Empress, please lay down your armor, for I will save the world with a single sword!

Whoosh-!

A sharp whistling sound suddenly rang out!

Wu Liang was closing his eyes and waiting to die when a round, black bead, carrying a violent burst of energy, shot towards him!

"clang!!"

It struck precisely, directly onto the soft whip of the yellow-skinned secret agent.

The force was astonishing!

Huang Zi, the secret agent, felt a jolt in his wrist, and a domineering force surged up the whip, instantly making his entire arm numb and almost causing him to lose his grip.

The whip tip was forcefully knocked to one side, then struck the ground, kicking up a huge cloud of dirt.

This is not over yet!

After the bead struck the whip, its momentum didn't diminish. It spun around and shot straight toward the woman in yellow's face!

The yellow-skinned spy's face changed instantly. He no longer cared about killing anyone and quickly retreated!

The bead grazed her cheek as it flew past.

Almost at the same time.

A bright, white sword light, like lightning, ripped through the sky without warning.

The sword light was so fast that its trajectory was completely invisible.

A flash of cold light was felt, and the commander of the black-clad guards who was rushing towards Wu Liang and Jiang Qingluan, trying to finish them off, suddenly froze.

His face still held a ferocious murderous intent, but a thin red line had silently appeared on his neck.

Then,

With a soft "poof" sound.

A magnificent head, soaring into the sky!

A jet of blood spurted high into the air, the headless corpse swayed, and then crashed to the ground.

All of this happened so fast, in the blink of an eye.

Wu Liang lay on the ground, forgetting the pain, and stared blankly up at the sky.

Two figures appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, landing not far in front of him and Jiang Qingluan.

The one on the left, dressed in spotless white, appeared to be around forty years old, with a lean face, three long wisps of beard, and a long sword still dripping blood in his hand.

He looked refined and scholarly, like a schoolteacher, but those eyes…

Calm and still, yet when you look over there, it sends chills down your spine.

The contrast on the right is much greater.

He was a monk, fat with big ears, and a shiny face. Around his neck hung a heavy string of dark prayer beads that were neither gold nor wood.

He was wearing a faded old monk's robe, grinning as he looked at the still-shaken Yellow-letter spies across from him with a somewhat lewd expression.

The yellow-robed spy steadied himself, his face turning ashen as if he'd swallowed a fly, staring at the two who had suddenly appeared. "White-robed Asura, Chen Qingdi. The Killing Monk!"

Wu Liang's heart skipped a beat.

Chen Qingdi!

The monk who killed!

He had heard people in Guyu City mention those two names quite often.

Among the thirteen protectors of the King of Beiyong, the Grand Protector Chen Qingdi was the deputy commander of the Beiyong army. He was extremely ruthless in his military tactics, never taking prisoners and judging military merits solely by the number of enemies killed. He was nicknamed "White-Clad Asura".

The Third Protector, the Killing Monk, sounds like a monk, but he's an expert in drinking, eating meat, and womanizing. He's short-tempered, petty, vindictive, and ruthless.

These two actually arrived!

The huge weight in Wu Liang's heart finally lifted with a thud.

Damn it, my dog's life... is spared for now!

He endured the burning pain in his back, scrambled to his feet, and staggered to Jiang Qingluan's side.

Her eyes were closed, and her breath was faint.

Wu Liang grabbed her wrist and took her pulse. His brows furrowed, and he quickly took out the nearly empty porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out the last pill of the "Hanging Impermanence Pill," and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Cough cough..."

Jiang Qingluan swallowed the pill, slowly opened her eyes, glanced at Wu Liang, and said nothing.

At this moment, Chen Qingdi spoke.

His voice was low and somewhat flat: "What audacity."

His gaze swept over the yellow-lettered spies, then glanced at the still-raging battle in the distance. "How dare they come to the gates of my Beiyong City and cause trouble."

The monk who killed people chuckled twice, rubbing his thick palms together, his eyes scanning the yellow-skinned secret agent's body, especially his protruding parts, where his gaze became even more unrestrained.

"Stop talking nonsense! Boss Chen, leave this woman to me! As for the rest, kill them all!"

He licked his lips, a lewd smile on his face. "I think this woman is quite attractive, especially that big ass... Heh, I like it!"

The yellow-skinned secret agent felt a chill run down his spine under his gaze, feeling both ashamed and angry, yet he dared not make a move.

