Bound to the Enemy: The Mafia's Obsession

The gunshot tore through Cassandra Feng's waist, narrowly missing her dantian. Her body-once a great weapon envied by all was now riddled with wounds, her qi reserve damaged and leaking, her strength drained.

She had fought for hours, her impeccable martial skills honed through years of brutal training by her Master and Grandmaster. Yet even she could not endure against hundreds of assassins wielding both ancient techniques and modern weapons who attacks her with the sole mission of taking her life.

Every breath she took burned her lungs. Her throat felt raw and sore. Every movement threatened to split her meridians apart as poisoned blood raged violently within her clashing with her qi and tearing her veins.

A question appeared in her mind. Who could command such great forces? Who could know her body, her immunity, her secrets so well to trap her in such a vicious net?

With her current condition, despite her unparalleled skills and qi cultivation, fighting against the countless assassins was impossible. Her dantian was on the verge of shattering, her qi dispelling, her cultivation dropping down at a speed visible to the eyes, the poison clashing against her organs, her vision started to turn blurred and hazy as she ran forward.

Even the hope of escaping was very slim for Cassandra Feng as she was pursued by countless assassins, tension of them qi cultivators using qi and spirit aura to attack her.

Still, she clung to one faith-that her aloof Master would come. He had to come. She had sent the emergency signal of the Sect, the blare reserved for the deadliest and most urgent situations.

Surely, her Master must be on his way to rescue her.

Staggering through the forest, vision blurring, Cassandra pressed on with sheer will and hope. Her dantian trembled on the verge of collapse as the accumulated qi depleted like sand, her blood stained the earth with every step she took. She couldn't use her qi to run away from her pursuers as the more she use her qi, the faster it depleted and the cracks in her dantian increased.

Her enemies were closing in on her from behind. Ahead of her was a deadly cliff. There was no way out for her. Had she been at the peak of her cultivation, she could have easily jumped off the cliff.

Yet, her pursuers seemed to grasp her skills and cultivation very well to poison her first, rendering her unable to use her qi.

Helplessly, she stumbled, crawled, rolled and ran- until she saw him.

The man she had prayed for, the one she always knew would appear to save her and rescue her.

Standing at the sharp cliff's edge, framed against the beautiful skies, he was magnificent and otherworldly -like an immortal god descended to earth. Long black hair streamed behind him like ink spilled across the heavens, his silky white ancient Chinese robes billowing in the winds with an elegance that defied the chaos behind him and the abyss