Chapter 82: You can escape temporarily, but you can’t escape forever. …
Inside the East Palace, white banners fluttered and candlelight flickered. Outside the mourning hall, the wind blew fiercely, like the howling of ghosts and wolves.
The palace door was wide open, and cold air poured in. The East Palace guards were dressed in armor, with swords wielding sharp weapons, and murderous aura immediately filled the entire mourning hall.
Just as they rushed forward shouting, they suddenly saw clearly that the assassin who sneaked into the East Palace was actually the Regent, Yan Jinghuan!
For a moment, everyone stopped in their tracks and looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and hesitation.
Regent? !
He is the regent with great power!
The emperor was seriously ill, and he held real power, and all the ministers obeyed him.
Even though they are guards of the Eastern Palace, how could they afford to offend such a person? !
After a moment of silence, Wei Zilin suddenly roared, "Come on!"
His eyes were bloodshot and his expression was distorted, he looked like a madman, and he was roaring loudly.
"He wants to kill me!"
"Don't forget, you are the guards of my East Palace, and I am your master! Go ahead!!"
The guards were suddenly shocked back to their senses by his shout. After hesitating for a moment, they finally gritted their teeth and drew their swords!
"kill!"
Dozens of cold rays suddenly lit up, swords and knives crossed each other, and murderous intent was everywhere in an instant!
A big knife chopped down first, the blade cut through the cold air and went straight to Yan Jinghuan's face!
Shen Xingwan cried out in surprise, Yan Jinghuan's eyes turned stern, he held Shen Xingwan in his arms, turned around and blocked with his sword!
"KENG!"
The sound of metal clashing cut through the air!
The blade of the broadsword hit his straight and horizontal sword, causing his arm to tremble violently, and he actually blocked the fatal blow!
The guard felt numb at the base of his palm and his entire arm was in unbearable pain. He staggered back several steps!
But more guards are already swarming over!
Xing Zhou shouted angrily, unsheathed his sword, and instantly his body moved as fast as a stream of light, his figure like a ghost, suddenly jumped up to block Yan Jinghuan, and fought with several guards!
The Eastern Palace mourning hall instantly turned into a bloody place!
Swords clashed, weapons collided, and blood splattered!
Yan Jinghuan held Shen Xingwan in his arms and used a sword to drive back the attacking guards. His eyes darkened and he shouted, "Hold me tight!"
Shen Xingwan's heart trembled violently and she clutched his collar tightly.
The next moment, Yan Jinghuan pointed his toes, stood up, and actually flew into the air with her in his arms, leaping onto the platform!
The guards were horrified. Before they could react, Yan Jinghuan had already turned over in mid-air, holding the sword in one hand, his clothes fluttering and a silver light flashed!
“Puff!”
The sword was as fast as lightning and stabbed straight down!
The pupils of a guard who was rushing in the front suddenly shrank, and he had no time to dodge, and the long sword pierced his throat, and blood spurted out!
The corpse fell to the ground with a bang!
The guards were horrified, but also completely aroused to kill!
"kill!"
Yan Jinghuan supported Shen Xingwan with one hand, his eyes were cold, he turned his wrist and swung a sword to force the two men back, his body was sharp and swift!
Xing Zhou also fought with dozens of guards.
He drew his sword extremely fast, blood splashed everywhere he went, the sharp blade broke through the air, the light and shadow of the sword reflected on his stern face, he shouted in a deep voice: "Your Highness, please leave quickly, I will cover you!"
"Walk?"
Wei Zilin roared, covered his shoulder with blood, and stood up with a grim smile, "None of you can escape!"
After that, he suddenly raised his hand and shouted: "Shoot!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp whistle was heard outside the hall!
On the eaves, dozens of archers stood up, bowstrings tightened, arrowheads shining with cold light, pointing directly at Yan Jinghuan!
"careful!"
Shen Xingwan's face turned pale and he screamed in horror.
Yan Jinghuan's eyes were deep as he looked around, and murderous intent suddenly rose!
A rain of arrows fell from the air!
Yan Jinghuan stomped his feet hard, hugged Shen Xingwan tightly, and leaped backward to avoid the rain of arrows!
However, the arrows came like a torrential rain, blocking all escape routes!
There are swords in front and bows and crossbows behind!
Shen Xingwan's heart was beating wildly, and despair rose in his heart.