Both Chen Qingdi and the monk who kills are highly skilled and not easy to deal with.

Chen Qingdi remained silent and lightly tapped the ground with his toes.

He rose into the air like a weightless white cloud, his clothes fluttering, exuding an indescribable elegance.

But its speed was terrifying. In just a few leaps, it had covered dozens of feet and directly entered the battle between Pei Hongye and the Qinglong, Dizi, and Xuanzi secret agents.

The sword flashes once more!

Like rolling snow waves, it instantly blocked all the attacks of Qinglong and the other two, relieving Pei Hongye from her predicament.

Pei Hongye felt relieved, sheathed her spear, took a half step back, breathed slightly, looked at Chen Qingdi, and nodded.

At that very moment—

"Ugh—!!!"

A deep, desolate bugle call suddenly came from the direction of Beiyong City, rolling like muffled thunder, resounding across the fields!

Then,

The earth began to tremble, and the rumbling sound grew louder and louder as it approached, as if a vast army was galloping towards them.

At the horizon, dust rose high, like a rolling, earthen-yellow dragon.

The expressions of Qinglong, Dizi, and Xuanzi changed drastically at the same time!

Qinglong forced back Chen Qingdi's sword light with a single strike, then retreated, his gaze fixed on the distant, sky-covering dust cloud, filled with shock and rage: "The bugle call of the Northern Yong army! The Xuanjia Iron Cavalry has been mobilized!"

He quickly scanned the battlefield, his face growing even more gloomy.

"Chen Qingdi and Pei Hongye are both at the second rank. Although the three of us are also at the second rank, we may not be able to defeat them in a short time. That mad monk is rumored to be a half-step Grandmaster, and the Yellow-Rank Secret Agent is no match for him... If we can't resolve the battle quickly, and the Northern Yong Xuanjia Iron Cavalry arrives... then none of us will be able to escape!"

"Cowardly before the battle even begins! Azure Dragon, with your cowardice, do you even deserve to be called the number one expert of the Black-Clad Guard?!" The Xuan-character secret agent, known for his fiery temper, retorted angrily.

Qinglong abruptly turned his head, his eyes as cold as knives: "I just don't want my brothers to perish here needlessly! In just half a month, my Black-Clad Guards have already lost most of their elite troops in the North! The situation is hopeless now, why bother with unnecessary actions?"

He looked at the silent Earth-level agent. "What do you have to say?"

The Earth-ranking spy looked up at the approaching, dusty dragon that seemed to devour everything, then glanced back at the Yellow-ranking spy, who was being tossed around like a cat playing with a mouse by the fat monk. His facial muscles twitched a few times, and finally a look of extreme resentment flashed across his face.

"Mountains don't move, but rivers do... For today, let's make a note of this! Let's go!"

Without hesitation, the Azure Dragon leaped into the air and fled backward.

The Earth and Mystery spies followed closely behind, and within a few breaths, the three of them had disappeared.

Chen Qingdi and Pei Hongye did not pursue them, but simply stood with their swords drawn, coldly watching them escape.

Their mission was to bring Jiang Qingluan back, not to annihilate the enemy.

On the other side, the monk who kills is having a great time. He slaps the arm of the secret agent named Huang, who hastily blocks, causing her blood and qi to surge. He then strikes her again, landing a solid blow on her pert buttocks.

"Snap!" The sound was crisp.

"what!"

The yellow-skinned spy was filled with shame and indignation. With a scream, he used the force to lunge backward and fled in the opposite direction from Qinglong and the others, disappearing into the wilderness bushes in the blink of an eye.

The monk who kills lives watched her retreating figure, chuckled strangely twice, and didn't chase after her. He clapped his fat hands and swayed back.

Chen Qingdi sheathed his sword, walked slowly to Jiang Qingluan who was being supported by Wu Liang, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and bowed slightly.

"Your Excellency has been frightened. The Crown Prince is already waiting at his residence. Please come with us back to the city."

Jiang Qingluan leaned on Wu Liang for support, barely managing to stand up straight.

Her face was still pale, but her eyes had regained their coolness and composure.

She looked at Chen Qingdi and nodded slightly.

Then, she turned her head and her gaze lingered for a moment on Wu Liang's disheveled face, which was covered in blood, sweat, and dirt.

"Walk."

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