Chapter 397 Following the General

The assassin leader's exposed skin was as red as a cooked crab, as if it would burst into flames at any moment.

At this moment, the battle has reached its most intense point, but Ling Muxue does not fight hard, but tries her best to restrain the "domain".

Apart from keeping a partial mind on guard against the direction of the imperial heir, the main focus was on maneuvering and resisting.

It's almost over. The opponent is using the third grade to fight against the second grade, burning his vitality to increase his combat power, but there are signs that he is running out of energy.

The more this happened, the more cautious she became, in case the other party launched a counterattack before dying.

At this moment, Ling Muxue's face suddenly changed.

She suddenly sensed two extremely powerful auras approaching the palace at an alarming speed.

Both of them are at the second level!

not good!

Ling Muxue was startled and no longer cared about anything else. She compressed the "domain" to the extreme in an instant.

The assassin leader was suddenly attacked and his movements stopped abruptly.

The vitality in his body was already like a candle in the wind, and now it could no longer keep up with Ling Muxue's sudden burst of speed, leaving an extremely tiny gap.

For masters of their level, a slight flaw could mean the difference between life and death.

The next moment, the skin all over the body cracked.

Ling Muxue only swung out one sword, but it seemed as if thousands of swords appeared. The sword light was like mercury pouring on the ground, penetrating every hole.

The assassin leader's body collapsed and turned into a pool of blurred flesh and blood, deader than dead.

Ling Muxue's chest was heaving violently; the outburst just now had taken a heavy toll on her.

But she had no time to regulate her breathing. She immediately raised her sword across her body, her eyes as cold as ice, staring intently outside the hall.

Two figures have already arrived in front of the hall like ghosts!

…

Outside the imperial study, the smell of blood was so thick that it almost solidified.

The team led by Qu Heng was almost completely killed or wounded, with corpses lying on the cold floor tiles and blood flowing.

The last third-rank warrior who was still struggling finally ran out of energy at this moment.

Every time there was a head-on collision with Pan Yue, there was a dull thunderous sound.

The true energy surged, shaking the dust on the beams and pillars of the imperial study to fall down.

Pan Yue stood as still as a mountain, and the "force" he released was extremely heavy.

It was as if the weight of a mountain was pressing down on the enemy's spine, making it difficult to breathe and slow to move.

It was another hard fight without any fancy moves, and the third-grade strong man could no longer hold on.

Pan Yue did not stop at all, and an invisible heavy palm slammed him to the ground, and the gold brick instantly cracked into spider-web-like patterns.

Immediately afterwards, a teeth-grinding sound of bones breaking was clearly heard.

The enemy's spine was completely crushed by the terrifying force, and the whole person collapsed like a snake with its bones pulled out, unable to cause any waves anymore.

The man was extremely tough, and a last glimmer of determination flashed in his eyes the moment he fell.

He relied on his willpower to squeeze out the last bit of remaining true energy in his dantian and rushed it against his heart meridian without hesitation.

With a light "puff" sound, his internal organs shattered, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and he died on the spot.

Pan Yue shattered his spine but did not kill him immediately, intending to capture him alive for interrogation.

However, no one expected that a powerful warrior in the Divine Martial Realm could be so decisive in killing himself.

In a flash, Qu Heng was the only one left in the field, with the bodies of his companions lying at his feet, making him look particularly frail.

There was no trace of grief or fear on his face, only a dead silence.

Unlike the veterans of the Zhaoyi Army who gathered around Li E out of gratitude, most of these people were his death squad secretly trained after he left the northern border.

As for that third-rank expert, he came from the mysterious Tongji Society. He had no deep friendship with him, but was just a cooperation with common interests.

At this moment, in front of him were the unfathomable Xuanji Guards, and around him were the layers of Qingluan Guards with sharp blades.

A fourth-grade realm cultivator, in such a situation, is as small as an ant.

Qu Heng never took chances.

Just relying on a third-grade realm, he wanted to break into the palace and assassinate the current empress? It was simply a huge joke.

His sight passed through numerous obstacles and was fixed on the bright yellow figure on the imperial steps.

That was the pinnacle of the Dagan Dynasty's power and the end point of all his actions today.

Qu Heng slowly raised the sword in his hand, his movements slow and solemn.

There was a cold gleam on the blade, it was the Zhaoyi Army's unique standard sword, it was the only thing he brought back from the northern border that year.

"Your Majesty," his voice was hoarse, but very clear, penetrating the stagnant air.

"It's wrong to do this!"

The next moment, he moved.

The figure rushed towards the high steps of the imperial study like an arrow.

At the same time, he used all his strength to swing the knife in his hand.

when!

The blade did not touch any entity. When it was still some distance away from the imperial steps, it was as if it hit an invisible but indestructible thick rock wall.

The sword let out a wail as it could not bear the weight, and broke into pieces!

Qu Heng was like being hit by an invisible giant hammer, and flew backwards at a speed even faster than when he went there.

It fell heavily on the cold ground with a heavy muffled sound.

"puff……"

The man was already gushing blood in the air, and after landing, a pool of glaring scarlet was splashed out.

With just one move, he was completely defeated before he could even get within ten steps of the Imperial Steps. It seemed as if all his internal organs were displaced and shattered.

Lying there, I couldn't stand up again no matter how hard I tried.

He gasped for breath, each breath frothing with blood, and his vision began to blur.

In the end, he gave up and could only stare blankly at the towering dome of the imperial study.

The sky of the palace was divided into pieces by gorgeous caissons and beams.

It seems that it is not as high and free as the wilderness in the north.

Tsk…

He, Qu Heng, Qu Erlang, was always laughed at by the rough men in the army for not looking like a soldier but more like a weak scholar. But when had he ever been in trouble?

When he was the first to capture the city and engaged in a bloody battle, he followed closely beside the reckless man Zhao Bolu and never retreated a single step amidst the flash of swords and the shadow of knives!

Who has the right to laugh at him for the achievement he earned at the cost of his life?

But among the remaining group of old brothers, he was the only one who deserted.

"Zhao Polu, ah Zhao Polu, you fool, the biggest fool in the world!"

"He clearly knew that officials were protecting each other, yet he still stubbornly wanted to go to the capital to file a complaint. He must have been crazy."

"I can't avenge you myself."

"I risked everything just to get the truth for you."

"That idiot Li E should have successfully connected with Zhao Hengjiang by now, right?"

"It really fucking hurts..."

Qu Heng shrugged his shoulders very slightly, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

I saw him move his right arm, little by little closer to his chest.

Pan Yue's mountain-like momentum gathered again, and he was about to capture the man.

However, on the imperial steps, Empress Qin Minghuang spoke again,

“No need.”

Finally, Qu Heng's fist holding the knife touched his chest.

A suppressed groan came out of his throat, and more blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"I am... a clerk under the command of the Zhaoyi Army, Qu Heng... following the general..."

Before he could finish his words, his arms fell limply and his head tilted to one side.

The last bit of light in his eyes completely dissipated, and he died.