Female Novel
Chapter 899
The old man gritted his teeth, enduring his pain, and forced himself to get up. He then called the others
to charge at Fane.
“Grahh!"
The group drew out their fine swords, one b y one, and rushed toward Fane.
“Since you guys want to dance with death s o badly, I'll grant your wish!"
Fane flipped his palm, and the black-metal sword appeared in his hand.
Fwoosh!
Fane flicked his wrist as slashes from the sword formed terrifying pressurized wind blades that flew
toward the group. Just like that, the men fell to the floor, lifeless.
"You... You know how to cast pressurized wind blades!”
The old man was startled. He thought that Fane would be slain by this night, what with the large
number of people with him, but all was in vain.
“Spill it! Did Lily send you here?"
Fane held the sword in his hand and stalked toward the old man. His eyes were dull and emotionless,
his voice flat and merciless—it sent chills down others' spine. The man before him looked all too
ordinary, thought the old man. Who would have thought that the blades of wind were conjured by him?
"I'll fight you to death!”
Not wanting to divulge in the truth, the old man raced toward Fane with a sword in his hand, wanting to
cut his head clean from his shoulders.
The old man’s ambition was cut short as a gash appeared on his neck in the next second. The old man
fell straight onto the ground.
"W-What... What's going on?!"
Andrew and Fiona, who had heard the noises caused by the fighting, ran out from the house.
By the time they got out from the house, they were greeted with a floor of corpses that littered the
ground. The scene paralyzed them both.
Fane did not know where to start the story nor how to explain the situation to the two. After all, he didnovelbin
not intend to tell Fiona and the others about the matter concerning the Woods family.
After putting some thoughts onto the matter, he kept away the sword in his hand and opened his
mouth, "I'm not too sure. Seems like someone hired these assassins. After all, many people out there
want our heads. I think it's better for us to leave Middle Province quickly.”
He would not have to leave Middle
Province had he not caused trouble for the Lamberts. He did not want to create more trouble, and that
was why he decided to leave.
After listening to Fane's analysis, Fiona was so frightened that she pestered them t o get out of Middle
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Andrew, on the other hand, asked in fear," Fane... It can't be that what’s-his-name's family—Lambat,
Lambert—looking for us, right?"
All of a sudden... "Hahaha! Want to leave Middle Province? I'll have to stop you there!" A gruff voice
was heard from the main gate of Fane's residence.