Duanmu Xiu arrived at the Nanyue Kingdom when the sky was slightly bright. The city gate had just opened and there were few people on the cold streets.
"Who is coming? Take off your armor and dismount." The guards guarding the city saw him charging straight through the city gate on horseback, and they all raised their weapons and came to intercept him.
Duanmu Xiu, who was eager to save people, narrowed his sharp eyes, and a trace of bloodthirsty murderous intent flashed in his deep black eyes. He quickly swung the soft sword like a snake, forcing the guards who were intercepting in front to jump aside, waiting for them
When he came back to his senses, he had already run away.
"There are assassins entering the city." The guard's voice shouted faintly from behind.
Duanmu Xiu shook off the guards behind him, grabbed a random passerby on the street and asked for the location of the Imperial Preceptor's residence, and immediately rushed to the Imperial Preceptor's residence without stopping.
Arriving at the gate of the Imperial Preceptor's residence, Duanmu Xiu dismounted and immediately went to knock on the door.
"Who is knocking on the door so early in the morning?" The boy yawned and came out to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, Duanmu Xiu immediately stretched out his foot and kicked it open. He grabbed the boy who came to open the door with one hand and asked with a fierce look like Shura on his cold face: "Tell me, where is your Imperial Master?"
"You...let me go...who are you..." The boy who was still sleepy was frightened by him and suddenly woke up.
"If you don't want to die, tell me where the Imperial Master is?" Duanmu Xiu showed his soft sword and put it on his neck.
"Uncle, please forgive me...Master...he is not here...please spare my life..." The boy was so frightened that his face turned pale and he desperately begged for mercy.
"Where is he?" Duanmu Xiu looked at him coldly.
"I don't know... I have mercy on you... I really don't know..." the boy said, trembling all over.
"Useless trash." Not getting the answer he wanted, Duanmu Xiu kicked him aside and rushed in.
"There are assassins... there are assassins..." When the young man saw him breaking in, he shouted loudly, regardless of the pain on his body. Within a moment, the young guards rushed out from inside and surrounded Duanmu Xiu.
"Trespassing to the Imperial Preceptor's residence will be shot without mercy." someone shouted.
"Where is the Imperial Master?" Duanmu Xiu's eyes turned an uncontrollable scarlet color, and the soft sword wrapped around the neck of a guard and pulled him in front of him.
"I don't know...ah..." Before the guard could finish his words, his throat was immediately slashed by a soft sword. The blood sealed his throat and he fell to the ground dead.
Duanmu Xiu kicked him away, and the soft sword glowed with cold light in the morning light. He swung it out again, wrapped around the waist of the guard who was about to kill with the sword, and pulled him over with force, like a voice of ice in his arms.
There was a sound in my ears: "Where is the Imperial Master?"
"I... don't... ah..." Before he could finish his words, Ruan Jian had already cut him off at the waist. Blood spurted out and dyed everyone's eyes red. Others were already too frightened to step forward and tried their best to save him.
He retreated, and no one dared to step forward to stop him.
"Where is the Imperial Master?" His bloody and murderous eyes swept across the horrified crowd, and the soft sword dripping with blood in his hand pointed at them, as if it was the life-killing sword of Shura, and the chilling cold voice was filled with strong emotion.
The smell of blood reverberated in the air, and the timid servant and maid were frightened and fainted by the violent and bloody scene in front of them.
"The Imperial Master... is at... Fushou Pavilion..." Someone finally couldn't help but say it. When he said the four words Fushou Pavilion, his eyes blurred. The bloody and murderous Shura had disappeared.
If it weren't for the corpses lying on the ground and the smell of blood filling the air, they would have thought they had just had a nightmare. When it was getting light, Duanmu Xiu arrived at the Nanyue Kingdom. The city gate had just opened, and the cold streets
It is sparsely populated.
"Who is coming? Take off your armor and dismount." The guards guarding the city saw him charging straight through the city gate on horseback, and they all raised their weapons and came to intercept him.
Duanmu Xiu, who was eager to save people, narrowed his sharp eyes, and a trace of bloodthirsty murderous intent flashed in his deep black eyes. He quickly swung the soft sword like a snake, forcing the guards who were intercepting in front to jump aside, waiting for them
When he came back to his senses, he had already run away.
"There are assassins entering the city." The guard's voice shouted faintly from behind.
Duanmu Xiu shook off the guards behind him, grabbed a random passerby on the street and asked for the location of the Imperial Preceptor's residence, and immediately rushed to the Imperial Preceptor's residence without stopping.
Arriving at the gate of the Imperial Preceptor's residence, Duanmu Xiu dismounted and immediately went to knock on the door.
"Who is knocking on the door so early in the morning?" The boy yawned and came out to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, Duanmu Xiu immediately stretched out his foot and kicked it open. He grabbed the boy who came to open the door with one hand and asked with a fierce look like Shura on his cold face: "Tell me, where is your Imperial Master?"
"You...let me go...who are you..." The boy who was still sleepy was frightened by him and suddenly woke up.
"If you don't want to die, tell me where the Imperial Master is?" Duanmu Xiu showed his soft sword and put it on his neck.
"Uncle, please forgive me...Master...he is not here...please spare my life..." The boy was so frightened that his face turned pale and he desperately begged for mercy.
"Where is he?" Duanmu Xiu looked at him coldly.
"I don't know... I have mercy on you... I really don't know..." the boy said, trembling all over.
"Useless trash." Not getting the answer he wanted, Duanmu Xiu kicked him aside and rushed in.
"There are assassins... there are assassins..." When the young man saw him breaking in, he shouted loudly, regardless of the pain on his body. Within a moment, the young guards rushed out from inside and surrounded Duanmu Xiu.
"Trespassing to the Imperial Preceptor's residence will be shot without mercy." someone shouted.
"Where is the Imperial Master?" Duanmu Xiu's eyes turned an uncontrollable scarlet color, and the soft sword wrapped around the neck of a guard and pulled him in front of him.
"I don't know...ah..." Before the guard could finish his words, his throat was immediately slashed by a soft sword. The blood sealed his throat and he fell to the ground dead.
Duanmu Xiu kicked him away, and the soft sword glowed with cold light in the morning light. He swung it out again, wrapped around the waist of the guard who was about to kill with the sword, and pulled him over with force, like a voice of ice in his arms.
There was a sound in my ears: "Where is the Imperial Master?"
"I... don't... ah..." Before he could finish his words, Ruan Jian had already cut him off at the waist. Blood spurted out and dyed everyone's eyes red. Others were already too frightened to step forward and tried their best to save him.
He retreated, and no one dared to step forward to stop him.
"Where is the Imperial Master?" His bloody and murderous eyes swept across the horrified crowd, and the soft sword dripping with blood in his hand pointed at them, as if it was the life-killing sword of Shura, and the chilling cold voice was filled with strong emotion.
The smell of blood reverberated in the air, and the timid servant and maid were frightened and fainted by the violent and bloody scene in front of them.
"The Imperial Master... is at... Fushou Pavilion..." Someone finally couldn't help but say it. When he said the four words Fushou Pavilion, his eyes blurred. The bloody and murderous Shura had disappeared.
If it weren't for the bodies lying on the ground and the smell of blood filling the air, they would have thought they had just had a nightmare.
