"Sister, what do we do now?"
In the grove, Partridge Feather and Canglan stared at the manor not far away.
The Crown Prince had made a move today and notified the two of them in advance. They left Bailu County early in the morning under the pretext of purchasing bamboo and stayed here.
Just now, they clearly saw more than a hundred riders hurrying away.
Prince Rui, the First Prince, and the Sixth Prince were all among them.
Canglan pondered, unsure of what had happened, but judging from the situation just now, it was no small matter.
"Let's go, let's sneak in and look for clues."
Lord Yin Zhe is by His Highness's side. If Prince Rui has any ill intentions, he will definitely bring his strongest guards with him.
In other words, the manor must be poorly guarded, and there is a high probability that there are no experts at the Divine Martial Realm.
The First Prince is accompanied by Lord Yin Zhe, Commander Meng and his elite guards, as well as the Sixth Prince's Mo Group.
The two of them don't make much difference; we might as well seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Partridge readily agreed, and the two immediately set off, silently sneaking into the manor and heading straight for the third courtyard.
Two groups of people sped through the rain.
They were separated by a distance of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), clearly divided.
More than fifty riders, all elite guards, stood guard in front of Prince Rui.
The number of people in the back row was roughly equal, with the Qin Zhaoqiong sisters in the very center.
Yin Zhe followed closely, his "momentum" enveloping the two of them, ready for battle.
A road was built between the manor and the mint, and the journey was smooth; fifteen li could be covered in the blink of an eye.
"Your Highness, it's Your Highness!"
On the way, they encountered the mint workers rushing about, and upon seeing the cavalry, they immediately stopped.
The old clerk was being supported by the town soldiers, his head bowed and his breathing heavy, looking extremely disheveled.
Upon hearing this, he quickly looked up, rubbing his eyes repeatedly before he could barely make out the tall horse in front of him.
"Your Highness..."
"What happened?!"
The guard shouted angrily, but before the old clerk could speak, the town soldier explained the situation in a few words.
In reality, they didn't know much either; it was all pieced together by the officials who had fled from the government office.
"Walk!"
The situation was critical, and Prince Rui did not try to appease him. Instead, he led his guards and sped away again.
In the center of the village, the sorcerer Yan Wujiu keenly sensed the movement of the galloping horse.
He and Liu Yan were truly evenly matched.
A third-grade sorcerer's "Immediate Power" allows them to move instantly within its range, with perception so precise that even the smallest detail is visible.
Previously, the strategy of Hidden Steed was to lay out sharp golden lines around its body, making the opponent dare not get close easily.
As for Liuyan, it's even simpler, since its greatest strength is speed.
He could always dodge and counterattack in an instant against attacks launched from all sorts of unpredictable positions.
The attacks were as fierce as fire; even a glancing blow could cause serious injury.
Thus, the two attacked each other for a long time but neither could gain the upper hand.
At this moment, Yan Wujiu disappeared again, but this time he did not intend to attack from a blind spot. Instead, he fled into the distance.
Liu Yan naturally wouldn't let him go, and pushed his speed to the limit.
Only one person remained standing in front of the government office.
The one known as the Xuanji Guard was another sorcerer, Yang Wuhui, with the strength of a half-step third-grade cultivator, whom no one in the Minting Bureau could withstand.
He grabbed the hair of Inspector Qian Cheng Chen Yuheng and roughly pulled him up.
At this moment, Chen Yuheng's eyes were vacant, as if he had lost his soul, and he lost all reaction to everything around him.
With no other living people present, Yang Wu Hui no longer needed to act.
They don't need ledgers or anything like that; just getting the message across is enough.
The next moment, a sword strike severed the head.
At that moment, my senior brother transmitted his voice to my ear.
In the blink of an eye, the two met up.
Three zhang below, the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams appeared out of thin air.
Yan Wujiu stands in the Qian position, while Yang Wuhui stands in the Kun position; one represents Yang, and the other represents Yin.
Liu Yan abruptly stopped, a strong sense of unease rising within him as he sensed immense danger emanating from the Bagua diagram.
But it was too late. The illusory image of the Bagua suddenly expanded to ten zhang, enveloping his figure within it.
The two sorcerers used their blood essence as a guide, forming Bagua symbols with their fingertips, and chanted the "True Secrets of Yi Yao" in unison.
Yang Wu Hui manipulated the Kun, Gen, and Kan trigrams, solidifying earth and stone into mountains and turning water into ice to block movement;
Yan Wujiu manipulates the three trigrams Qian, Zhen, and Li, summoning heavenly thunder and drawing fire from Li, primarily for attacking and breaking through defenses.
A myriad of attacks and changes appeared in Liu Yan's vision. Sensing the energy, he found that every place was dangerous, and he could not find any way to break the deadlock.
He could only maneuver within a very small space, pushing his speed to its limit.
Just then, another unexpected event occurred!
The two sorcerers in the formation instantly switched positions, forcibly reversing the Bagua formation's core, causing the space within the formation to briefly fall into chaos.
"Hmm..."
Liu Yan groaned, feeling his body being pulled by countless forces of varying sizes.
When the Yin and Yang energies in the body are out of balance, the five senses become disordered, such as hearing thunder, seeing a sea of fire, or feeling as if one is falling into a quagmire while walking in the void.
The six trigrams merged into one, transforming into a blade of light that pierced the formation.
The flames made his hair stand on end like needles, a chill like an ice spike ran down the back of his neck, and his ear canals suddenly rang with a buzzing sound, as if his skull was filled with boiling lead.
A metallic, sweet taste filled his throat, making it impossible for him to distinguish whether it was reality or a hallucination of impending death.
The "momentum" tightly enveloped him, and Liu Yan fiercely swung his right iron fan.
The iron fan, infused with black steel spines, shattered inch by inch, transforming into countless streams of light that shot out in all directions, most of them heading towards the light blade.
The next moment, the image of the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) rippled like the moon's reflection in water before disappearing.
The muffled thuds continued, as fragments of the iron fan sank deep into the soil.
The distant government buildings collapsed one after another, as if struck by a giant battering ram.
The rain around us paused for a moment before it started falling again.
The two sorcerers were nowhere to be seen. Liu Yan's face was completely drained of color, and his chest heaved like a bellows.
A trace of blood remained at the corner of his mouth; the last-minute activation of his cultivation technique had caused him some internal injuries.
But compared to the physical pain, the emotional distress was even more unbearable. Liu Yan raised her head, her face grim.
"Damn it, I've been tricked..."
The opponent's killing move seemed extremely dangerous, but in reality, they withdrew at the last moment.
The light blade was just for show; it was meant to distract him and give him a chance to escape.
This is a consequence of insufficient experience and a lack of understanding of the warlock's methods.
Just then, more than a hundred riders came galloping by, reining in their horses when they were twenty feet away.
Liu Yan met the Prince Rui in the formation, his expression solemn and dignified.
The other guards drew their swords and aimed them all at him.
This... Liu Yan's heart skipped a beat.
Broken walls and ruins, corpses strewn everywhere, yet he stood alone in the scene, making it seem as if he was the one who carried out the massacre.
The thought of being repeatedly framed made me feel as uncomfortable as if I had swallowed a fly.
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