Wu Ziyue's personal guards were used to following their master and acting tyrannically. When they saw someone doing something bad, they would not be polite to them and would just attack them directly.
These individuals were all quite powerful, all second-level sword masters, and they were merciless when they attacked, going straight for the vital points. Judging from their posture, even if they didn't want to destroy Mu Hanyan and the others' cultivation, they were determined to break their arms and legs and teach them a lesson.
There were no past or present grudges, and he didn't even ask about his identity or origins before he attacked him! Mu Hanyan raised her eyebrows slightly. Just now, when she heard Yue Xiuming say that Wu Ziyue was greedy and tyrannical, she had believed that seeing is believing. After all, she didn't believe everything this foolish and dissolute young prince said. But now, seeing what his personal guards were doing, it was not difficult to imagine his usual arrogance.
"Clang!" The Hanxiao sword flew out of its sheath, emitting a bright cold light.
The personal guards groaned in unison, and were shocked by the sword and retreated several steps, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.
Mu Hanyan hated their ruthless attack, so she showed no mercy. Although no limbs were broken, several of them suffered serious internal injuries. They would not recover without recuperation for a year or two, and even if they did, their future cultivation would be difficult to improve. For a second-level swordsman, such punishment was indeed severe.
Seeing the power of Mu Hanyan's sword, there was silence all around.
Wu Ziyue's personal soldiers often bullied civilians in Dingbian City. The people in the city were well aware of their strength. They never expected that this stunningly beautiful girl in front of them could seriously injure them with just one sword?
Looking at Mu Hanyan, everyone showed awe.
Wu Ziyue was also slightly startled, and then he looked at the Hanxiao Sword in Mu Hanyan's hand with greedy eyes.
"So you have accomplices! A few days ago, the City Lord's Mansion lost an ancient magic sword. I searched for it openly and secretly for many days but couldn't find its whereabouts. It turned out that you stole it." Wu Ziyue said with a sneer.
Mu Hanyan almost spit out her breath. The City Lord’s Mansion was robbed again. Is your City Lord’s Mansion made of paper? How could things be lost so easily?
The people around also smiled bitterly. Another good thing was coveted by the greedy city lord. This group of people would probably find it difficult to escape.
"Someone, come here and capture all these An Yun spies for me." Wu Ziyue pointed at Doctor Sun and then at Mu Hanyan and shouted sternly.
Behind him, a team of about several hundred personal guards, all in black armor, surrounded him.
When the city lord goes on tour, he naturally will not only bring a few personal guards with him, but also a large group of city guards following him.
Dingbian City is an important border town after all. In addition, Wu Ziyue is the only son of the king. His personal soldiers are not only well-equipped, but also mostly powerful. The strongest among them has reached the third level of swordsman, and the weakest has reached the ninth level of swordsman. They are much stronger than the pair of imperial guards led by Li Dingfeng.
Hua Yue and the others all grasped the hilts of their swords. If it was a one-on-one fight, they would not take it seriously even if the opponent was stronger. However, a duel between swordsmen was completely different from fighting on a battlefield.
A duel between swordsmen requires a higher level of cultivation and more refined sword skills, while fighting on the battlefield requires teamwork and sophisticated equipment. Their martial arts may seem simple, but in fact they have been honed through millions of years of war. They are more concise and efficient, and their power is greatly enhanced when they cooperate with each other.
Although these personal soldiers look a bit clumsy in their heavy armor, they can provide strong defense. If surrounded by them, even with Mu Hanyan's strength, it would be difficult to escape easily.
Invisible murderous auras came towards him, bringing heavy pressure.
The crowd around them retreated one after another, their eyes full of sympathy when they looked at Mu Hanyan and the others.
"Is this how Shangyue Kingdom treats envoys from neighboring countries?" Mu Hanyan was not in a hurry.
"Envoy?" Wu Ziyue was slightly startled, and the crowd watching in the distance were also startled.
"I am Mu Hanyan, an envoy from Anyun Kingdom. I have been ordered to go to Shangyue. Here is the document." Mu Hanyan took out the diplomatic document and handed it over.
After listening to the old city lord's heartfelt words in Hanshan Town, Mu Hanyan was deeply touched. Although she had no good feelings towards Wu Ziyue, for the sake of the overall situation, she suppressed the urge to take action and did not want to start a dispute easily.
Wu Ziyue took the document and read it carefully, his expression changing from gloomy to happy.
"Have you finished looking? Can we leave now?" Mu Hanyan said impatiently.
"Wait a minute." Wu Ziyue said.
"What? Is the document fake?" Mu Hanyan said sarcastically. She wanted to see what other tricks the other party was going to play.
"The document is indeed true, but why didn't I receive any news that Anyun Kingdom sent an envoy to Shangyue? This matter is a bit strange. Perhaps you are afraid of your identity being exposed, so you prepared a backup plan in advance to conceal your tracks.
How about this, please stay at the City Lord's Mansion for a few days. I will report this to the court, verify your identities, and then personally send you to the capital.
But before that, I'll have to inconvenience you all. Please hand over your belongings first. If I can verify your identity, I will return them to you intact." Wu Ziyue said after thinking for a while.
"Your name is Wu Ziyue, right? Can you be more shameless?" Mu Hanyan looked at him with contempt and smiled sarcastically.
The onlookers around were also shaking their heads.
From what Wu Ziyue had said, they knew the documents were real and Mu Hanyan and the others were definitely not spies. The relationship between the two countries involved was of grave importance and no small matter. The Anyun royal family would never prepare diplomatic documents just to protect a few spies. To the high and mighty royal family, a few spies were nothing more than ants; who would care about their lives?
To put it bluntly, Wu Ziyue's reason for wanting to keep Mu Hanyan and the others was to do so because of the Xuanyang Fengyu Grass and the sword in Mu Hanyan's hand, which was clearly unusual. If Mu Hanyan and the others had truly believed his words and gone to the City Lord's Mansion, the Xuanyang Fengyu Grass and the sword would likely have vanished by the time they left. The City Lord's Mansion was a place where things were often lost, so a couple more wouldn't be surprising.
Because Wu Ziyue had committed many unjust acts, the people in the city had long hated him. In addition, Doctor Sun had done many good deeds after entering the city, and many people in the city had received his kindness. Therefore, although the people of Dingbian City knew the identities of Mu Hanyan and others, they did not have much hostility towards them, but instead felt some sympathy for them.
In fact, they had also heard rumors from the Shangyue royal family that Shangyue and Anyun intended to restore diplomatic relations. Having lived in this important frontier town for generations, they understood the horror and cruelty of war better than other Shangyue citizens, yearned for peace more, and naturally had less hostility towards Mu Hanyan and others.
"How dare you disrespect this city lord!" Wu Ziyue was furious when he heard Mu Hanyan's merciless sarcasm.
The personal guards surrounding him also drew their swords, and the atmosphere became even more solemn.
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