What do you mean by "borrowing him for a while"? Bi Linglong almost fainted from anger. Is your wife someone you can just lend out like that?
Although she wouldn't mind if the other party was Zuan, it was just too embarrassing to do it in front of so many people.
Before she could even reprimand him, she saw a streak of light shoot toward the prince's chest, and she cried out in fright.
Zuan reacted even faster, flashing into the distance to block the prince, his Tai'a sword deflecting the streak of light.
He subtly flexed his fingers; the master's flying sword was simply too difficult to catch, even a slight bump made his tiger's mouth go numb.
The prince clapped his hands and shouted, "Brother Zu is really amazing! He beat that bad guy to death!"
Zuan gave a bitter smile; killing a Grandmaster was no easy task.
Wei Pingyang laughed heartily: "It's truly an eye-opener that the relationship between the adulterer and the victim can be this good."
Bi Linglong trembled with anger: "Wei Pingyang, you are supposed to be a grandmaster, so why is your mouth so foul? You're just like a street thug."
Wei Pingyang said coldly, "Very well, it would be beneath my dignity to argue with you juniors. Kill them all, leave no one alive!"
He signaled to the two guest ministers on the other two sides, He Li and Mu Ping, and their men to take action. He also abandoned the crown prince with his flying sword and attacked the shield formations of the various families directly.
Their shields were specially made and protected by sophisticated magic arrays, but under the Grandmaster's flying sword, they became as fragile as paper, shattering into pieces in an instant. A gap appeared in the East Palace's formation, and the Qi Prince's assassins rushed in through the gap, howling.
The two sides officially began close combat, and almost instantly, blood and flesh flew everywhere.
Zu An dared not be careless and hurriedly flew over to intercept Wei Pingyang's flying sword, lest he continue to disrupt their formation, which would make the fight pointless.
On the other side, the elite guards of Prince Qi's mansion, led by He Li and Mu Ping, two ninth-rank masters, were like tigers entering a flock of sheep, slaughtering the prince's side as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.
At this moment, Zhao Xi roared, "We, the Liang Prince's Mansion, are not to be trifled with!"
He crushed a jade pendant, and his aura suddenly surged, soaring to around the eighth rank.
His father, King Liang, was a master martial artist. Before he went to the secret realm, he gave him a protective magic item to use in case he was certain to die.
Clearly, we've reached that point now.
The usually taciturn Gao Ying roared, his eyes flashing red, and his aura began to rise.
Pei You smiled faintly: "Burning your essence blood, huh? I can do that too!"
He held the sword horizontally in front of him, then pulled the sword back, his hand dripping with blood. He slapped his hand in front of him, and countless runes flashed. His face was already pale, but now it was completely devoid of color, like a lonely ghost from the underworld. However, on the contrary, his aura also soared to the eighth rank. Although it could be felt to be extremely unstable, it was still the eighth rank!
The three of them joined forces and actually managed to stop two top experts, He Li and Mu Ping.
Seeing all this from afar, Zu An's heart sank. He had seen Chu Chuyan use a similar forbidden technique back in the secret realm of Mingyue City Academy. This must be the foundation of the major families, which can rapidly increase combat power in a short period of time.
However, the side effects were also quite obvious. After Chu Chuyan used it, all the meridians in her body were severed, and she became a complete cripple.
Although I don't know what the side effects of Zhao Xi's family's secret technique are, I imagine they won't be any good.
They didn't use their full power when facing the ninth-rank Azure Moon Flood Dragon, which shows they've realized they're on the verge of life and death.
With two ninth-rank masters stopped, the pressure on the warriors of the Eastern Palace was greatly reduced.
However, the Prince Qi's mansion was well-prepared this time. The assassins were all highly trained, and the key was that there were even two or three of them who were of the seventh or eighth rank. The warriors on the Eastern Palace's side were basically at a disadvantage.
If it weren't for Bi Linglong's skillful command and constant guidance in maximizing the formation's strengths and minimizing its weaknesses, it might have already turned into a one-sided massacre.
Tactical command can only compensate for the gap in strength to a certain extent, but it cannot change the fact that the disparity in strength is too great.
Before long, the people on the Eastern Palace's side began to fall one by one.
A palace guard was pierced through the chest by a spear, but he clung tightly to the handle, enduring the excruciating pain as he moved forward, letting the spear pierce through his body. He tried to close the distance and slash at the enemy, taking him down with him.
A hint of panic flashed in the eyes of the warrior from the Qi Prince's Mansion opposite him. No matter how he pulled on the spear, he couldn't pull it out. However, he was a well-trained assassin after all. When the other party got close, he kicked him in the abdomen and sent him flying.
Having suffered such severe injuries, the Eastern Palace guard finally succumbed to his injuries. Before he died, his eyes were wide open, filled with resentment, as if he couldn't rest in peace because he hadn't managed to die with his opponent.
"Jing Yanbao!" Upon seeing this scene, Pu Duandiao's eyes widened in fury. This man claimed to be his subordinate, but they usually drank, played cards, and went to brothels together; they were more like close friends.
His face was covered in blood, whether from the enemy or himself, he roared and charged forward, slicing off the head of the Qi King's assassin with a single stroke.
However, at the same time, he was also slashed by several Qi King warriors. If it weren't for the fact that he was the commander of the Eastern Palace guards and his armor was of excellent quality, which protected him from some of the damage, he would probably have been torn to pieces by now.
Jiao Sigun rushed over, and the two fought back to back against the enemy. However, there were too many enemies, and they were slashed and stabbed repeatedly. Their strength gradually faded, and they could barely lift their swords anymore.
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