Chapter 111 Confrontation Yan Jinghuan, you are finally here.
With flames surging and blood mist spreading, the West Six Palaces had already become a Shura field.
Yan Jinghuan and Shen Yunchao fought desperately to break out of the door, but they never expected that Wei Zilin had already deployed heavy troops in secret.
The black-armored army swarmed out like a tide, with swords flashing and sabers flying, and the sound of killing shaking the sky.
The palace walls were high and the gates were tightly closed, and for a moment it became a situation of being caught in a jar.
"Protect the prince!"
The assassins roared and tried their best to form a shield formation around the two men, but the enemy was fearless and rushed forward madly, one wave after another.
Bows and crossbows flew everywhere, short blades pierced throats, blood quickly soaked the ground, and the pungent smell was like hell.
Shen Yunchao took the lead and chopped down several people with his sword in succession, but he was hit in the shoulder by an arrow in the melee, and blood immediately trickled down his armor.
He gritted his teeth and stood in front of Yan Jinghuan with a cold face.
"My Lord, hurry up!"
Yan Jinghuan was covered in dust and blood, but there was only cold murderous intent in his eyes.
He clenched the hilt of the sword and forcibly cut off the enemy soldier who was charging at him, his eyes determined.
"You can't leave." He whispered, his voice like a piece of iron burned by flames, so hot that it was terrifying.
How could he leave when Shen Xingwan didn’t know where he was!
Another wave of enemy troops rushed over and almost drowned them in the chaos.
Shen Yunchao swung his sword and knocked down a black-armored general. His body swayed and he almost fell over. Yan Jinghuan was quick-witted and grabbed him, then pierced the sneak attacking enemy with a backhanded sword.
"Shen Yunchao!" He growled, "You are injured, step back!"
Shen Yunchao's face was pale, but he gritted his teeth and said, "I can still fight!"
Before he could finish his words, a spear came flying through the air and went straight for Yan Jinghuan's throat.
Yan Jinghuan lowered his body and narrowly avoided the attack. He then slashed the enemy's throat with his sword, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
But there were too many enemies, and they kept falling one after another, not knowing whether they would live or die.
Seeing his personal soldiers decreasing in number and falling one after another in a pool of blood, Yan Jinghuan was covered in blood and the sharp sword in his hand had already been blunted.
He narrowed his eyes, scanned the battle situation coldly, and shouted in a deep voice:
"Break through the left wing! Follow me and charge out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped into the crowd like an arrow, wielding his sword swiftly, each strike carrying a deadly cold light.
Shen Yunchao gritted his teeth and followed closely. The two of them were like a lone boat going upstream, tearing a bloody path through the sea of blood.
In just half a minute, they had several wounds on their bodies, their robes were torn like blood-stained silk, and their armor was covered with cracks.
Finally, the left wing was torn apart, and everyone fought desperately to break out.
Suddenly, a man rushed over, half of his body stained with blood, and knelt in front of Yan Jinghuan, his voice hoarse:
"Your Highness... got the news... The Regent Princess was taken to a secret passage by the Crown Prince. The secret passage is... in..."
Before he could finish his words, he fell on his back and died.
Yan Jinghuan tightly grasped the sword in his hand, clenched his teeth, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He leaned over, pulled out the blood-stained map from the spy's arms, glanced at it quickly, and memorized the location of the secret passage.
“Your Highness!” Shen Yunchao endured his injuries and stopped him, “You can’t go! This secret passage must be full of ambushes. Now that the reinforcements haven’t arrived, we’ll definitely die with only these few remaining soldiers!”
Everyone knelt down and advised, "Your Highness, you must not take risks lightly! It is better to wait for a while until the reinforcements arrive in the palace before looking for them again!"
Yan Jinghuan was covered in blood, his golden python was broken, and the fire in the wind illuminated his deep eyes. He was silent for a moment, and suddenly sneered.
"Not too late?"
His voice was hoarse, and there was a deadly cold light in his eyes.
