Cold wind whipped across the rugged wilderness as Lin Fan sprinted through the underbrush, his ragged breathing sounding like a broken bellows. Behind him, dozens of shadowy figures cloaked in midnight black bounded across the crags with terrifying speed, brandishing gleaming curved sabers.
"Lin Fan, give it up! Stop running and accept your death!" the lead assassin barked, his sneer slicing through the whistling wind. "A crippled dog actually thinks he can escape our grasp? Count your last breaths, bastard!"
Lin Fan gritted his bloody teeth, venom coursing through his veins hotter than the chill of the night. "Treacherous dogs! How dare you betray the Lin Clan?! Colluding with those venomous scoundrels from the Black Serpent Sect... and my elder sister! You spineless bastards orchestrated her forced marriage to that sect's bastard young master just to sell out our bloodline and techniques!"
His heart tore in agony at the thought.
