The silver-armored soldiers were also bewildered when they heard the young man in blue shout, and they all looked at their prince as if seeking instructions.
The Ninth Prince, however, remained indifferent, clearly not caring about Consort Jia's life or death.
When Tinglan saw that the assassins were actually coming for her and Consort Jia, she was shocked!
What the hell is Donglongmen, the number one assassin organization in the martial arts world? They can't even figure out who the real target of their mission is, yet they have the nerve to call themselves number one?
"Go and explain yourself!" Consort Jia was so angry that she felt like vomiting blood again. The blood she had just stirred up was completely absorbed by the Rejuvenation Gu.
Although she looked increasingly radiant, her body was extremely weak, experiencing bouts of dizziness and lightheadedness, making it difficult for her to get up or move to avoid danger.
"Stop it! What are you doing..." Tinglan was suddenly pushed away by Jiafei. She forgot to take off her face mask and shouted to remind the assassins that they had the wrong target. As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a chill in her heart.
Looking down, he saw a gleaming sword piercing his heart, straight through his chest.
As the longsword was drawn, Tinglan lost her support and instantly collapsed to the ground.
"...Wrong..." She uttered the last two words in a low voice, but no one heard them, and no one wanted to hear them.
Of the three, Tinglan, who was still able to move and had the best skills, was powerless against the top assassin, let alone Qingsang and the weakened Jiafei.
Without any resistance, the two men in black easily pierced the hearts of Jiafei and Qingsang as if they were cutting vegetables, and then quickly retreated and disappeared without a trace.
Ji Fengyao and Shang Xiye then got off the ghost mask and she helped him to the side of the dying Consort Jia.
Consort Jia's dying gaze fell upon Shang Xiye, who stood tall and walked hand in hand with Ji Fengyao. She was filled with shock, hatred, and pain, and tears streamed down her face: "Your Highness, you... how cruel you are! And you, you... bandit, I'll... I'll become a ghost..."
"You have no chance to become a ghost," Ji Fengyao knew that if Shang Xiye didn't move, she could stand firmly, so she let go of his hand, half-squatted in front of Jiafei and whispered.
"What?" Consort Jia asked weakly, clearly not understanding what Ji Fengyao meant.
"I'm telling you, you won't have the chance to become a ghost and seek revenge," Ji Fengyao said with an almost sinister smile in Consort Jia's ear using a secret telepathic technique. "As the saying goes, if you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring breeze. When I'm old and you're reborn, my soul will be gone from the Yellow Springs. We cultivators have always preferred to destroy a person's soul along with their body, leaving no future trouble!"
"You...!" Consort Jia stared wide-eyed in shock at Ji Fengyao as if she had seen a ghost.
Only then did she realize what kind of being she had provoked!
However, it was too late for her, and she had no chance to regret it.
Without making a sound, Ji Fengyao transferred the extreme fire to her fingertips. When she lightly touched Jiafei's body, the extreme fire ignited her soul that was about to leave her body, severing her possibility of reincarnation.
She always remembered her wicked master's words: The world of cultivators is extremely cruel. Kindness and conscience are necessary, but they must never be used against enemies!
When Consort Jia's soul was ignited, Shang Xiye seemed to sense something. Something seemed to stir in his mind, a very comfortable feeling that warmed his whole body.
Shang Xiye subconsciously reached out and touched the space between his eyebrows, thinking to himself: The feeling just now was definitely not an illusion. What exactly is in my mind?
"Your Highness, what's wrong?" Wuhen thought Shang Xiye was unwell and stepped forward to help him up.
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