"If she makes the slightest mistake, I will raze this palace to the ground, but what's the point?"
Shen Yunchao frowned and was about to persuade him again, but Yan Jinghuan shouted sternly:
"Everyone listen up! General Shen is seriously injured, escort him back to the rear for treatment immediately. The rest of you who can walk, follow me to the secret passage!"
"Your Majesty!"
"Yeon Kyung-hwan!"
Everyone exclaimed, but Yan Jinghuan no longer looked back.
He gripped his sword tightly, pulled a warhorse over and mounted it, with murderous aura surging from his body like a raging tide.
"If I don't return, all matters will be decided by General Shen."
After saying that, he rode on his horse, stepping through a pool of blood and a sea of fire, heading straight towards the secret passage.
The scattered soldiers gritted their teeth and followed behind him, guarding him all the way.
They knew that this battle might be a dead end.
But they knew even more that she was the prince's beloved.
If he doesn't save her, she will die and he will die too.
The night was dark and the sky was full of flames.
Yan Jinghuan clenched his sword tightly, his figure standing tall as a mountain in the flames.
There was no fear in his eyes, only raging anger.
Even if the world falls apart, he will bring his wife back from hell!
The night wind whistled past, filled with a sweet and fishy smell. The flames danced wildly in the wind, lighting up half the sky red.
Yan Jinghuan was about to charge towards the secret passage when suddenly a blood-soaked soldier stumbled over, knelt on the ground, and shouted hoarsely:
"Your Majesty! General! It's bad! The Second Prince and the Fifth Prince have teamed up and sent troops into the palace to seize power! They have already attacked the Xuande Gate area, the situation is critical!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expression changed.
Shen Yunchao's face was as gloomy as iron. He forced himself to hold on despite his injuries and shouted:
"As expected, they are like ants in troubled times, they will find any gaps they can find!"
He turned to look at Yan Jinghuan, with anxiety in his eyes.
"Your Majesty, this is a matter of great importance. If the palace is lost, all our efforts will be wasted..."
"I know."
Yan Jinghuan interrupted him, his voice low and decisive.
He stood on his horse, his eyes dark, and stared at the palace wall illuminated by the fire in the distance.
"Shen Yunchao."
He ordered coldly:
"You must lead the remaining troops to rush to Xuande Gate immediately to quell the rebellion and eliminate the princes' followers. No chance of failure is allowed."
"We must stabilize the palace situation before the reinforcements arrive!"
Shen Yunchao's expression changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "What about you? The secret passage is extremely dangerous, and you are alone..."
"I know my limits."
Yan Jinghuan lowered his eyes and said firmly.
"Wei Zilin is in the dark, and I am in the light. Acting alone, I am actually easier to approach than a large group of people."
"Besides, if we can't capture Wei Zilin immediately, he will escape through the secret passage and hold Xing Wan hostage, which will cause endless troubles."
His raven-black eyelashes drooped, casting a faint shadow under his bloodstained eyelids. His voice trembled unconsciously, "By then, even if reinforcements enter the palace, they may not be able to save her."
Shen Yunchao pursed his lips tightly, almost crushing the hilt of the sword in his hand.
He understood Yan Jinghuan's character. Once he made up his mind, nothing could change it.
"I'll stay with you!" Shen Yunchao gritted his teeth.
“No need.”
Yan Jinghuan raised his eyes, his gaze sharp.
"The situation in the palace is critical. If even you die, who will save the situation?"
Shen Yunchao's eyes were slightly red, his fists were clenched tightly, and his knuckles turned white.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and picked out a team of brave men from his personal guards. These men were elite warriors who were not afraid of life and death and could fight ten people at a time.
"I'll leave them to you." Shen Yunchao said in a deep voice.
Yan Jinghuan nodded, dismounted, and personally inspected the equipment of the assassins. After confirming that everything was correct, he turned around and bowed to Shen Yunchao.
"You and I will each defend one round."
Shen Yunchao looked solemn and knocked his fist lowly, "Take care, Your Majesty."
