Her hands gripped the reins tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force, the reins digging deep into her palms, yet this did not affect her concentration in the slightest.

His gaze was like the sharp eyes of an eagle, resolutely piercing through the layers of palace walls ahead, as if trying to see through the palace gates.

The guards behind her stood tall and straight like pine trees, riding steadily on their horses, their legs gripping the horses' bellies tightly, urging them to keep up with Qin Qianluo.

Their arm muscles bulged, and they held their long swords high, the blades gleaming with a chilling light in the sunlight, like shards of ice broken off from a frozen lake in winter.

Each swing of the sword carried immense force. With a sudden twist of his wrist, the blade traced a cold arc in the air, slashing fiercely at the remaining guards along the way without hesitation.

Their bodies rose and fell rhythmically with the galloping of the horses, yet this did not affect the precision of their sword strikes; each strike was accompanied by a splatter of blood.

Like evil flowers blooming on the stone paths of the palace, their eyes were cold and resolute as they reaped the lives of their remaining enemies, like messengers of death executing judgment on earth.

After successfully breaking through the tightly closed small door of the palace, Qin Qianluo, like an agile cheetah, wielded the whip in her other hand.

Leading a group of secret guards, they filed into the palace like a surging tide, the stone slabs of the palace creaking and groaning under their footsteps and the hooves of their horses.

The sound echoed and reverberated between the empty palace walls, like a deathly symphony. They sped straight toward the magnificent palace gates.

Just as they were about to reach the palace gate, four experts suddenly emerged from the shadows on both sides like ghosts. They were agile and aggressive, like cheetahs hunting their prey.

Qin Qianluo showed no fear. She raised her eyebrows, a resolute glint flashing in her beautiful eyes, her gaze instantly becoming sharp as a cold star.

Without hesitation, he raised the gun in his hand, straightened his arm, gripped the gun firmly in his hand, and quickly pulled the trigger.

At that moment, the sunlight shone brightly on the square in front of the palace gate, casting a golden glow that also carried an air of grim solemnity. Then, a gunshot shattered the silence.

The experts were stunned and stood there blankly. They instinctively shrank back and retreated in a panic.

Their bodies were like leaves in a gale, only able to instinctively dodge, some sidestepping, some bending over to avoid it, their postures were extremely awkward.

Even though they reacted quickly, they were still unable to withstand the sudden attack. One of them screamed and fell to the ground after being shot.

His body fell straight backward as if his spine had been removed, and the weapon in his hand clattered to the ground.

At this moment, Qin Qianluo had only one goal in mind: to open the palace gates as quickly as possible. She gritted her teeth, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes.

Relying on his own protective mechanisms, he pushed off with both feet and shot forward like an arrow.

Her figure traced a graceful and agile arc in the air, and in a few breaths she arrived behind the palace gate like a nimble cat.

Facing the palace guards, she drew her double-edged scimitar and held it to their necks. Her lips parted slightly, and she let out a chilling scream.

The sound seemed to carry a tangible force, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

The flags at the palace gate fluttered wildly in the wind, as if enraged by the tense atmosphere, their surfaces churning like surging waves.

The guards instantly lost their courage to resist; their legs trembled like leaves, and their hands reached out shakily toward the palace gate.

They strained with all their might to push the palace gates open. The gates slowly opened, creaking heavily, like the groan of an ancient beast.

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was drawn to the opened palace gates, Qin Qianluo flicked her wrist slightly, the movement as natural and fluid as flowing water.

He quietly stored the light machine gun, which seemed out of place in this era, into his personal space, and with a nimble flick of his finger, the weapon disappeared.

The entire movement was flawless, like a highly skilled magician performing a silent magic trick.

Behind her, the bodyguards, like well-trained shadows, dispersed with perfect coordination.

Their steps were light and swift, as if gliding on ice, without making a sound.

They crouched slightly, like cheetahs ready to pounce, their eyes scanning their surroundings warily.

Intentionally or unintentionally, they blocked the view of the Xuanyuan Kingdom's guards. Some of the guards stood to the side, using their bodies to block the guards' view, while others cleverly used the shadows of the surrounding buildings to blend in.

Their movements were natural and discreet, making it impossible for the guards to notice Qin Qianluo's subtle actions.

Just as the palace gates opened a tiny crack, a deafening battle cry came from afar, the sound like a surging tsunami rolling in.

General An Yuan led his mighty army, sweeping in like a surging tide. Their footsteps were perfectly synchronized, like heavy hammers striking the earth, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

The army quickly surrounded and subdued the remaining three experts. Seeing this, Qin Qianluo's bright eyes flickered slightly, a barely perceptible glint in them.

She tilted her head slightly and gave the guards a wink that was hard for others to notice, a look that contained unspoken understanding.

The guards were all intelligent and had excellent teamwork; they immediately understood each other.