His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

High up, behind a weathered boulder, Mo Sangyu withdrew his spiritual power and said to Feng Xingyu beside him, "After dealing with three leaders, General Chu should be able to handle the rest."

Feng Xingyu's gaze swept across the battlefield below: "The assassination attempt was quite powerful, but it seemed more like a test and a way to wear him down. It seems the enemy also knows that it's difficult to capture him with just one ambush."

The battle then lasted for about fifteen minutes.

Seeing that their ambush had failed and their leader had died under mysterious circumstances, the assassins whistled and quickly retreated into the mountains, disappearing from sight.

Chu Tianxiong counted the number of men and found that he had lost more than a dozen of his personal guards. He also needed to have his arm wound treated again.

Wen Zhixia jumped off the carriage and quickly helped him re-bandage, but her gaze involuntarily drifted to the steep and silent cliffs on both sides.

Was someone secretly helping them just now?

Could it be Sister Mo and Brother Feng?

Wen Zhixia's heartbeat quickened slightly.

She looked around and saw only jagged rocks and sparse bushes; she couldn't see a single person.

Two more similar assassination attempts occurred during the rest of the journey.

Each time, he was saved by a hidden master at the most critical moment.

Wen Zhixia initially thought she was overthinking things, but after being rescued so many times, the answer in her heart became clearer and clearer.

It must be Sister Mo and Brother Feng!

They actually... protected each other in secret. She could never repay such kindness in her lifetime.

Chu Tianxiong had a vague idea of ​​what was going on, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Are these two really just trying to help them?

Definitely not.

They probably have ulterior motives.

Regardless of their purpose, without their protection, he and Zhixia would have been dead long ago.

After traveling day and night, they finally arrived safely outside the capital of the Iron River Kingdom on the seventh day.

Looking at the tall and majestic city walls, which symbolized imperial power and prosperity, Wen Zhixia gently exhaled.

Immediately, a deeper sense of melancholy welled up in my heart.

Along the way, they had people protecting them, but after entering this city, no one could protect them anymore.

She wasn't afraid of death, but...

Wen Zhixia looked back, feeling regretful that she would never see them again.

"Zhixia, let's go, we're going into town."

Upon arriving here, Chu Tianxiong ordered the remaining guards to return, while he and Wen Zhixia could enter the city alone.

Otherwise, it would be disobeying the imperial edict.

Dusk was falling at the city gate.

Chu Tianxiong and Wen Zhixia were travel-worn and their clothes were covered in dust, making them look rather disheveled.

As soon as they reached the city gate checkpoint, they were stopped and questioned by a group of soldiers guarding the city.

Just as they were locked in a stalemate, a lavishly decorated carriage slowly drove out of the city and stopped near the two of them.

The curtain was lifted slightly, revealing a well-maintained middle-aged face.

"What's going on? There's a commotion at the city gate."

The man's voice was extremely authoritative, making the guards at the gate afraid to look him in the eye.

The garrison captain quickly stepped forward, bowed, and reported, "Sir, these two men are behaving suspiciously and we are about to investigate them further."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, the person inside the carriage glanced at Chu Tianxiong and Wen Zhixia, lingering for a moment on their tattered clothes, a mocking smile curving his lips.

"It does look suspicious."

The man said slowly and deliberately, "The capital is under martial law now, and we can't let any suspicious person go unpunished. Since their identity is unknown, let's arrest them and interrogate them properly."

"You dare!"

Chu Tianxiong clearly recognized the person inside the carriage. He shouted in a deep voice, "Open your dog eyes and take a good look! I am General Chu Tianxiong, who has been ordered to return to the capital!"

The man inside the carriage chuckled mockingly and waved to the squad leader, "Who knows if it's true or not? What if it's an enemy spy in disguise? It's best to take him away and find out more."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of armored soldiers, clearly not ordinary city guards, rushed out from the alley next door. Without saying a word, they subdued Chu Tianxiong and Wen Zhixia and dragged them into the city.

On the roof of the city gate tower.

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu took in all of this.

"Is the person in that carriage Prime Minister Ning?" Mo Sangyu narrowed his eyes.

"Most likely," Feng Xingyu said. "Judging from his posture, he's deliberately waiting here to arrest people. Chu Tianxiong probably has no chance to meet the Emperor anymore."

This is simply...

This is outrageous!

Mo Sangyu casually peeled off a tile and broke it into pieces: "Running into the main character as soon as we entered the city, that's interesting. It would be better if we could confirm it again."

Feng Xingyu turned his head to look at her, a smile curving his lips: "Itching to try something?"

"A little."

Mo Sangyu said frankly, "I can't stand their faces."

"Then wait for me a moment."

After Feng Xingyu finished speaking, he silently slid down the city wall, like a fallen leaf, and blended into the gradually thinning crowd below.

Not long after, he returned.

"Ayu was lucky; the person in the carriage was him. However, his carriage had already entered the city and was heading in the direction where Chu Tianxiong and Wen Zhixia were taken away."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's follow them."

The two moved forward on the rooftop and quickly spotted the luxurious carriage.

The carriage wound its way through the streets and alleys before finally stopping in front of a formidable mansion.

There were no plaques indicating the identity of the gate, only two ferocious-looking stone beasts crouching on the left and right.

The high walls and deep courtyards exuded a cold and desolate atmosphere.