A sharp cold light suddenly flashed in Yan Jinghuan's eyes!
The flames were roaring, the white banners were torn, and the air was filled with the smell of blood, like purgatory.
Most of the furnishings in the Eastern Palace's mourning hall had collapsed. In the ruined hall, corpses were scattered all over the floor and blood was flowing.
Yan Jinghuan's clothes fluttered, his sword flashed coldly, and he was as fast as thunder, and in an instant he was in front of Wei Zilin.
Before Wei Zilin could react, he felt his throat tighten.
Yan Jinghuan grabbed his collar and held it tightly.
“Hmm!”
Wei Zilin was caught off guard and was suddenly lifted up with his feet almost off the ground.
The next moment, Yan Jinghuan suddenly pulled and threw Wei Zilin in front of the two of them!
A rain of arrows broke through the sky!
Wei Zilin was suddenly pulled forward. He was terrified and his pupils suddenly shrank. He watched helplessly as dense streams of sharp arrows flew straight towards him.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
The arrow tore through the air, carrying with it an unstoppable murderous intent!
Wei Zilin's blood rushed back all over his body and he froze in place, with cold sweat instantly soaking his back.
"Your Highness!"
The guards of the Eastern Palace were horrified and rushed forward desperately!
“Protect the emperor!!”
Several guards in front swung their swords, the sword lights flew, and they formed a protective circle.
As swords clashed, sparks flew and dense arrows were blocked and fell to the ground.
However, there are still arrows that slip through the net.
Several sharp arrows penetrated the defense and pierced Wei Zilin!
"puff!"
At the moment when the arrow was about to pierce Wei Zilin's chest, several guards suddenly pounced on him!
They didn't even have time to make a sound before they used their flesh and blood to block those deadly arrows.
“Puff!”
The arrow pierced the body and blood gushed out!
The guards' eyes widened, their bodies trembled violently, blood gushed out of their mouths, their knees weakened, and they fell to the ground with a thud.
Wei Zilin stared blankly at the corpse so close to him, his body splattered with blood, his pupils trembling slightly, his fingers clenched into fists, and his whole body cold.
After a hail of arrows, Yan Jinghuan and Shen Xingwan were both unharmed.
Seven or eight guards of the Eastern Palace have fallen!
Yan Jinghuan gently let go of Shen Xingwan, his gloomy eyes as cold as a pond, and suddenly grabbed Wei Zilin's neck!
Wei Zilin's face suddenly changed and he struggled instinctively, but how amazing was Yan Jinghuan's strength?
His five fingers, which were as sharp as a pair of iron pliers, tightly grasped Wei Zilin's throat and forcibly pulled him up from the ground!
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Wei Zilin's throat was strangled and he had difficulty breathing. His face turned red. His fingers were tightly prying Yan Jinghuan's wrist, but he couldn't move it even a little.
Yan Jinghuan glared at him coldly, turned his sword, the blade flashed with cold light, and suddenly pressed it against his throat.
The cold sword blade was pressed against Wei Zilin's neck, the tip of the sword cut through his flesh, a trickle of blood oozed out, staining the side of his neck red.
Wei Zilin's whole body was shaking violently, and he stared at Yan Jinghuan, his eyes filled with anger and madness.
"you......"
His throat tightened and he struggled to squeeze out the words, "You dare to kill me?"
Yan Jinghuan curled his lips coldly, "Do you think I dare?"
After saying that, he thrust the sword forward slightly.
The wound on Wei Zilin's neck suddenly deepened!
Blood slid down the blade of the sword, dripped onto the ground, and seeped into the cold floor tiles.
Wei Zilin's whole body trembled, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes turned bloodshot, but he didn't dare to move.
All the guards in the hall were silent.
No one dared to move.
Even the archers outside the palace did not dare to draw their bows and shoot arrows.
Everyone held their breath, their nerves tense, staring at the sword in Yan Jinghuan's hand, waiting for his next move.
They dare not act rashly!
Because they know that if they make the slightest move...
Yan Jinghuan will really kill the prince!
The mourning hall was eerily silent.
Shen Xingwan stood beside Yan Jinghuan, looking at the scene in front of her with trembling eyes, her fingertips slightly curled up, and her heart beating like a drum.
She looked at Yan Jinghuan's stern profile, his eyebrows were as sharp as a knife, and his whole body was filled with murderous aura, as if he was a Shura descended to the world.
