After failing the imperial examination, he began to wield immense power after entering the palace!

When Princess Jincheng saw him, a hint of relief finally flashed in her eyes.

Long San.

Her bodyguards were peak fourth-grade martial artists, half-step into the third grade.

Of the hundreds of people in the entire princess's residence, he was the one with the highest martial arts skills.

When the late emperor passed away, some people tried to take advantage of the chaos to attack the princess's residence. It was Long San who stood in front of the door, killed seven assassins, and saved her and her husband's lives.

From then on, Long San became her most trusted bodyguard.

With him around, no one can harm a single hair on the princess's head.

"Long San, keep an eye on him for me."

"Anyone who dares to take another step forward will be beheaded by me."

"If anything goes wrong, I will take responsibility."

Upon hearing this, Long San did not ask any further questions.

He held his black iron broadsword horizontally in front of him, facing the Eastern Depot agents, his voice sounding as if it came from an ice cellar:

"Anyone who takes a step forward will die."

The sound wasn't loud, but it felt like a mountain pressing down.

The aura of a fourth-rank martial artist was so tangible that it enveloped the entire front yard.

The Eastern Depot agents froze, none of them daring to move.

It's not that I don't want to move, it's that I'm afraid to move.

A fourth-rank martial artist would be utterly crushed by a seventh or eighth-rank martial artist.

Going up there would be suicide.

Princess Jincheng sneered upon seeing this.

She bent down and helped Sun Jizong, who was slumped on the ground, up, supporting his waist with one hand.

"My lord, don't be afraid. With me here, no one will dare to harm you."

Sun Jizong leaned against her chest, nodding repeatedly, his face full of relief at surviving the ordeal.

"Your Highness...Your Highness...I knew you wouldn't abandon me..."

Princess Jincheng glanced coldly at Li Fan, a mocking smile curving her lips.

"Gao Jin, is this all you've got?"

"They brought a bunch of useless trash to my residence to cause trouble, and they couldn't even handle one of my guards."

"You think you can capture my husband?"

"joke."

She helped Sun Jizong up and turned to walk towards the inner courtyard.

The foreigners looked at each other, their faces ashen.

They wanted to catch up, but Long San stood there like an iron tower, blocking all their way.

A fourth-rank martial artist, whoever attacks him will die.

What should I do?

Admiral, what should we do?

"Miss Zhang."

A calm voice came from behind the crowd.

Not big, not in a hurry, not angry, not afraid.

But it's like a knife, cutting through all the noise with a single stroke.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

Li Fan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

He turned his head to look at Zhang Miaozhen standing beside him.

"Please make your move."

"If that person dares to obstruct us again..."

He paused, a slight smile curving his lips.

"Kill them."

Two words, light as a feather, yet like two giant stones, crashed into everyone's heart.

The entire room fell silent.

The barbarians stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.

kill?

Kill a fourth-rank martial artist?

Admiral, are you serious?

Long San was also taken aback.

He turned his head and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

A woman dressed in a dark blue outfit walked out from the crowd.

She was extremely tall, and her long legs appeared slender and powerful under her fitted outfit.

With sword-like eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, and slightly pursed thin lips, he exudes a dashing and capable air.

She carried a long sword in her hand, the bronze ornaments on the scabbard gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Zhang Miaozhen walked up to Long San, less than five feet away.

Then, she spoke.

"Get out of the way."

Long San looked at her, his brows furrowing slightly.

He could sense that the woman in front of him possessed an aura no weaker than his own.

Peak of the fourth rank.

Just like him.

"Who are you?"

"Zhang Miaozhen, the Admiral's bodyguard."

Zhang Miaozhen's voice was completely flat, as if she were introducing herself.

Long San's brows furrowed even more. A fourth-rank peak admiral's bodyguard?

When did a eunuch become such a skilled person?

This woman is not easy to deal with.

But he cannot back down.

He, Long San, was saved by the princess, and he would never disobey her orders.

"Girl, I don't want to fight you."

"But the princess has ordered that anyone who steps forward will be killed without exception."

"If you know what's good for you, take your people and leave."

"Otherwise, swords have no eyes and might hurt you."

Zhang Miaozhen looked at him, a slight smile curving her lips.

"You're right, swords have no eyes."

She slowly raised the long sword in her hand and drew it from its sheath with a "whoosh".

"so……"

Her phoenix eyes suddenly turned cold, and her aura soared to its peak in an instant.

"You be careful too."

She moved as soon as she finished speaking.

With one step, he shot towards Long San like an arrow released from a bow.

The longsword spun like a wheel in her hand, its tip aimed straight for Long San's throat.

"So fast!"

Long San's pupils contracted, and he instinctively raised his knife to block.

"clang!"

Swords clashed, sparks flew.

A surge of powerful internal energy exploded from the point of impact, causing the surrounding guards to stagger backward.

Long San's arm trembled, and his tiger's mouth felt slightly numb.

What incredible strength!

This woman's internal energy was even purer than he had imagined!

Zhang Miaozhen gave him no time to catch his breath.

She pressed forward, her sword strikes flowing like mercury, each strike faster than the last.

Thrust, flick, chop, sweep, sweep...

Every sword strike is swift and fierce, each move aimed directly at vital points, giving the opponent no chance to breathe.

Long San parried with his sword, the black iron broadsword dancing flawlessly in his hands.

"Clang clang clang!"

The sounds of swords clashing mingled together, sparks flying everywhere, scorching the surrounding air.

The Eastern Depot agents were all dumbfounded.

Is this a clash between fourth-rank martial artists?

Amidst the flashing blades and surging internal energy, even a mere gust of wind could leave one with torn flesh.

They huddled in a corner, not daring to breathe.

Although Chen Tie had also practiced martial arts, compared to the two people in front of him, he was like an ant compared to an elephant.

"Miss Zhang, you must win..."

soon.

The two fought to a standstill, with neither able to gain the upper hand.

Long San grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

He thought he was at the peak of the fourth rank, and that in this capital city, apart from those grandmasters and third-rank experts, no one could exchange thirty blows with him.

But this woman in front of him had actually fought him for so long without losing ground at all.

No.

We can't let this drag on any longer.

Long San gritted his teeth, his inner energy suddenly erupted, and he slashed at Zhang Miaozhen's shoulder with his sword.

This strike was delivered with all its might, the wind whistling through the blade, carrying an overwhelming and destructive force.

Zhang Miaozhen narrowed her eyes slightly, and did not take the hit head-on.

She spun around like a slippery fish, darting past the blade.

Then, her sword changed.

The sword tip emerged from below, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, and suddenly bit into Long San's wrist.

"not good!"

He instinctively pulled his hand away, but it was too late.

"puff!"

The sword tip grazed his wrist, cutting a half-inch-long gash, and blood splattered.

"what!"

Long San grunted, nearly dropping his black iron broadsword.

Zhang Miaozhen did not stop.

She took a step forward, her long legs leaving a trail of afterimages, and the sword light swept towards Long San's face like a bolt of lightning.

"clang!"

This time, Long San's arm wasn't as steady as before.

The injury to his tiger's mouth reduced his strength by 30%.

Zhang Miaozhen seized this opening and suddenly accelerated her sword strike.