The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

His plan!

His dream of becoming emperor!

Even his life!

Kill kill kill kill kill!

The gleaming blade suddenly turned a blinding blood red as the Prince of Pingnan swung it. This was a strike made with all his might, a strike as fast as a flash of lightning, a strike filled with all his hatred to avenge himself!

The roof beams snapped instantly, and the entire side hall began to collapse.

Under the crimson light of the blade, many people couldn't even open their eyes.

"This is...this is the Blood Blade Slash of the Western Regions Heavenly Sect!"

Sikong Tingxue recognized the Prince of Pingnan's move at a glance, and her face turned extremely ugly.

The Western Heavenly Sect is a more mysterious and larger demonic organization than the Yin Extreme Sect.

Its sect leader is also known as the Heavenly Venerable. Although no one has ever actually seen him make a move, everyone agrees that he possesses the strength of a Grandmaster.

The Western Regions Heavenly Sect and the Yin Extreme Sect have always been at odds, but the Prince of Pingnan has mastered the martial arts of the Western Regions Heavenly Sect...

Sikong Tingxue no longer had time to think about the relationships involved.

Because she saw An Qingwan draw her sword.

An Qingwan's sword strikes were much slower than those of the Prince of Pingnan.

But An Qingwan's sword was faster than the Prince of Pingnan's knife, much faster.

She was so fast that she turned into a cloud of mist, a cloud of mist that could not be captured.

Her sword was so fast that it turned into a shooting star, a fleeting and uncertain shooting star.

The clash between a merciless sword and a hateful slash is only a matter of a moment.

But in that instant, the Prince of Pingnan understood why the fake Huanxi Daoist had died at An Qingwan's hands.

This was no ordinary sword strike.

A sword flashed across the sky, flying over Dongting Lake.

This is Thor's wrath, this is the strike of lightning!

If even such a fast sword is so terrifying, just how terrifying must the celestial being from beyond the heavens that shocked the entire Dongting Lake be?

The Prince of Pingnan was unwilling to accept this.

A surge of internal energy welled up from his palms. He only wanted to be faster, faster, faster than his limits.

but.

All of this was in vain.

"you are too slow."

An Qingwan's extremely indifferent voice rang out behind him.

At this point, his knife had only cut halfway down.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

The Prince of Pingnan watched as blood dripped from his body and pooled on the ground.

Was that all the power he used in his ultimate strike, which pushed him beyond his limits?

Even as he breathed his last, the Prince of Pingnan could not close his eyes; he had never lost like this before.

"The prince is dead!"

A piercing scream shattered the heavens.

Wei Tong stood up; he had gone mad.

"Father!"

Further away, another scream swept through the tower.

The Crown Prince of Pingnan's eyes were bloodshot, filled with intense resentment.

"Kill her!"

The entire Pingnan Prince's Mansion was awakened in the drowsy afternoon.

One after another, elite armored soldiers carrying guns and knives emerged from the corridors.

These are the personal guards of the Prince of Pingnan's residence.

According to the laws of the Great Liang Dynasty, a prince's mansion can only have a maximum of 333 personal guards, but this time the Prince of Pingnan's mansion sent out more than a thousand people.

Besides these personal guards, there are many other hidden figures in the martial arts world.

The Prince of Pingnan's residence is in complete chaos.

Someone is attacking An Qingwan.

Some people fled outside the Prince's Palace.

Many others, hiding in the shadows, took the opportunity to slip into the palace.

The majestic and solemn Prince Pingnan's mansion, at this moment, has become a huge vortex, a boiling pot, stirring up the entire Jingxiang region.

This was something An Qingwan had anticipated long ago.

There was not a trace of fear on her face.

A thousand people?

So what if there are a thousand people!

Today she will fight her way out of here and see what secrets the Pingnan Prince's Mansion holds that have attracted the Joyful Taoist, the Yinji Sect, and the Western Region Heavenly Sect to gather here!

PS: I'm in good shape today, and I've already written a total of 7500 words by now.

I've been staying up late, and I woke up around 6 a.m. this morning. I'm so tired, so I can finally go to bed early today.

