

"Hyah!"

"Prince of Yunchuan——"

Wen Xingsu pursued relentlessly from behind, his voice harsh and ominous as he issued a warning.

"Leave her, and I’ll spare your life."

Chunyu Yan urged his steed forward like an arrow, speeding through the biting cold winds, mocking Wen Xingsu without restraint, his sneers ringing sharp and clear.

"I am willing to die alongside Yaoyao."

Wen Xingsu raised his bow and arrow, his gaze fixed on the pair clutching tightly to each other on horseback, their figures fleeting like phantoms. He hesitated, then lowered his bow, gripping his horse tightly with his thighs, "Hyah——"

Chunyu Yan was riding a fine steed.

But with two people mounted, the speed was inevitably slower.

Wen Xingsu’s troops were drawing closer, their shouts and cries practically within earshot.

This made Feng Yun instinctively recall the year she was sent into the Jin Camp by Feng Jingteng, when Wen Xingsu secretly crossed Huaishui to save her. Back then, her elder brother had been willing to sacrifice even his life for him...

Times had changed...

The one she trusted and relied on the most had now become the most terrifying and dreaded nightmare.

The heavens roared.

The northern wind howled.

The horse raised its hooves.

The wound on Chunyu Yan’s shoulder was strikingly red, conspicuous and bloody.

"Chunyu Yan." Feng Yun’s voice was slightly hoarse, "Let me down, escape on your own."

Chunyu Yan scoffed, "You think I’m afraid of death?"

Feng Yun knew this man could be obstinate to the point of madness, so she softened her voice, "If we’re caught, he won’t kill me, but he’ll kill you... Go quickly. Better to leave the green hills intact than have no firewood to burn."

Chunyu Yan laughed disdainfully.

Arrogant and unrestrained.

This was a side of him Feng Yun had never seen before...

He lowered his head, his lips brushing near her neck, speaking in a tone that was almost lighthearted.

"Feng Shi Er, you’re worried about me."

"You’re afraid I’ll die."

"You can’t bear for me to die."

The horse galloped forward with a sharp whistle, his laughter ringing in her ears, sending shivers down Feng Yun’s spine, making her scalp tingle.

At a time like this, what on earth was he thinking?

"Life is at stake." She grabbed Chunyu Yan’s arm, trying to persuade him.

Unexpectedly, Chunyu Yan suddenly tightened his hold around her, laughing as he tore off the mask on his face, hurling it forcefully toward Wen Xingsu behind them...

Then, with lightning speed, he turned Feng Yun’s face toward him and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Right before Wen Xingsu’s eyes, he kissed her.

His breath was fiery, his eyes deep as an abyss.

"This time, I’m the one who found you first. Feng Shi Er."

"That kiss. Consider it your compensation to me."

Feng Yun was stunned——

No time for words, no chance to react, the warmth on her cheek lingering as Chunyu Yan drew the Suiyu Sword, leaping off the horse, then powerfully smacking the horse’s rump.

"Zhuifeng, take her to Pei Jue!"

The horse, spurred on, neighed loudly and bolted forward.

Feng Yun leaned down to grab at the reins but missed, her hands tightly clutching the saddle as she looked back and shouted.

"Chunyu Yan, you madman!"

Her voice rang with despair.

Chunyu Yan did not glance back, simply raised his arm in a wave to her before charging at Wen Xingsu, his sword held high.

"You want Feng Shi Er, but did you bother to ask my sword whether it agrees?"

He openly provoked, his arrogance boundless.

"Wen Xingsu, if you’re a man, dismount and let’s have a duel to the death."

Wen Xingsu gripped the Zhanjiao Sword, his hold tightening, his voice low and cold.

"Stop the Prince of Yunchuan——"

He pulled the reins to move forward, intending to bypass Chunyu Yan to pursue Feng Yun. But Chunyu Yan had no intention of giving him the chance. He suddenly ripped off the Soft Whip tied to his waist and violently lashed at the horse’s legs...

It was Qiu Tong.

After Feng Yun was taken away by Wen Xingsu, everyone claimed Feng Yun had betrayed Pei Jue.

Chunyu Yan had initially been somewhat pleased, but he soon found Qiu Tong in the Da Yong Army camp...

Feng Shi Er hadn’t even taken the whip he gifted her; how could she possibly betray him?

This woman had no heart for him, but she was always meticulous about good things...

She might abandon Pei Jue, but she could never abandon Qiu Tong.

"Prepare to die."

Qiu Tong’s toughness seemed almost alive in his hands...

The warhorse neighed loudly.

Wen Xingsu, caught off guard, was taken down by Chunyu Yan’s unexpected attack, tumbling to the ground from his horse.

Chunyu Yan laughed heartily, undaunted by the disparity in numbers. Soft Whip entwined with Suiyu Sword, like the Spirit Snake emerging from its hole, its moves impenetrable.