The guards sensed an irresistible force and were blown off their feet, but that was all; none of the fifty-odd riders fell from their horses.

Liu Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and met the gaze of the guard to the left of Prince Rui.

Using the scene of "slaughter," he tested out the trump card of Prince Rui's side, and sure enough, there was a Divine Martial Realm expert protecting him.

The guard's eyes sharpened; he knew he had been tricked.

If it were truly aimed at Prince Rui, its power would not be limited to this level of lethality; the aftershocks would be enough to cause chaos and destruction to those around it.

That was merely a superficial test, yet it forced out his hidden hand.

The flames vanished as soon as they touched him, and his gaze fell on Prince Rui's face. He then gave a slight bow.

“The Xuanji Guards would not kill without cause. Besides, if I were to take action, I would do so quietly and without causing such a commotion.”

Prince Rui's gaze swept over the corpses one by one; he recognized the names of many of them.

He glanced around and coldly asked, "Who is the murderer?"

"Two sorcerers, assassins who once tried to kill the princess."

On the other side, Yan Wujiu and Yang Wuhui fled without looking back.

About seven or eight miles away, there is a small canal, which used to be the starting point for transporting copper coins from the mint.

At this moment, a shuttle-shaped light boat was moored on the shore. The two boarded the boat and, empowered by their true energy, sped away like powerful arrows.

Yan Wujiu stood at the stern of the boat, protected from the wind and rain.

The sorcerer's scheme was far from simple; the inferior ledger and the attempt to frame Xuanji Wei were merely superficial.

He was planning for the big picture, for the spark that would ignite a prairie fire.

The second game has already been set up; how can they break the deadlock this time?