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He broke off a branch from a large tree beside him and toyed with it for a moment. Suddenly, he gathered his strength and threw it directly towards Yin Luo's back. A muffled grunt was heard, clearly indicating someone had been hit. He quickly pulled Yin Luo up and embraced her in front of him, saying, "They are not targeting you. I will clear a path for you shortly; you need to ride away on your own, understood?"
A dense crowd suddenly surged towards them, and Yin Luo immediately sensed the seriousness of the situation. Instinctively, she reached for something at her waist and felt an unusual object. This calmed her somewhat, and she nodded in response.
Mu Changqing's palm wind was extremely swift. As he moved forward with her, two or three people were already knocked back by his force. However, these attackers were evidently well-prepared; even when repelled, it was only temporary. Another wave surged forward, and at this moment, Yin Luo realized that there were not just the two or three dozen people Mu Changqing had mentioned—there were at least a hundred more coming from behind. It seemed Mu Changqing had gotten himself into serious trouble!
But who would want to assassinate him out of the blue?
In such a short time, she couldn't figure out the answer to that question. Yin Luo didn't dare to hesitate and ran towards the direction where their horses had stopped under Mu Changqing's cover.
However, those attackers seemed to have seen through their plan to escape on horseback. Suddenly, two concealed weapons flew towards them. They dodged just in time, but the weapons struck the horses instead. The horses immediately went wild, breaking free from their reins. After those two succeeded, two more flew in, targeting the reins directly.
Every shot hit its mark!
Once the reins snapped, the two horses bolted in all directions—one galloped down the mountain while the other fell straight off a cliff.
Yin Luo's expression grew increasingly grave.
Mu Changqing was blocking ahead; she stood behind him where no one could harm him. However, despite Mu Changqing's superior martial skills compared to these attackers, their sheer numbers made it impossible for him to hold them off indefinitely. If this continued, they would only suffer losses.
Seeing Mu Changqing enduring so much upfront, someone seemed to have spotted his weakness. The leader suddenly pointed towards Yin Luo, and at that moment, dozens of men in black charged towards her. No matter how skilled Mu Changqing was, he could not withstand such an overwhelming force.
Ultimately, one person broke through his defenses and engaged her in combat. Yin Luo had the strength to evade but was unable to counterattack. Additionally, the woman was physically limited; her injuries had not yet healed. After a few exchanges, she was already exhausted, while on the other side, Mu Changqing could not afford to pay her any mind.
"Prince—" It was truly difficult to withstand; this person was highly skilled, a stark contrast to the twelve death warriors from that day in the dungeon who had merely possessed strength without much skill. Especially since she had no weapon in hand!
Mu Changqing seemed to sense something and removed his outer robe, tossing it directly to Yin Luo: "Catch it and find a chance to escape!"
Yin Luo caught the robe and immediately used it as a whip. Although this didn't guarantee victory over her opponent, at least it provided her with an opportunity to fight back.
The opponent's several sneak attacks were unsuccessful, and their gaze grew increasingly fierce!
Initially thought to be just a weak woman, it now appeared that she was far from that!
With a flick of his wrist, the long sword he had been wielding suddenly vanished, replaced by two short daggers, one in each hand, as he charged toward Yin Luo.
Due to the deliberate actions of these assassins, she had originally been alongside Mu Changqing but was gradually pulled apart from him. Now they were several meters apart. The black-clad man's attacks were fierce and lethal. At first, Yin Luo could manage, but as time went on, it became increasingly difficult.
Her fingers brushed against something hard at her waist. She raised her gaze, a hint of killing intent gradually forming in her eyes. This was now a matter of life and death; Mu Changqing could not look after her, and reinforcements would not arrive anytime soon. If she fired her gun, although it would expose her position, at least she could survive.
As the man lunged with a dagger, Yin Luo barely managed to dodge but found herself at the edge of a cliff, nearly falling off. With nowhere left to retreat and the man's attacks growing more intense, he swung both daggers at her with the intent to kill!
Yin Luo's fingers were already pressed against her waist; she clasped her hands together in defense, waiting for him to close in so she could draw her gun and shoot!
However, at that critical moment, a flying knife suddenly shot through the air and severed the man's entire right arm. Staggering from the blow, he was pulled back by Mu Changqing. Clearly acting out of desperation as well, they both fell to the ground together. Faced with numerous attacks, Mu Changqing found himself struggling to fend them off; his movements were becoming increasingly labored.
However, after this fight, everyone had a tacit understanding of his weakness and began to attack Yin Luo from behind. Yin Luo furrowed her brow, protected by him, her hand on the gun, feeling that she could no longer hold back!
Suddenly, another sword thrust came. Mu Changqing pulled her aside to avoid it, but in doing so, he lost his footing. Yin Luo let out a startled cry as she was thrown toward the edge of the cliff. Mu Changqing managed to grab her in time, but now they were both hanging at the cliff's edge, making it even harder to deal with the assassins behind them.
The assassin saw that Mu Changqing was unable to fight back and lunged forward with a knife. Pain shot through his right shoulder, and his gaze darkened as he involuntarily loosened his grip, causing Yin Luo to fall a little further.
Blood dripped down with a "plop," one drop landing right on Yin Luo's brow.
Below was pitch black, with only the sound of the wind howling. Yin Luo, pale-faced, heard her own voice carried by the wind but remained steady: “Prince, let go.”
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