Yan Jinghuan nodded, swung his sword, and led his men to move silently along the secret passage.
As the night grew darker, the Western Six Palaces became ruins and devastated.
In front of us is a broken wall of a side hall, and a secret door is faintly visible in the ruins.
Yan Jinghuan's heart tightened, and he waved his hand to signal several assassins to step forward and quickly break the mechanism.
With a creaky sound, the secret door opened and a strong smell of blood hit us in the face.
"My Lord, be careful."
The deputy leader's assassins reminded in a low voice.
Yan Jinghuan nodded, drew his sword, and stepped into the dark palace silently.
There were slippery bluestone slabs underfoot and dim candlelight embedded in the walls, casting heavy shadows all around.
The death warriors were divided into several lines and moved forward vigilantly.
Suddenly, there was an unusual movement.
"kill!"
At the end of the palace, Wei Zilin had already set up an ambush. With a loud shout, crossbow arrows shot like raindrops!
Yan Jinghuan shouted coldly, flicked his sleeves, picked up several arrows with his sword, and threw them with his backhand, nailing the crossbowman hiding in the corner to the wall.
The assassins attacked instantly, blood splattered everywhere and the sound of killing was deafening.
For a moment, the narrow corridor was filled with the flashing of swords and the shadows of people, tumbling, and blood and flesh flying.
Yan Jinghuan took the lead, full of murderous intent.
His body was as fast as lightning, and every sword he struck carried a biting chill. Wherever the sword passed, no one would survive.
There were heavy troops blocking the way ahead, with swords and spears clashing and flames as bright as day.
Yan Jinghuan narrowed his eyes coldly, leaped up, swept his sword across, and chopped several people with force. A blood mist exploded and splashed all over his robe. He didn't care at all, he just clenched his teeth tightly, with an almost crazy obsession burning in his eyes.
Shen Xingwan is still ahead.
No matter how dangerous the situation is, he will get through it!
The death warriors fearlessly stayed behind, protecting the enemy while clearing the way for Yan Jinghuan.
Finally, after passing through many corridors, I vaguely heard a faint sound in the distance... like a woman sobbing softly.
Yan Jinghuan's heart suddenly shook, his blood boiled, and his steps became faster.
"Wei Zilin!"
He growled, his voice like thunder, shaking the corridor slightly.
After killing the last line of guards, at the end of the corridor, a familiar slender figure was vaguely visible, being tightly clamped by someone.
Yan Jinghuan's eyes turned bloodshot, he roared, and slashed the rebels in front of him with a sword!
He was filled with murderous intent, like a killer god from hell, with gravel flying everywhere and the firelight reflecting his murderous figure.
The long sword in Yan Jinghuan's hand was still dripping with blood, his eyes were as dark as the abyss, and he walked step by step to the end of the secret passage.
The assassins have dispersed and formed a battle array, blocking the retreat route tightly, leaving only this small space. The situation is tense and the murderous intent is almost solidified.
And deep in the secret passage, Wei Zilin was holding Shen Xingwan hostage.
He held her slender neck with one hand, with such strength that it seemed as if he would break her if she moved a little. In his other hand, he held a dagger horizontally against her chest, the tip of the dagger trembling slightly, reflecting the deep and shallow madness in his eyes.
Shen Xingwan was restrained and unable to move, his face was pale and there was blood at the corners of his lips.
Her eyes suddenly lit up when she looked at Yan Jinghuan, but Wei Zilin held her hand even tighter, leaving red marks on her neck.
Yan Jinghuan narrowed his eyes, lowered the tip of his sword slightly, and suppressed his aura to the extreme.
The air seemed to freeze.
After a while, Wei Zilin suddenly laughed softly.
The laughter was strangely gentle, like the low moans coming from the throat of a sick beast.
"Yan Jinghuan," Wei Zilin spoke slowly, his voice slightly hoarse and tired, but he could not hide the paranoia and coldness in his bones, "You are finally here."
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