At that moment, she even had some doubts.
Would he really kill Wei Zilin just like that?
She wasn't sure, and she didn't dare to speak.
The overturned candle flame caused a raging fire, making the Eastern Palace mourning hall look like purgatory.
The smell of blood and burning filled the air, and thick smoke billowed.
The long sword in Yan Jinghuan's hand shone with a cold light, pressing it firmly against Wei Zilin's neck.
The sword blade cut through his flesh, and blood flowed down the sharp tip of the sword, forming a bright red bloodstain on the side of his neck.
Wei Zilin was held in his hands in a desperate situation, breathing heavily and his eyes were red.
He clenched his teeth and stared at Shen Xingwan with eyes like a venomous snake.
Yan Jinghuan lowered his eyes, leaned close to Wei Zilin's ear, and whispered in an extremely cold tone:
"If you still want to sit comfortably on the throne of the Crown Prince and become the Emperor of Wei..."
"Then be sensible and stop here."
Wei Zilin's whole body trembled, his eyes were filled with hatred, his Adam's apple rolled, but he couldn't speak for a long time.
Yan Jinghuan smiled coldly, his eyes full of contempt, and his palm suddenly loosened!
"Bang!"
Wei Zilin fell heavily to the ground, staggering and looking in a miserable state.
He rested his palm on the cold floor tiles, and the blood from the wound quickly seeped through his clothes, staining them a shocking bloody color.
Yan Jinghuan didn't look at him again. He turned around suddenly, hugged Shen Xingwan, held her slender waist tightly, and whispered:
"Walk!"
Shen Xingwan was almost held in his arms and rushed out of the mourning hall!
The door of the hall was wide open, and cold wind blew in, blowing away the strong smell of blood in the mourning hall.
The night was as dark as ink, and the starry sky was swallowed up by the darkness. There was chaos all around, with the sounds of fighting and screams mixed together, arrows flying around, and cold light flashing.
Xing Zhou held the sword and blocked the way behind Yan Jinghuan and Shen Xingwan, his eyes were sharp and the blood was still wet on the blade of the sword.
“Stop them!”
An East Palace guard roared and rushed up with more than a dozen sword and shield men.
Xing Zhou's eyes turned cold, he turned his wrist, swept the sword across, and the sword light burst out!
“Puff!”
The two guards were stabbed in the throat by the sword. They groaned and fell to the ground.
Yan Jinghuan carried Shen Xingwan and walked quickly, not daring to delay even a moment, his steps were as swift as the wind.
Shen Xingwan's heart was also beating like a drum. She clutched Yan Jinghuan's sleeves tightly with both hands, still in shock.
Wei Zilin fell to the ground, clenched his fists tightly, his fingertips turned white, and his eyes were dark and gloomy.
Shen Xingwan......
She never looked back at him from beginning to end!
She was held in Yan Jinghuan's arms, leaning against him tightly, not wanting to look at him again!
Wei Zilin's chest heaved violently, hatred surging in his chest, like a beast being tortured to death, watching its prey being taken away. His heart seemed to be torn into thousands of cracks and dripping with blood.
The guards of the Eastern Palace helped Wei Zilin up and said nervously, "Your Highness, I will go after him!"
Wei Zilin gritted his teeth, his eyes fixed on Shen Xingwan's figure running away!
But she...
From beginning to end, she never looked back at him!
Wei Zilin clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost piercing his palms, and veins on his forehead bulged!
He looked at her...
Looking at her being held tightly in Yan Jinghuan's arms...
Watching her being protected by him, escorting her away at all costs...
In an instant, it seemed as if all rationality was burned away by the raging fire, leaving only bone-eating madness and jealousy!
But in the end, he still gritted his teeth, suppressed the anger boiling in his throat, raised his hand, and swung it down fiercely!
“I won’t chase you anymore!!”
The guards of the Eastern Palace were all stunned and looked at Wei Zilin in surprise.
“Your Highness?!”
Wei Zilin's eyes were cold, his face was pale, veins bulged on his forehead, and his teeth were clenched, as if he was trying his best to restrain his murderous intent.
He took a deep breath, endured the severe pain in his torn shoulder, and laughed softly, his expression extremely sinister.
"Let them go..."
His voice was hoarse.
"You can escape for a while, but you can't escape forever."
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