Thank you to the Supreme Idle One's Salty Fish Thrust, the Supreme Wisdom Representative No. 9, Sanzhen Seafood, Flower Flower Alien, and Ni Ganma's Blade!

Fifty-six, one against a thousand, was like a demon lord descended from the heavens. [3k]

The upheaval at the Prince of Pingnan's residence came too suddenly.

No one could have imagined that the Prince of Pingnan would be killed at this time.

Everyone was caught off guard.

Many people lurking in the shadows were unaware of what had happened when the prince's guards swarmed in.

But they could wait no longer.

Driven by their own objectives, they had no choice but to rush into the palace immediately, fearing that if they were even a step too slow, they would lose everything.

The arrival of these people made the already chaotic Pingnan Prince's Mansion even more chaotic.

The sounds of gongs and drums, shouts of battle, crowing of roosters and barking of dogs—all sorts of sounds were mixed together.

The dust kicked up by collapsing houses, the billowing smoke from clashing swords, and all sorts of dust mingled together.

At this moment, the Pingnan Prince's Mansion, no matter how you look at it, resembles a large pot of boiling water.

There was only one quiet place.

Only the side room that caused all this chaos was quiet.

In the collapsed ruins, An Qingwan held her sword.

She didn't move.

She seemed to have fallen asleep in the gentle breeze.

But nobody really thinks so.

A sword lies still in its sheath, but once drawn, it becomes a terrifying killing weapon.

An Qingwan is not so much holding a sword as she is a sword herself, an incomparably dazzling sword.

So dazzling was she that everyone who looked at her, except for the already insane Wei Tong, was mesmerized at that moment.

The assassins from Tingfeng Pavilion were stunned.

The retainers of the Prince's mansion were mesmerized.

Sikong Tingxue was captivated.

Even the royal guards who had charged ahead and reached the vicinity were stunned.

If the body of Prince Pingnan hadn't been right behind An Qingwan, who would have thought that she was the one who killed him?

She was a lotus emerging from the water, a fairy descended to earth; she should have been lingering in poetic and picturesque scenes, not standing amidst the clash of swords.

But she was already here after all.

"What are you all standing there for? Kill her right now and avenge the prince!"

Urged on by the commander of the personal guards, the guards finally came to their senses and rushed towards An Qingwan with shouts.

Long spears, bows and arrows, grappling hooks—all sorts of weapons were thrown at An Qingwan.

These guards also brought a large number of gongs and drums, which they set up in all directions and continuously beat.

Even someone with normal eyesight would inevitably slip up in such a harsh environment.

What's more, what about a blind person?

These guards of the Prince of Pingnan's mansion were not ordinary soldiers.

They were soldiers who had practiced martial arts.

They are soldiers who understand both large-scale battle formations and small-scale coordinated combat techniques such as sword formations and spear formations.

They are an elite force that the Prince of Pingnan has built up over many years.

The commander of this elite force had no doubt that An Qingwan was already dead the moment she was surrounded.

But is that really the case?

No one who witnessed how An Qingwan killed the Prince of Pingnan believed it.

Underhanded tactics can be used against people who are not much stronger than oneself, but they can never make an ant shake a tree.

These royal guards were no ants.

But An Qingwan is not a big tree either.

"No one should underestimate her, even if she is blind."

Standing atop the wall, Sikong Tingxue gave An Qingwan one last look with an extremely complicated expression.

As she turned to flee, a dazzling sword light shot up diagonally from the ground.

Like wind, like rain, and like fog.

This sword strike is not a quick strike aimed solely at killing.

This sword strike was not a magnificent celestial attack.

All anyone could see was An Qingwan stretching her graceful figure, as if she were dancing, performing a dance that combined both beauty and strength.

Under that captivating dance.

All the light around it paled in comparison.

The flying ropes and arrows that were shot at it all fell down.

They are no longer grappling hooks, no longer arrows; they chase after An Qingwan's sword, they follow An Qingwan's footsteps, they flutter around An Qingwan, they have transformed into fluttering butterflies.

This sword strike should have been a beautiful, unforgettable one.

However, no one appreciates the beauty of this sword strike anymore.

A chilling coldness washed over everyone who witnessed the sword strike.