The White-Haired Imperial Concubine

Chapter 13: Assassins in the Garden

Chapter 13: Assassins in the Garden

A dozen or so masked people wearing black appeared, surrounding them.

Man Yao was startled, how could she not have noticed such a strong killing intent from so many people?! Trying her luck, she suddenly felt that her inner force...couldn't be utilized, causing her to become instantly terrified. Sweeping her gaze over the black-clothed people surrounding them, she saw that they were holding long swords as they focused in on Zongzheng Wuyou. It seems like their target is him. But why did she suddenly lose her inner force, yet Zongzheng Wuyou seem as if he wasn't affected at all? Or could it be that he's the same as her, only pretending that everything is normal? If that was true, then they...are in big trouble!

Zongzheng Wuyou calmly drank his cold tea, his words carrying a mocking tone as he laughed, "It looks like he still hasn't given up. He couldn't afford the people of Wu Yin Lou, so he went to go find such second-rate assassins like you guys. Do you think you have the ability to take my life?"

He spoke as if he knew who wanted to kill him, yet he could still be this calm, it seems like this wasn't the first time something like this happened. On the other hand, the person who wants his life is able to still live well despite Zongzheng Wuyou knowing his identity. Who is this person exactly?

The black-clothed men's eyes glinted, their killing intent becoming even stronger as they gave each other a look and began to attack without saying anything else. In just a blink of an eye, numerous swords formed a net, falling down towards his body.

Seeing this, her heart rose while Zongzheng Wuyou kept calm, as if the weapons in their hands weren't swords but falling leaves.

Suddenly, like a ghost, someone appeared in the nick of time to block the swords, fighting against the black-clothed men.

Leng Yan? She almost forgot that he had such a mysterious person by his side. Those assassins were definitely not second-rate like he described but actual experts, each move they made were meant to kill. Leng Yan, who she had met a few times but never heard him say anything, appeared like a ghost, the sword he was swinging like rain and as quick as lightning. The garden was filled with chopped limbs and dead bodies as blood flew through the air.

One of the black-robed men was able to escape and redirected his sword again to this target—running towards Zongzheng Wuyou's back neck, his gaze was filled with cruelty and although his movements were extremely quick, they were silent.

Man Yao didn't expect this and suddenly yelled, "Your Majesty be careful—" her voice was full of urgency.

Surprised, Zongzheng Wuyou raised his head as something flashed through his eyes. This woman actually did something so unexpected—reminding him to be careful of what's behind him! Even so, he didn't need the reminder. Not changing his expression, he sat unmovingly like a mountain. When the sword almost reached his neck, he slightly turned his head and raised his hand, two slender fingers accurately catching the sword, his actions casual and elegant.

The black-clothed man was shocked, frantically trying to pull his sword away to no avail.

Zongzheng Wuyou gave a cold smile, applying pressure between his fingers and the sound of the sword breaking could be heard. As he calmly raised his eyebrows, he laughed, "What a poorly built sword. Has Wuxiamen fallen into hard times?

Wuxiamen, an assassination organization whose infamy surpassed even Wuyin Lou. As long as they received money, they could do anything and rumors had it that they've never failed. Unfortunately, they met Zongzheng Wuyou this time.

Being recognized, the black-clothed men froze, clearly panicking as they aimed their swords at him once again only to see Zongzheng Wuyou wave his hands as their weapons met empty air.