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It seemed as if the person in front wanted to tear apart the man before him. Upon closer inspection, the man in the middle had a strikingly vivid red stain on his chest, soaking through his clothing. He pressed a large, rough hand against his chest while gripping a sword in his other hand, red liquid dripping steadily from the blade.
"It seems your master wants us dead," the leading man said coldly, his sinister eyes glinting with a chilling light, the originally dark pupils now filled with bloodshot veins.
The black-clad man at the forefront snorted coldly, "Anyone who stands in our master's way deserves to die."
"Is that so?" The man narrowed his eyes and replied icily, "Then let's see if you have the ability to do so."
He then turned to the man beside him and asked with concern, "Alin, can you still hold on?"
"Don't worry, this little injury is nothing," Alin replied, his voice as cold as Amu's.
"Then let's fight with all our might." Before he finished speaking, he raised his sword and thrust it directly at the leading black-clad man.
However, he was quick, but the black-clad man was quicker. With a simple sidestep, he deflected the gleaming sword effortlessly and immediately retaliated with a ruthless thrust of his own.
At that moment, Alin and Arsen joined the battle. The sound of clashing swords echoed continuously in the open forest, particularly pronounced in the stillness. Unfortunately, they were outnumbered; Amu could still hold his ground against the leading man for a while.
But Alin and Arsen gradually found themselves at a disadvantage. In a moment of carelessness, a long sword suddenly lunged toward Arsen. Seeing this, Alin rushed to save him but was blocked by another black-clad man and could only dodge in panic.
As the long sword was about to pierce Arsen's heart, Amu, who was engaged in combat with the leading black-clad man, desperately used his arm to block the incoming blade. Instantly, a deep gash was cut into his clothing, blood flowing freely.
"Amu..." Arsen exclaimed in shock.
"Be careful." There was no time for further words; the leading black-clad man relentlessly pursued him. Unable to evade in time, Amu felt the long sword pierce his chest. He kicked at the black-clad man fiercely but stumbled back a few steps unsteadily.
Before he could steady himself, a long sword pierced deeply into his back. Instantly, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out as he fell to one knee, the sword embedded firmly in the ground, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.
“Amu…” Alin and Arsen were frantic at the sight, wanting to help but were entangled by several people and unable to break free. Alin, already injured, now had a new wound and felt even more powerless.
Arsen was not in much better shape; although the previous strike did not pierce his heart, blood continued to flow uncontrollably, causing him to feel dizzy.
This was the essence of being outnumbered; the three of them were surrounded and covered in blood. The leader among the black-clad figures sneered coldly, “Prepare to die.”
He raised his sword high, but before it could descend, he suddenly coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground. Amu and the others were momentarily stunned, then they looked behind the black-clad man and breathed a sigh of relief.
Four figures appeared suddenly, their movements swift and decisive. In just a moment, over twenty black-clad men lay defeated on the ground, while these newcomers emerged unscathed.
Once all the enemies were dealt with, one man in his forties joked, “I say, are you planning to spend the night lying on the ground?”
Amu was startled and quickly got up to bow respectfully, “Young Master.”
The leading man wore white clothing, with a handsome face and distinct features. His narrow eyes and high nose gave him an elegant appearance, and a subtle smile lingered at the corners of his mouth.
He waved his hand lightly and said softly, “No need for excessive courtesy; go tend to your wounds first.”
Then he turned to the woman beside him and said, “Ajin, it’s up to you.”
The woman smiled and nodded. Dressed in a flowing green gown that swayed in the wind, her thick Willow Brows framed a fair face adorned with a gentle smile. Her large eyes blinked continuously as she spoke softly, “Alright.”
Amu and the others were taken aback, looking at the woman with surprise before respectfully saying, “Thank you for your help, Princess.”
Although he did not understand why the prince suddenly changed his attitude, it was harmonious to see them getting along. They were merely subordinates and never questioned their master's affairs.
The woman smiled slightly and said softly, "From now on, don't call me princess; call me Miss Ajin instead. The real princess has already been found."
"What?" Amu exclaimed, looking at the smiling man in disbelief. "Really found?"
They had spent so much time without discovering the whereabouts of the princess, as if she had suddenly vanished into thin air. Initially, they intended to continue searching, but upon receiving news that Prince An was restless and plotting for power, they hurried back without further searching. However, they unexpectedly encountered assassins sent by Prince An here.
Jiang Wei nodded gently and then said, "Yes, found."
"Then why didn't the master bring her back?" Amu asked in confusion.
Waving his hand with a smile still on his face, he replied, "She has other matters to attend to, and I urgently needed to return to handle things, so I left first."
After leaving Boiling City, they rushed back without stopping. The journey was not far; they were simply heading to Penglai Nation. Coincidentally, they had to pass through Vermilion Bird Kingdom, and since Boiling City was on the opposite side of Zhuque, this round trip took some time.
Originally, they planned to take the main road, but Ajin expressed fear that Prince An's people might search along the way. If that happened, they would be unable to escape in time, putting the palace in danger. Thus, they changed their route but unexpectedly ran into Amu and his companions.
