"Kill!"
In the chaotic crowd, a giant man over two meters tall, clad in solid steel armor, wielded a saber in both hands, swinging them like two spinning Wind Blades. He instantly sliced several obstructing Imperial Guards in half.
"Vajra Sect defector, Angry-eyed Vajra!"
"Stop him quickly!"
Someone in the Imperial Guard shouted, and immediately over ten people rushed forward.
The giant laughed heartily, taking big strides forward, while ordinary swords and sabers barely left a white mark on his armor.
In contrast, the twin blades in his hands slashed through the approaching Imperial Guards like chopping vegetables.
Apart from him, there were also seven or eight Martial Arts experts nearby, cutting down the charging Imperial Guards to the ground.
On the sedan chair, Zheng Yi watched the giant man who appeared god-like and felt a surge of anxiety.
Damn it!
I knew this task wouldn't be easy, and just on my first trip out of the palace, I encountered an assassination.
What's going to happen in the future?
At that moment, his expression suddenly changed.
After most of the Imperial Guards were drawn away by the giant and several other black-clad men, over ten silhouettes suddenly sprinted over from the rooftops on both sides of Wenchang Road.
These figures were blurry in the night, but the weapons they carried made Zheng Yi's heart pound.
Crossbows!
This damn thing is military equipment, only the army is supposed to have it.
How could these assassins have crossbows?
But the tense battlefield left Zheng Yi no time to ponder deeply, as the more than ten crossbow-wielding assassins had already raised their weapons.
At this critical moment, Zheng Yi quickly took off his heavy Dragon Robe and lunged out of the sedan chair.
"Puff!"
"Puff puff!!"
In an instant, over ten crossbow arrows streaked through the air like lightning, piercing through the sedan chair he was in!
"Thud!"
"Puff!"
"Ah...!"
The guards around the sedan chair screamed and fell to the ground.
Meanwhile, the eunuchs and palace maids around were even more panicked, screaming and fleeing.
The entire sedan was shot to resemble a porcupine.
As for Zheng Yi, he was already lying on the ground, using the corpse of a nearby Imperial Guard as a shield in front of him.
"Can't run!"
"Since the assassins dare to assassinate here, they must be prepared."
"I can't run chaotically, I can only stay here and wait for reinforcements."
"After all, this is under the Emperor's nose, even if these assassins attempt assassination, it can only be for a short time..."
When the second wave of crossbow assault came, the target was still the sedan, ignoring the bodies on the ground.
Zheng Yi's guess was correct, as a faint vibration suddenly came from the ground.
In the distance, a large number of torches appeared, belonging to the Imperial Guard stationed at the Imperial Palace.
After receiving the order of the Emperor's assassination, they rushed to provide reinforcements.
"Retreat quickly!"
"The Dog Emperor has been shot like a porcupine, retreat!"
"We have avenged King Tang, retreat now…!"
The group of assassins came quickly and left just as swiftly. Seeing the sedan Zheng Yi had just been in shot full of arrows, they quickly retreated.
But how could the Imperial Guard possibly let them go, pursuing them closely.
"Hehehe... Dare to assassinate His Majesty, leave them to me!"
A sudden effeminate voice rang out, revealing Wang Zhongyi blocking the retreat of the assassins fleeing on both sides of Wenchang Road with his men.
It turned out he had been hiding behind the assassins to capture them alive!
He lightly flicked his Duster, which extended like a snake, effortlessly knocking the leading black-clad man to the ground. He spat blood and fell from the second floor.
Behind him were still more than ten agile little eunuchs.
They wielded Three-foot Cyan Peaks, their ghostly figures weaving among the black-clad men.
Not seeking to kill, but to incapacitate these few and capture them alive.
"This Wang Zhongyi is truly a master, could his skill be from the 'Sunflower Manual'?"
Beneath the corpses, Zheng Yi observed through the gaps the dozen men flipping and turning on the rooftop.
Though these dozen assassins were battle-hardened, none could stand against Wang Zhongyi, who quickly incapacitated several of them.
"This is not right... Why is Wang Zhongyi, with such high martial arts, not protecting the Emperor but instead going after the assassins?"
A sudden thought struck Zheng Yi, leaving him looking grim.
"Wang Zhongyi, or rather the Emperor Zhengyong behind him, must have known in advance about the assassination attempt, which is why they made me the bait."
"Damn... luckily, I was clever enough to hide under the corpses. Otherwise..."
"Get away from me!"
A sudden explosion echoed from the battlefield, as Angry-eyed Vajra, surrounded by Imperial Guards, went berserk.
With his whole body exposed, he furiously swung the long saber in his hand, creating a huge opening by chopping down those surrounding him, making a run towards the periphery.
"Hmph!"
"Trying to run? Where do you think you're going!"
An explosion rang out again, as a figure descended from the sky, swiftly charging towards Angry-eyed Vajra like a great eagle.
Taking advantage of Vajra's momentum, the figure slapped a palm onto his shoulder.
"Corpse Poison Palm?"
Angry-eyed Vajra shouted angrily, "Ganzhou's Zhao Family!"
"Die!"
The newcomer did not engage in conversation, but swiftly moved closer, attacking Vajra with both bare palms.
"The Zhao Family dares block me, aren't you afraid of me slaughtering your young brats!"
Vajra roared angrily, abandoning his long saber and punched towards the newcomer.
For a moment, the two clashed fiercely, colliding head-on.
One's punches were open and grand, a body as solid as steel, and a fierce aura.
The other's palm strikes were sinister and deceitful, their form ghostly, emitting a stench of toxic gas.
For a time, in their skirmish area, no one dared to come close, with some unfortunate ones getting hit, screaming and collapsing.
"Is that... Zhao Wuji?"
Zheng Yi immediately recognized the Gold Medal Tributor from the Sacrificial Institute who had taught him for several days, impressed by his strength.
"This Angry-eyed Vajra follows the path of open and broad techniques and body refining, certainly a first-grade expert."
"And Zhao Wuji, who seemed ready to retire, is unexpectedly strong!"
Zheng Yi thought as he lay on the ground, noticing reinforcements from the Imperial Palace becoming more numerous and the sounds of battle decreasing.
It seemed it was only a matter of time before these assassins were quelled.
Though Zheng Yi did not want to show himself yet, what if an assassin was hiding?
"Our King has nurtured us for over ten years; how could we be cowards who fear death?"
A sudden angry shout arose, and the few remaining black-clad men trapped by Wang Zhongyi roared, biting their tongues.
Then their bodies trembled, their eyes bulged, and they spat blood, collapsing to the ground, clearly not going to survive.
"Damn...!"
Wang Zhongyi exhaled deeply, gritting his teeth. "Death Warriors!"
"King Tang's bloodline was exterminated; how could there still be Death Warriors?"
"Damn... Who could it be?"
With more reinforcements arriving, soon the entire Wenchang Road was surrounded by the Imperial Guard.
Not only the Imperial Guard but also the Sacrificial Institute, the Imperial City Department, and the Imperial Army came in.
"Issue the order! Close the city gates and search for the assassins!"
"Capture the surviving assassins and imprison them in the Celestial Prison; I want to interrogate them personally!"
"Your Majesty... Find His Majesty quickly!"
The entire Wenchang Road instantly turned chaotic, and Zheng Yi knew it was time to come out, promptly pushing aside the corpses and standing up.
"Your Majesty, are you alright~"
"I'm fine; quickly, someone come...!"