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Chapter 66

  Chapter 66

  At this time, the battle inside the mansion had already begun. The number of black-clothed assassins was not large, but they were all highly skilled masters. The imperial guards brought by Yin Rou could not stop them at all, and some assassins had already killed their way into the main hall of the mansion where Yin Rou was located.

  The main house is divided into two floors, and the room where Yin Rou lives is located in the center of the second floor. Now, she has left her room under the protection of Xiao Min, Ai Jia and more than a dozen female bodyguards, and retreated to the farthest end of the corridor.

  In the corridor, there were also more than a hundred palace guards waiting in array. Looking around, the narrow corridor was crowded with people, and it was densely packed with people.

  The sound of fighting downstairs was getting closer and closer, and the nerves of the guards were also getting tighter and tighter, their eyes all looking towards the stairs.

  Hush, hush, hush!

  Suddenly, several black shadows climbed up along the stairs, and these people were all wearing Ling armor, holding Ling soldiers in their hands.

  The palace guards were not weak, but compared to the top masters of Lingwu, they still fell short. Seeing the enemy charging forward, a hundred guards rushed up and launched an attack on the opponent.

  They came up quickly and fell down even faster, in the blink of an eye, several guards were swept away by the spiritual waves emitted by the opponent, blood splattered everywhere, their heads and bodies separated.

  The gap in strength between the two sides is huge, and rushing forward will only lead to a quicker death.

  "Gu Yue shouted loudly in the crowd: 'Don't get close, keep a distance, shoot arrows!'"

  His voice was hoarse from shouting, but no one listened to his orders. The imperial guards were fearless and continued to charge forward recklessly.

  Over a hundred imperial guards, not to mention hurting the opponent, couldn't even get close to the assassin, were knocked down one after another. Some died on the spot, while others were seriously injured. In an instant, more than half of the over 100 guards fell, and the remaining ones could no longer stop the opponent.

  Six assassins, swift as arrows shot from a bowstring, moved through the corridor like ghosts, heading straight for Yin Rou at the far end of the hall.

  Gu Yue and Ai Jia exchanged a glance, steeled themselves, and went forward with determination.

  The two of them knew each other's thoughts, let alone six assassins. Even if they joined forces to fight one assassin, it would be very difficult, but at this critical moment, there was no time for that. Duty-bound, even if it meant certain death, they had to grit their teeth and charge forward.

  The two men drew their swords, and with a crisp "ding" sound, their blades clashed. Before they could even retract their moves, each of them took a heavy kick to the chest. The two were like kites with broken strings, flying backward until they crashed into the wall. With two thuds, Gu Yue and Ai Jia fell to the ground, spitting out blood and water, their bodies weak and unable to get up.

  Two chiliarchs, without even exchanging a glance, were knocked down by each other, showing the strength of these assassins.

  Xiao Min shielded Yin Rou tightly behind her, holding the spiritualized steel sword in her hand. She sternly asked, "Who are you? Why do you want to assassinate Her Highness?"

  No one answered her, nor did anyone spare her a glance. The assassins' gazes were all focused on Yin Rou behind her.

  They were like ferocious wolves that had spotted a lamb, their eyes gleaming with a terrifying light as the six assassins slowly closed in.

  "Kill——"

  Yin Rou's dozen or so personal bodyguards could no longer hold back, and they all drew their swords to charge forward. The cultivation of these bodyguards was not bad, and they were also the last line of defense around Yin Rou. However, compared to the assassins, there was still a significant gap. Six assassins split into four people to block them, while the other two continued to press towards Yin Rou.

  Xiao Min's feet moved swiftly, and with a heavy sword, he slashed through the air, sending a wave of spiritual energy surging out. The two assassins' bodies shifted downward, easily avoiding the attack. At the same time, they closed in on Xiao Min from both sides, their knives stabbing at his left and right ribs.

  Darkness shouted a loud cry! Xiao Min returned the sword to block, and the opponent's knife was barely held up, but its momentum was too great, she couldn't resist, her body involuntarily retreated again and again. Before she could steady herself, an assassin jumped in front of her like a spirit monkey, swinging his arm wildly, slashing three knives with a whooshing sound.

  Xiao Min exhausted all his strength to parry, but was in a precarious situation and could no longer extricate himself, being tightly entwined by that assassin.

  The last assassin walked unimpeded to Yin Rou's side and stood in front of her.

  At such a close distance, facing the assassin face to face, Yin Rou could even smell the strong bloody scent emanating from his body. She was scared to the extreme, but the princess's dignity wouldn't allow her to reveal any fearful emotions. She forced herself to remain calm, her gaze unwavering as she met the assassin's icy stare, her small chin slightly raised.

  Yin Rou is very beautiful, her beauty is the kind that makes people involuntarily attracted to her without realizing it, especially now when she appears strong on the surface but is actually afraid inside. That fragile beauty can make any man's heart ache, even if he has a heart of stone, it can be melted into softness.

  The assassin's knife was raised high, but facing Yin Rou, it hesitated and did not fall.

  He saw his expression, but his eyes gradually deepened, he slowly raised another hand and stroked towards Yin Rou's cheek.

  His palm was covered with thick spiritual armor, and there were bloodstains constantly dripping down from it, which belonged to the guards.

  Yin Rou stared with her eyes wide open, almost vomiting, but she didn't dodge.