Speaking of Ajin, Jiang Wei's gaze shifted uncomfortably toward her. He saw her seriously bandaging the wounds of Amu and his companions. Her face looked incredibly delicate; her unadorned cheeks resembled those of a fairy, charming and endearing.
He realized that his perspective on Ajin had completely changed over time. Perhaps it was because after leaving, Mo Xi'er specifically instructed him to treat Ajin well or perhaps because she was no longer his sister. Viewing her from another angle revealed a different brilliance.
"Young Master, it's all bandaged up," she said. Before he could retract his gaze from Ajin, she suddenly turned her head. Their eyes met for a moment; the fleeting connection made things awkward as he hurriedly looked away.
Clearing his throat uncomfortably, he said, "Let's hurry up and get on the road."
At this moment, the most important thing is to hurry back to the palace. I wonder how things are with Father Emperor and the Empress Dowager. Given Prince An's methods, I fear that even in the palace, they will not remain calm along the way.
"Young Master, we have received news that Prince An has not managed to control the palace. After all, those ministers have followed the Emperor for many years. Even if Prince An intends to win them over, it will likely take some time." Due to inconvenient conditions, they had only hastily bandaged their wounds.
After all, they were seasoned martial artists; once the bleeding stopped, there was not much harm done. After Amu finished bandaging, he stepped in front of Jiang Wei, his voice dark and heavy like the cold of winter.
"Currently, he may want to kill you first and then control the Emperor. We must be more cautious now." His voice carried worry; he feared that if anything happened to the Young Master, he would regret it deeply.
Suddenly, Ajin stood up after tidying her clothes and said with a light smile, "He doesn't dare to act openly yet. As long as we take a back road home, he won't find us for a while. Once we reach the palace, he won't be able to turn things around."
Amu was taken aback and looked at Ajin in confusion. When did this woman become so clever? He remembered that she used to be arrogant and domineering, always relying on brute force instead of using her brain.
Jiang Wei merely smiled as if he had long been accustomed to her newfound intelligence. Perhaps she was always a wise woman; it was just that his previous hatred had completely overshadowed her merits.
As they interacted under different identities, he realized how many strengths this woman possessed—so many that he could hardly count them.
Her profound martial skills, exquisite medical knowledge, sharp intellect, and beautiful appearance—when did she start radiating such dazzling brilliance?
"Ajin is right; we need to return quickly. Can you all endure your injuries?" He shifted his gaze away from Ajin and turned back to Amu and the others.
"Young Master, don't worry; we can hold on." After all, they were the Emperor's exclusive guards. If they cried out over minor injuries, how could they protect the country or safeguard the Emperor and the princes?
"That's good. We need to quicken our pace." Suddenly, he snapped his Folding Fan shut. A glint flashed in his smiling eyes as a chill spread across his face.
In the Heavenly Universe Kingdom, an astonishing event occurred: the Emperor suddenly issued a decree to burn Boiling City down, trapping all its citizens inside without allowing anyone to escape.
In an instant, the entire nation was in shock. Although Boiling City had produced the Reflection of Hell, the people were terrified and wanted to avoid it at all costs. After all, it was the lives of tens of thousands that were at stake—how could they be burned away in a single fire?
With this imperial decree, the most panicked were the citizens of Boiling City. Each person was filled with fear and confusion, unable to understand why the emperor would issue such a decree. It is said that food is the priority for the people, and the emperor always claimed they were his subjects.
Yet now, they were being treated this way. The citizens were terrified and angry, but there was nothing they could do. The epidemic had already been controlled, and before they could even celebrate, a bolt from the blue struck them.
The most furious of all was Night Star. In his study, several people stood before the table with their heads bowed, not daring to make a sound. The air was heavy with tension, making it hard for them to breathe.
Suddenly, the man sitting in the red wooden chair slammed his hand on the table. His face was dark with anger, his eyes filled with intense hatred, and his voice cold as if coated in frost: "How dare he do this?"
These were his subjects—laboring tirelessly in the fields just so that the one sitting at the highest position could improve their lives and make the nation more prosperous.
Yet what he received in return was such cold-blooded cruelty. There were over thirty thousand citizens in this city—burned away in a single fire? How could he have such a heartless resolve?
Previously, he had only thought that for the sake of the throne, Li Ye disregarded brotherly bonds and parental duties out of fear that this legitimate prince would take away his hard-won position.
But what threat did these citizens pose to him? Now he realized that Li Ye was not merely cold-hearted; he was utterly insane.
His long fingers clenched tightly. Suddenly, he raised his sleeve violently, sending the sandalwood table flying into the air. Books scattered across the floor as an overwhelming aura emanated from him, resembling a hellish demon.
The members of Qinglong stepped back in shock, heads bowed low, not daring to look at the enraged man before them. Just being near him made it hard for them to breathe; if they were to meet those captivating eyes, they might suffocate from fear.
However, Qinglong still risked being crushed by Night Star's wrath. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he cautiously spoke: "My lord, please calm your anger."
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