The Empress Is Gigolo 495 On The Chase

"So much nonsensical talk!" Zhan Changkong spat out a mouthful of extravasated blood. He had suffered a blow from Green Ghost earlier and put a little more distance between them.

Right now, they were 20 kilometers away from Jiangbei City.

In the past, this distance would have been covered in an instant.

However, after being surrounded and escaping from a long hard battle while carrying a man and running madly for dozens of kilometers, he felt that his speed was slowing down. He had exhausted most of his energy and was only able to continue moving forward by squeezing out his energy reserves.

Nevertheless, every cell in his body was groaning in agony.

That blow delivered by Green Ghost had inflicted serious internal injuries to him.

They were like maggots clinging to his tarsal bones that refused to let go. The 20 kilometers that used to be easily traversed were now like a huge chasm.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk! Chief Zhan, the chief of the Golden Ring Residence is like a bereaved dog. Don't tell me that this generation of the Golden Ring Residence is so cowardly. No wonder you guys surrendered… If your ancestors got ahold of this piece of news, they would definitely vomit blood," said a fluttering voice that came from behind them.

"Not only a bereaved dog, but also a gutless little mouse… You actually didn't flee slowly, but your strength is lacking." Another voice seemed to come from several places, and its exact location couldn't be identified.

Zhan Changkong vomited blood as he scolded, "Green Ghost and White Ghost, I will take revenge another day!"

"Why wait for another day, isn't today the most opportune time?" The previously heard voice continued sneering.

Zhan Changkong gritted his teeth and stopped speaking.

"It's about time, and I suppose Chief Zhan doesn't have much strength now. Why don't we brothers stop and send this famous, but cowardly rat, the chief of the Golden Ring Residence, on his way?" Following these words, the two increased their speed. Within a short time, they reduced the gap between themselves and Zhan Changkong from 50 or 60 meters to a closer distance.

"Chief of the Golden Ring Residence, you can't run away. Why don't you meekly offer your neck to be cut? Tsk, tsk!"

The two figures were like two wisps of green smoke as they gradually got closer to Zhan Changkong. Then, they appeared on his left and his right while running parallel to him.

"Stay behind!" A figure leaped up and dropped behind Zhan Changkong.

The aquamarine and green short knife in his hand was propelled toward the back of Zhan Changkong's heart.

"Get lost." Zhan Changkong mustered all of his strength as he parried the knife behind him. The nine golden rings of his weapon gave off a metallic clashing sound.

"This devilish sound confuses the enemy. Your ancestors secretly learned it from our Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect. Do you think it will affect us?" The figure behind Zhan Changkong floated up, evaded this strike, and accelerated to stab his back again.

"Tsk, tsk, don't struggle anymore. Let the chief of the Golden Ring Residence go in peace!" The other figure b.u.t.ted in front of Zhan Changkong with a gray short knife.

Zhan Changkong said nothing and rushed forward fiercely. He felt something cold on his back and then the pain. As blood spurted out, he tried to tighten his muscles to stop the bleeding, but was unable to do so.

"Chief!" Zhan Chiyang, who was being carried by Zhan Changkong, stretched out his arm to block the short knife that was going toward Zhan Changkong.

Zhan Chiyang's hand was cut off and flew toward the sky. He held the stump of his arm with a sorrowful face, but didn't even let out a sound.

"Ah!" roared Zhan Changkong as his eyes grew bloodshot. He controlled his muscles and mustered all of his strength to rush forward wildly.

"Tsk, tsk!" They smirked. The two continued to follow Zhan Changkong on both sides, looking for an opportunity to strike. They were like wolves that waited to bite off a mouthful of meat each time while still ensuring their own safety.

Otherwise, if one happened to sustain serious injuries, they might be killed by their fellow disciples. Even though both Green Ghost and White Ghost had worked together for many years, they still maintained this habit.

By paying the lowest cost to kill the enemy, they had to give up some opportunities at times.

If not for this special characteristic of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect's disciples, Zhan Changkong wouldn't have survived until now.

Both of them clearly knew that Zhan Changkong couldn't hold on and wouldn't survive to reach Jiangbei City.

Even Zhan Changkong knew that he was using all of his energy to sustain his ability to continue running.

Seeing the torches on Jiangbei City's walls more than 20 kilometers away, where both Painting Fairy and Caixian were located, he was filled with despair because he was afraid that he wouldn't make it back.

He hoped that Ren Baqian, the princ.i.p.al of Black Bamboo Academy, would treat his Golden Ring Residence disciples well… Zhan Changkong miserably harbored some hope.

Right at this point in time, a dark shadow came rushing in from the front and raised a glimmer of hope in his heart.

That was from the direction of Jiangbei City. Someone from that direction… His own people!

"Brother, please help me. I'm from the Golden Ring Residence!" Zhan Changkong shouted with all his might. After this exertion, he wasn't able to hold on and fell to the ground.

"Tsk, tsk!" The two Ghosts following him saw their opportunity and laughed with glee as they pounced on Zhan Changkong.

"Ah!" At this moment, the seriously injured Zhan Chiyang, who also had his hand cut off, broke away from Zhan Changkong's grasp and blocked his back.Two short knives pierced through him at almost the same time.

Zhan Chiyang spouted fresh blood and displayed a hideous expression. "Come and die! Let's die!"

Using his remaining hand, he lashed out his fist at one figure.

That figure became a puff of smoke and then disappeared.

The other person plunged their knife downward and almost ripped open his stomach. Immediately thereafter, he floated far away.

The two Ghosts positioned themselves, one on the left and the other on the right. They cautiously observed the oncoming figure.

"Chiyang!" Zhan Changkong shouted as he struggled to get up.

At this moment, that figure ran in front of Zhan Changkong, kicked him away with one foot, and continued rushing away wildly.

The two Ghosts saw this scene and paused for a moment, but they didn't know what was happening at all.

Wasn't this person who came running from Jiangbei City a reinforcement from the enemy side?

From the look of it… this seemed unlikely…

At this point in time, four or five figures were seen rushing in their direction.

Heavy steps. .h.i.t the ground, and every step generated a deafening noise. The momentum generated gave the impression that even a city wall wouldn't be able to stop them.

The pupils of the two Ghosts shrank. They couldn't identify the person that they saw earlier, but they could instantly identify these people.

The winged cavalry!

Only the aboriginals could charge in such a wild manner with such barbaric and imposing momentum.

"Run!"

Instantly, the two transformed into green smoke and disappeared into the night sky.

More than ten seconds later, those figures arrived. They saw the dead body of Zhan Chiyang and immediately got someone to check on Zhan Changkong, who had been kicked away.

"He's still alive!"

"Send him to the city!"

One man carried Zhan Changkong under his arm and also carried the corpse of Zhan Chiyang as he ran toward the city.

As soon as they reached the city gate, they heard the tumultuous sound of hoofbeats. After that, they saw hundreds of winged cavalry warriors filing out of the gate and heading south.