Above the door, only two large, bold characters are engraved.

Imperial Prison.

This is the capital of the Iron River Kingdom, a secret place specifically for detaining and interrogating serious criminals.

Once inside, almost no one ever comes out alive.

Prime Minister Ning's carriage stopped outside the heavy, dark gate of the Imperial Prison.

At this moment, Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu were already standing on the roof opposite the Imperial Prison.

Prime Minister Ning intends to personally avenge his son.

Using public office to settle personal scores.

Mo Sangyu used her spiritual power to conjure a mask and put it on herself.

This time, they were both wearing masks.

Feng Xingyu asked, "How do you want to play?"

"Of course, we can't let him die too easily."

Mo Sangyu's red lips curled into a smile, a long-lost wicked glint in her eyes: "I'll let him know that no matter how much power he has, it won't save his life tonight."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her arm and made a motion as if drawing a bow and arrow.

She had no physical bow and arrows in her hand.

But as she pulled back her fingertips, an invisible vortex suddenly condensed, spiritual energy surged, and transformed into a huge, transparent bow and arrow between her fingers, the arrowhead aimed at the heavy black iron gate of the Imperial Prison.

First, stir up the grass to scare the snake, then shoot the turtle in the jar.

"Bang!"

Mo Sangyu released his grip, and the arrow silently left the bowstring, soaring through the air at a speed too fast for the naked eye to discern.

A loud bang was followed by a piercing sound of metal tearing apart.

The heavy, sturdy black iron gate had been pierced through the center by a bullet, leaving a hole the size of a bowl.

The edges of the sheet metal were rolled up, and sparks flew everywhere.

Prime Minister Ning, having just been helped down from his carriage by his guards, was walking towards the gate with a smug look on his face.

The loud noise startled him, and he nearly tripped.

Upon seeing the damaged door in front of him, he immediately scanned his surroundings.

"There's an assassin!"

His guards were the first to react, shouting hoarsely, "Protect the Prime Minister!"

In an instant, the armored soldiers guarding outside the imperial prison, as well as Prime Minister Ning's personal bodyguards, all drew their swords and surrounded Prime Minister Ning as if facing a formidable enemy, nervously looking around.

Rapid footsteps and shouts echoed from inside the prison, and more guards poured out, carrying torches and searching the open space in front of the gate and the streets.

However, apart from the broken door and the night wind, there was nothing there.

"Where are they? Where is the assassin?!" Prime Minister Ning was both shocked and furious, his voice trembling.

"Why."

Just then, a soft sigh came clearly: "Here it is."

Mo Sangyu was very disappointed that they couldn't even notice this.

The sound came from above.

Everyone suddenly looked up at the rooftop opposite the prison.

Under the moonlight, two masked figures stood side by side, their robes fluttering in the breeze.

Judging from their figures, they are a man and a woman.

"Up there, seize them!" the guard commander shouted.

Immediately, agile guards and prison guards leaped onto the adjacent low wall, attempting to flank the roof from the side.

"court death."

Feng Xingyu's eyes sharpened, and he drew the long sword from his waist.

He didn't use any fancy moves; he just casually swung his hand horizontally.

The powerful sword energy swept across the area in an instant.

"Bang bang bang!"

Those who rushed over were all blasted away by the sword energy and fell to the ground severely injured.

This move stunned the remaining people, and their offensive faltered.

Mo Sangyu also made a move once again.

This time, it was no longer an invisible arrow.

Spiritual energy gathered in her palm, condensing into a radiant, golden longbow.

On the bowstring, an equally gleaming golden arrow appeared out of thin air.

She slowly aimed the arrow at Prime Minister Ning, who was heavily guarded in the middle, his face grim.

"you……"

Even through the mask and the distance, Prime Minister Ning could sense the intense killing intent in her cold, mocking gaze.

These two assassins are terrifying.

Where did they come from?

Why kill him?

Prime Minister Ning instinctively wanted to retreat, to hide behind the gates of the imperial prison.

But just as he turned to run away...

"Bang!"

He crashed headfirst into an invisible wall.

The prison gates were clearly damaged and were now wide open, with torchlight and figures clearly visible inside. How could they not get in?

He had been relatively calm, but now he was truly panicking.

"What's going on?!"

Prime Minister Ning was terrified and desperately tried to push and slap the door, but he could not get through it no matter what he did.

It's a ghost!

Even more bizarrely, some people inside the prison tried to rush out to help, but when they reached the door, they were also blocked by that unseen thing.

No matter how hard they pushed and shoved, or hacked and chopped, they couldn't break free.

The inside and outside were completely isolated.

Mo Sangyu drew his golden longbow to its fullest extent, the arrow tip slightly adjusting its direction as Prime Minister Ning moved in terror.

"Prime Minister Ning."

A light, intrigued voice drifted from the rooftop: "Don't rush off. This game was specially designed for you. Do you like it?"

"Who exactly are you?"

Prime Minister Ning, his face filled with terror and anger, asked, "Why did you want to kill me?"

"So, you're afraid of death too?"

Mo Sangyu suddenly released his grip, and the golden arrow shot out with a whoosh.

Prime Minister Ning was completely shielded behind him. The arrow flew over his head, startling him so much that his legs went weak. If he hadn't been supported, he probably would have knelt down.

"Don't kill me! I'll give you anything you want!"