Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

Lin Li, who had followed Jun Yunxin for fifteen years, felt her body tremble, and she thought about killing the fire fox over and over again in her mind.

What kind of lowly wretch dares to spout such nonsense! He must be executed by slow slicing!

Lin Li only dazedly sat up when Jun Yunxin's cold little hand grabbed her shoulder.

"Your Highness."

"I'm angry, very angry."

The voice, as calm as still water, made Lin Li's heart sink. She obediently stood up and stood beside Jun Yunxin, looking at her with concern.

"Have Granny Flower Arranger take action and capture the two innate traitors alive; leave no one else alive."

"yes!"

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

In the span of a few dozen breaths, Xu Yong and Ling Mo had exchanged blows more than twenty times, their movements causing bluestone to shatter and air to swirl.

The blade flashed like a shadow, like a falling star, disappearing in an instant.

Ling Mo's blade truly lived up to his title of "Swift Shadow Blade," maximizing speed.

Afterimages intertwined in the air, making it impossible to discern where the true killing intent lurked.

Xu Yong's sword embodies the might and grandeur inherited from the military, focusing on power. Each strike is enough to cut through metal and contains a chilling killing intent.

The two swords clashed in mid-air. One carried an imposing momentum, overwhelming the opponent, while the other moved with lightning speed, attacking from unexpected angles.

The talkative Fire Fox lived up to her reputation; her red dress fluttered, and with a wave of her hand, streaks of flame formed rings in the air, accompanied by whistling sword energy, slashing towards the carriage.

The surrounding temperature rose sharply, and scorching waves of heat swept towards the carriage.

The rapidly rising temperature made the horses restless, causing them to neigh intermittently.

At the front of the carriage, the driver frowned slightly, glancing disapprovingly in the direction of Fire Fox. With a flick of his wrist, a paintbrush made of jade appeared in his hand.

Lines are drawn in the void, with heaven and earth as the scroll and true essence as the ink.

With a light touch of the brush, an ice wall, entirely ice-blue, rose from the ground, three zhang high and six zhang long, lying across the street like a small mountain blocking the way for the carriage.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and in this weather that was close to the height of summer, tiny ice crystals even appeared in the air.

The crimson sword energy, powerful enough to tear everything apart, was like a weak child in front of the ice wall, unable to even make it sway.

"The fourth greatest painter in the world—Wu Mengdao, the Sage of Painting! How could this be! How could you possibly be here!"

The once confident and arrogant Fire Fox widened its eyes, its pupils filled with unconcealed terror.

Wu Mengdao, who casually blocked the sword energy, didn't even glance at her. He lightly tapped his brush again, outlining a Taoist calming talisman.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered from all directions, turning the talismans in the void into reality.

Once the talisman had completely solidified, Wu Mengdao casually pinched it and slapped it onto the restless horse.

The horses, which had been neighing just moments before, visibly quieted down, their large heads nuzzling Wu Mengdao's palm with a contented thud.

After doing all this, Wu Mengdao nodded with satisfaction, his gaze passing over the fire fox and looking in the direction of the city gate.

Firefox instinctively followed Wu Mengdao's gaze.

At the edge of the horizon, two illusory figures faced each other, their blue and white halos staining the sky.

In the blink of an eye, Fire Fox looked around, a thoughtful expression appearing in her eyes.

Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me, better to die for your underling than for your boss!

With the circulation of true energy, a shout rang out from the fire fox's mouth, loud enough for everyone on the street to hear.

"Everyone, listen up! Take your medication!"

The sound, amplified by the power of true qi, reached everyone's ears.

Without any hesitation, the more than twenty assassins of the Blood Robe Cult stopped in their tracks the moment they heard the order and took out a blood-red pill from their pockets.

The blood-red pill was swallowed into the mouth, within the perception of the Blood-Clad Cultists.

The moment they took the drug, their ears rang, and everything in their vision shrank, gradually losing its original color.

After a few breaths, they slowly recovered, swallowed by patches of crimson blood. Power surged from their limbs and bones, and in the midst of the chaos, only the last sound remained in their minds.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"The princess is in the carriage! Kill the princess!"

After giving the final order, Firefox quietly retreated, his will to survive growing stronger as he searched for any possible chance of survival.

"Escape! We must escape! The intelligence is wrong! This is a trap set for our Blood Robe Cult!"

"Guardian! The Guardian is currently locked in a standoff with General Bai Lingshan of the Tiger Legion. If these mad cultists can hold her off for even a short while, she can survive once she finds the Guardian!"

Cursing the intelligence department's ancestors for eighteen generations in her heart, Fire Fox, who had retreated to a corner, suddenly turned around and realized that Ling Mo, who had just been fighting Xu Yong, was running even faster than her and had already run nearly three hundred meters away!

Damn it! Damn it!

For a moment, Fire Fox stared intently at Ling Mo's back, mentally unleashing a barrage of attacks on Ling Mo, using the family tree as the radius and his parents as the center.

"Why don't you just die! You've gone completely insane! It would be better if you died! At least it would buy her some more time!"

"boom!"

With a loud bang, a residential building collapsed.

The Fiery Fox, who was cursing merrily, suddenly narrowed its eyes and crushed three bluestone bricks in the process of braking abruptly.

As if by magic, the direction where Ling Mo was located was covered by smoke and dust, and a carved cane wrapped in seven-colored light pierced through Ling Mo's waist and abdomen, stuck in the ruins.

A hazy, shimmering light swirled in the void, a hundred flowers bloomed in unison, and boundless killing intent lurked beneath the romance.

An elderly woman wearing a flower wreath and a flower hairpin was standing behind Ling Mo, smiling at her.

"The Flower Arrangement Martial Saint!"

He killed people and left flowers on their bodies, adorning the corpses with fresh flowers; he was a top-tier assassin used by the imperial court.

He loved flowers and once single-handedly destroyed a first-rate sect with just a crutch, then planted a sea of ​​flowers on the ruins of that sect.

Recalling the memories of the Flower Arrangement Martial Saint in his mind, Fire Fox instinctively swallowed.

She vaguely remembered that when she was chatting with someone before, she said that the Flower Arrangement Martial Saint was a heroine among women who deeply understood the true meaning of romance.

If she could see it, she would be extremely moved.

At that moment, Firefox suddenly realized that she wasn't "moved" at all!

On the rooftop of the restaurant, Mu An, who had been posing for a while, saw an old woman with a cane and a child with congenital innate traits who were clearly one of their own. His eyes lit up and he jumped off the rooftop.

This is it! It was worth the wait.

"Kill the traitors, rescue the princess! Charge with me!"

Mu An, who jumped off the restaurant, took the lead and leaped rapidly across the rooftop.

In less than twenty breaths, he had covered a distance of five hundred meters and charged toward the traitor whose eyes were glowing red.

Mu An has no other strengths; his greatest skill is fighting these small monsters!

Those innate grandmasters are not only incredibly difficult to kill, but also prone to causing heavy casualties if one is not careful.

Every soldier under Mu An's command is his brother; they would rather die for him than for this princess.

"Clang!"

The longsword was drawn, and a cyan sword light shot into the sky, carrying a surging aura as it slashed towards the blood-robed cultist whose body was emanating black energy.