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Upon hearing this reply, Lu Weiliang was about to get angry, but then she realized that it would be inappropriate to act out at this moment, so she calmed down.

Regardless of who is killed, as long as someone is protecting them, it's already a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

Xizelu whispered, "Hurry up!"

Lu Weiliang obediently listened and reached out to grab her tightly.

Xizelu's body suddenly stiffened.

She then realized that she had been so nervous that her hands were pressed tightly against his chest, one in each hand, fitting perfectly, like a radish with a hole in it.

She blinked her large, bright eyes awkwardly and shifted her position to the side.

I really didn't mean to take advantage of you.

Xizelu said in a deep voice, "Hold on to me. There are too many of them. Don't leave my side, otherwise, they will have an opportunity to take advantage of you."

"Okay, okay." Lu Weiliang obediently did as she was told, wrapping her arms around the waist, or more accurately, the chest muscles, of her life-saving body.

Cezarlus, supporting her with one hand, exuded a chilling aura as he glanced at the assassin leader: "Come on!"

The assassin pulled out a laser gun: "You know our rules, a sword must not be sheathed; once it leaves its sheath, blood will be drawn. You must die today, and I will take her with me."

Of course, Xizelu understood that talking nonsense was pointless. He glanced at the girl in his arms out of the corner of his eye and rushed out in one stride.

The assassin group only has one SSS-level assassin; the other dozen or so SS-level assassins are not a threat at all.

He swept his flaming holy sword across the leader, the blade leaving a trail of fire. Sparks fell onto the assassin's all-black mask and miraculously extinguished.

Two figures, one in red and one in white, darted and weaved through the carriage, filling the not-so-spacious public bus to the brim.

The two moved so fast that they were just afterimages, leaving the SS-level sentinels on the perimeter anxious and only occasionally managing to find an opening to stab them.

The Fiery Holy Sword of Xizelu slashed up and down, and the leader was clearly unable to withstand it. He was a fraction of a second too slow to turn to the side, and his black robe was sliced ​​in two.

Lu Weiliang nestled in Xizelu's arms, her black hair flying with his movements.

She clung tightly to his broad chest, burying her face in it, her eyes closed, not daring to look at him.

The assassin glanced around and saw that his companions were all being suppressed and he himself was at a disadvantage. He immediately drew another pistol, aimed it at Xizelu, and pulled the trigger, bullets pouring out in a frenzy.

In an instant, fabric from the seat backs, glass from the portholes, and metal shavings flew everywhere, and dust instantly swept across the entire carriage.

Without turning around, Xize Lu blocked the Holy Sword in front of him with his backhand. The flaming blade clashed and deflected several bullets. Amidst the sparks flying, he spun around, stepped on the metal armrest of the empty seat next to him, and used the momentum to leap into the air. The Holy Sword slashed down from above, aiming straight for the assassin's face.

The assassin raised his arm to block, but was burned by the flames and let out a muffled groan; a small patch of the edge of his black mask was already charred.

He gritted his teeth and stepped back, his other hand still pulling the trigger repeatedly, the laser beam piercing through the roof of the car with a "whoosh whoosh whoosh".

As Xize landed, he turned his sword and slashed at the opponent's gun barrel, breaking the laser gun in two.

"Is that all you've got?"

The assassin's pride suffered a huge blow. As expected of the first SSSS-level prospect of the Dawn Empire, he was not someone a sentinel who had been forcibly promoted to SSS-level could withstand.

The assassin narrowed his eyes, looking at Xize Lu with a sinister gaze. "You're a tough nut to crack. How could the organization have sent only me?"

He tapped the headset three times, the yellow light flashed, and said, "Support... can't handle it."

On the starship above the bus, four top SSS-level assassins were playing mahjong when they heard their subordinate's breathless pleas for help, and their eyes turned cold.

In their attempt to kill Xize Lu, they deployed a total of eight SSS-level Sentinels and over eighty SS-level Sentinels. If they still couldn't kill Xize Lu, they would surely die upon their return.

The four exchanged brief glances, dressed in black, and without even hooking onto the steel railing for protection, jumped straight down.

With a loud crash, the already precarious roof of the car was smashed open, creating several more bulges.

Of the four, two jumped into the carriage, while the other two squatted by the square opening in the roof, looking down at Xize Road.

Xizelu's eyes narrowed; these four were genuine SSS-level individuals.

The two assassins took the opportunity to create some distance and gestured to the remaining sentries.

Several people immediately surrounded Xize Road from different directions, blocking every corner where he could move.

Clearly, fighting alone won't work; they need to gang up on each other.

Xizelu's gaze darkened, and he plunged the Holy Sword heavily into the ground. Flames exploded, and the heat wave sent the nearest sentry flying. His back slammed into the car window, and the glass shattered instantly.

Lu Weiliang trembled even more violently in his arms, but he couldn't free his hands to comfort her.

The remaining sentries rushed forward.

Xizelu pulled her close with one arm, drew his holy sword and held it horizontally in front of him. The flames surged into a semi-circular wall of fire, forcing the three SS-level sentinels who were rushing towards him back half a step.

The three landed unsteadily, their shoes sizzling on the scorching hot car floor, and the air instantly filled with the smell of burning.

"Get out of here!"

He gave a low shout, and rolled on the spot with the person in his arms to avoid the short blade that pierced down from the gap in the roof of the car.

Seeing that his attack had missed, the assassin crouching by the breach jumped down as well, blocking his retreat with two short blades, one above and one below.

The situation inside the carriage instantly became thirteen against one.

Xizelu leaned against the car window, the firelight illuminating half of his face.

He looked down at Lu Weiliang in his arms. Her eyes were still closed, and her fingers were gripping his uniform so tightly they had turned white.

If it were just him alone, he and Quetzalcoatl would definitely be able to break through the encirclement, but protecting one person would be very difficult.

Sensing its master's intention, the feathered serpent god behind him shrunk to the size of a bowl.

Quetzalcoatl's situation is different from that of Caesar. He had his bone marrow extracted, which prevented him from improving his strength, but Quetzalcoatl was a genuine SSSS-level warrior, a fact unknown to anyone in the entire empire.

He can exploit this information gap to achieve victory by surprise.

On his way to provide support, Yan Zhigao brought hundreds of sentries. As long as he could delay the inevitable and settle Lu Weiliang in a safe place, he could go all out.

The assassins tightened their encirclement, weapons raised, and charged forward.

Xize Lu parried with his sword, but just as he caught the first wave of attacks, the next wave arrived. He was caught off guard and forced to retreat repeatedly by the dense barrage of spears, staggering and looking rather disheveled.

The four men who came down after him clearly didn't want to give him a chance to catch his breath. They pounced on him, crossed their daggers in front of their chests, and leaped into the air to stab Xize Lu through.

At this critical moment, several icicles as thick as footballs suddenly pierced through the roof of the car, blocking Xizelu's path like a barrier and averting the fatal blow.

The chill from the icicle spread rapidly, climbing up the dagger in the blink of an eye, encasing the blade in solid ice. Just as it was about to reach the assassin's wrist, the assassin made a decisive move, immediately releasing the dagger and jumping into the group of assassins.

Sha Ling leaped in through the shattered car window and immediately locked onto the weak figure.

He walked up to Xizelu.

He gently patted Lu Weiliang's shoulder.

Lu Weiliang looked up and saw a familiar figure; tears welled up in her eyes as if a dam had been broken.