The guards of the Prince of Chu’s palace had been with Huangfu Zeuan for many years and were extremely loyal, but the assassins were likely specially trained death warriors who were willing to fight to the death.
One black-clad assassin who was stabbed in the abdomen chose to take a guard down with him, inserting his knife into the guard’s heart, and they both fell.
The street that was just bustling moments ago quickly emptied as people were cut down and others ran away in terror. Only the bold ones watched from a safe distance.
Even if the common people didn’t know the details, such an assassination scene couldn’t go unreported. The street patrol officers were certainly not idle, and the uniform of the Prince of Chu’s guards clearly indicated the identity of the attacked person.
If the Princess Consort were to be killed in this city, almost all officials would be implicated. Some quickly ran to the county office to report, while others hurried to the military camp to request reinforcements.
As time passed, the assassins knew that prolonging the fight would be disadvantageous, and they went mad with desperate tactics.
One black-clad assassin, stabbed in the abdomen with an eye fallen out, swung his knife, his mind filled with thoughts of his family being killed if the assassination failed. His face suddenly turned savage as he lunged forward, his head instantly destroyed, spraying blood over a meter high, his headless body falling backward.
Though the assassin died, he had broken through the Prince of Chu’s guards’ tight defense, allowing several black-clad assassins to rush in to kill Ye Hui.
The guards fought desperately to block the breach. One was covered in blood, wounded in multiple places, his movements slowing, with a wound in his side bleeding profusely, yet still gritting his teeth in fierce combat.
Old Eleven stepped forward to replace him, his sword drawing an arc. His blade cut like butter, and with a crisp sound, he broke an assassin’s knife in half, then immediately cut off the assassin’s arms. “Die!” Old Eleven laughed grimly, kicking the man flying.
Thinking of his beloved’s uncertain fate, he harbored extreme hatred for the assassins, his face showing a bloodthirsty cruelty. With a few sword strikes, he cut off another assassin’s legs.