  When the assassin's hand was about to touch her cheek, she clearly felt a sudden jolt in the assassin's body, and then the assassin's head slowly lowered.

  Along his line of sight, Yin Rou suddenly saw a black curved dagger protruding from the assassin's lower abdomen.

  Of course, a knife cannot grow out of a person's belly; it is inserted from the back waist and protrudes from the front abdomen.

  Ah! Yin Rou was startled and quickly covered her small mouth, suppressing the cry that was about to escape.

  It wasn't until then that she saw a figure appear behind the assassin, a spirit warrior clad in black armor and wielding a long scythe.

  He appeared at some point and drew his sword, but Yin Rou didn't see it clearly, as if he had been standing behind the assassin all along.

  Buzz!

  The black-armored warrior swung the scythe in his hand, directly tossing the assassin's body into mid-air. Then, with a swing of the scythe, accompanied by a crisp cracking sound, the assassin was cut in two by the blade. Scarlet blood scattered from the air, splashing onto Yinyou's face and clothes.

  Without giving a second glance to the corpse severed by him, his eyes filled with dark mist stared straight at Yin Rou. Perhaps due to the obstruction of the mist, his eyes were icy cold and devoid of any emotions.

  Yin Rou shivered and covered her cherry lips with her small hand, trembling as she said: "Tang... Tang Yin!"

  She had never seen Tang Yin wearing the Ling armor, but she could sense that the strange and terrifying Ling warrior in front of her was indeed Tang Yin. There was no reason why, it was just a pure feeling.

  No one's armor is as black as Tang Yin's, it's as if it's a part of the dark night itself.

  Tang Yin didn't respond, switching the sickle to his right hand and extending his left arm to wrap around Yin Rou's slender waist, then he rushed towards the assassin who was fighting with Xiao Min.

  The man had not yet arrived, but his knife had, a heavy blow from top to bottom, tearing through the air and emitting a piercing whistling sound.

  That assassin reacted quickly and hastily crossed his sword to block.

  All of a sudden there was a loud crack, followed by a dull rumble.

  His knife's force was too great, the wooden board under the assassin's feet could not withstand the pressure, and it broke open, causing his entire body to sink in and fall to the first floor.

  Tang Yin did not pursue, and instead swung a spiritual wave downwards from mid-air. Regardless of whether or not it hit the opponent, he then carried Yin Rou to meet the other assassins head-on.

  His joining in broke the balance between the two sides imperceptibly, and the four assassins immediately became passive, being forced to retreat step by step.

  At this moment, outside the inn, there was a hubbub of people and horses neighing, and in the distance, one could only hear people shouting and horses whinnying, all mixed up like a mess.

  It's obvious without looking, it's the city guards who have arrived. The four assassins looked at each other and then retreated together.

  Their actions were swift and decisive, judging that it would be difficult to kill Yin Rou in the current situation, and delaying further would only lead to more soldiers gathering outside. Even with their high cultivation, they feared they would ultimately fall into a desperate situation of being captured.

  They wanted to run away, but Tang Yin didn't want to let them go. He put down Yin Rou and quickly chased after them.

  Judging solely by their cultivation, the other party was not inferior to him, and their speed was no slower than his. However, Tang Ye's Shadow Shift was too bizarre, especially in the dark of night, where it was almost unrestricted.

  He flashed behind an assassin in an instant with a dark shadow drift, and the sickle in his hand was raised, striking down with all his might.

  That assassin was caught off guard, and just as the thought of dodging occurred to him, the sickle had already arrived in front of him.

  Crack!

  The knife hilt, smashed with a loud crash, the assassin's back armor was like a broken mirror, shattered into pieces, and at the same time, his entire body also flew forward under the impact.

  With a thud! The assassin was thrown out more than five meters away, and his body had just landed on the ground. Before he could even get up, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

  Tang Yin stepped forward, his scythe pressing down on the man's neck. "Don't move, unless you want your head to change address!" he said coldly, glancing at the other three assassins.

  Just in this brief delay, the other three assassins had already climbed over the wall of the mansion and ran away without a trace.

  "It seems that your companions have abandoned you!" Tang Yin looked down at the assassin on the ground, his voice cold and menacing. "Tell me who you are and who instructed you, and I might consider sparing your life, or even letting you go!"

  "Haha!" The assassin suddenly burst out laughing, he had suffered a severe blow from Tang Yin, his internal organs were severely damaged, and he knew he couldn't escape. He madly shouted: "Tang Yin, you dog loyal to Zhan Hua, your days are also numbered!" After finishing speaking, his eyes gradually lost their luster, and the spiritual armor on his body also dissipated.

  Zhan Hua is the name of the King of Feng Guo, and no one in Feng Guo dares to address the king by his given name.

  Tang Yin was stunned, and when he came to his senses, the assassin's eyes were already a dull gray, and the spiritual armor on his body had dissipated, revealing a black tight-fitting garment.

  "Damn it!" He cursed under his breath, crouched down, pinched the assassin's neck, and the other's pulse stopped beating. The warm body was cooling down. Tang Yin fiercely tore off the mask on his face. At this time, black blood flowed from the corner of the assassin's mouth, and a layer of dark green appeared on his face, which was a sign of poisoning.

  A cultivator with such profound cultivation would actually be willing to poison himself to death, this was an extremely inconceivable matter in Tang Ye's eyes.

  The assassin died without revealing anything. What was his identity and who was behind him, Tang Yin knew nothing about it, which drove him crazy.

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