Return of the King, Dominating the City-Chapter 1489 - 1474: You’re in Big Trouble

"Mission, what mission could possibly bring you, Kunpeng, all the way here?"

Abe Jinming was on the verge of madness. It had been such a painstaking effort to get rid of Song Yun, and now suddenly Kunpeng appeared. This was outrageous—no, it was the ghosts who were getting tricked. Just a fraction of a second, just that, and he could have killed Song Yun. But that fraction of a second was not something Abe Jinming dared to overstep. He and Kunpeng were old rivals; he knew Kunpeng’s character. Bet on Kunpeng to keep his word.

"You don’t need to worry about that!"

Kunpeng stood there, looking down at the crouching Abe Jinming, and said, "My mission is to protect Song Yun and escort him back to his country. If you try to stop me, I’ll kill you!"

"You!"

Abe Jinming tightened his grip on the club, ready to strike, but in the end dared not make a move. He fiercely tossed the club aside.

Snap.

The club shot like lightning, embedding entirely into a nearby wall.

For a club to pierce a wall, imagine... well, the joke was more on Abe Jinming’s incredible strength than the wall’s weakness.

"I saved you once!"

Kunpeng didn’t even look at Abe Jinming, who had stood aside, and told Song Yun, "You’re too weak. Your hero complex is ridiculous!"

"Tch!"

Song Yun forced himself to raise his head, glaring at Kunpeng, and said, "I... I didn’t need your help; I could have killed him myself!"

"Oh, looks like not only have your skills improved but your temper too!"

Kunpeng slung his sword over his back and said, "Ordered by Number One to escort Comrade Song Yun back to the country. Now, can you stand up?"

"I!"

Song Yun struggled to brace himself on the ground. It was as if ten thousand volts surged through him, and he shuddered, almost falling. But he was driven by pure willpower, slowly lifting his upper body.

Song Yun did not want to appear weak before Kunpeng. Kunpeng was his enemy, his nemesis; he had hurt both him and Qingluan. Song Yun would never forget this. Even if Kunpeng came to save him now, Song Yun could not let go of his hostility toward Kunpeng. Before possibly the greatest enemy of his life, Song Yun’s resolve was unprecedentedly strong, and slowly, despite his trembling body, he stood.

"That’s not bad!"

Kunpeng wore a playful smile, saying, "Remember, you owe me your life!"

"I don’t owe you anything!"

As Song Yun said this, his body shook violently, nearly collapsing. But he managed to grab a nearby table for support.

"Do you really think that without you, I couldn’t have killed him?"

Song Yun’s face held an expression akin to an injured wolf.

"Oh!"

Kunpeng’s face showed a slight smile of surprise.

At that moment.

"What’s happening!"

Abe Jinming suddenly shouted, and then.

With a sputter.

A mouthful of blood sprayed from Abe Jinming’s mouth, and his face turned a deathly shade.

"Like I said, even without Kunpeng, I could kill you!"

Song Yun looked at Abe Jinming with vicious intent, suddenly coughing violently and spitting out blood.

Song Yun wiped the blood from his lips and said, "Abe Jinming, you... are dead!"

"Ugh!! Poison!!!!!!"

Abe Jinming clutched his throat, his face turning from a deathly shade to a dark blue, his whole body trembling violently, his muscles swelling grotesquely, blood seeping from his eyes, nose, and ears.

"This is..."

Kunpeng looked at Abe Jinming in surprise and said, "This is cyanide poisoning!"

"Song Yun!"

Abe Jinming shouted, coughing up another mouthful of blood, "I’m going to kill you!"

Aware that the poison had reached his heart, it was too late for antidotes. Knowing death was imminent, Abe Jinming, regardless of Kunpeng standing nearby, mustered his remaining strength and charged at Song Yun.

One step, two steps, three steps.

In just three steps, Abe Jinming reached Song Yun, reaching out to grip Song Yun’s throat.

Song Yun calmly watched the bleeding Abe Jinming, not making any move.

From the moment his Ghost Blade pierced Abe Jinming, his fate was sealed.

Cyanide was deadly with just a small amount. Song Yun was sure that even someone as formidable as Abe Jinming couldn’t withstand its effects. But Song Yun also believed that once the poison began to react within Abe Jinming, he’d likely notice. And if he did, Abe Jinming had the capability to purge the poisoned blood. Isolating it could save his life.

Thus, Song Yun’s strategy was to relentlessly attack and distract Abe Jinming, so when the poison did act, Abe Jinming would only notice the intense pain, not suspecting poison.

With Abe Jinming focused intensely on Song Yun, he hadn’t anticipated a poisoned blade.

It was determined the moment Abe Jinming was stabbed, not expecting the blade to be laced with poison.

Song Yun looked at the convulsing Abe Jinming and said, "No matter how powerful you were, you died by my blade. There’ll be no more of your name in the top three on the War God List. I will take your place!"

"You!!!!!"

Abe Jinming attempted to squeeze the life out of Song Yun, but his strength ebbed away like a receding tide. His hand dropped weakly, and Abe Jinming finally collapsed.

Blood, a dark crimson, stained the ground.

Abe Jinming’s body twitched unconsciously a few times before falling still.

After uttering a few phrases, Song Yun was left breathless and exhausted.

Kunpeng looked at Song Yun in surprise and said, "You’ve got a big problem coming your way."