Starting from the imperial palace guards, his clones spread all over the world.

Chapter 436 The fox pretends to be the tiger's power
Wu Huan's face was full of excitement. He rubbed his hands and rubbed his fists, with greed and desire flashing in his eyes.

It seemed that what was about to come was not a fierce battle full of dangers, but a godsend opportunity that would allow him to rise to prominence and be promoted.

Liang Jin followed Wu Huan's gaze and looked into the carriage, where he saw an old woman with gray hair sitting.

The old woman was dressed simply, in coarse cloth without any gorgeous decorations, but she exuded a majestic aura, as if she was in a high position, dignified and inviolable.

Even though she was facing a life-and-death battle, she remained calm and composed, without a trace of panic. She did not run away like an ordinary person, but stood firmly behind the coachman, her eyes revealing determination and composure.

The coachman was like a towering mountain, protecting the old woman firmly behind him.

His body was tense, his muscles bulging, his eyes sharp as an eagle, and he was concentrating on resisting the fierce attacks of his three attackers.

"These three assassins... look familiar."

Liang Jin frowned slightly. When he looked at the faces of the three assassins carefully, some vague memories seemed to flash in his mind, and he couldn't help but think about it.

At this moment, a figure flashed beside Liang Jin. It was the anxious Wu Huan who couldn't wait to rush forward and prepare to join this dangerous battle.

Liang Jin was quick to grab him and said anxiously:

"You don't want your life?"

"What does this have to do with us? Let's get out of here and not get involved."

His eyes were sharp and he had already seen that the three attackers and the coachman were all fourth-grade warriors. A battle of this level would have enormous destructive power and a wide range of impact.

The two sides had just started fighting, and many innocent passers-by in the surrounding area had already been killed and injured. The streets were stained with blood, and cries of grief were heard one after another.

Wu Huan is just a peak eighth-grade warrior. In such a duel between masters, he is just like an ant. How can he be qualified to participate?
Wu Huan's face flushed, and he argued excitedly:
"Do you know who is in that carriage?"

"That's a First Rank Imperial Consort! She's the first wife of our Southern Forbidden Army's Commander, the First Guardian!"

"If we can save the lady from this assassination attempt, we two brothers will have great success in the Imperial Guards!"

"Even though there is a threat to one's life, it's worth taking the risk. Such an opportunity doesn't come around easily!"

Wu Huan's face was flushed and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He looked like a bull whose blood was rushing to its head and he seemed to have completely lost his mind.

Liang Jin was slightly startled, and a surge of surprise surged in his heart.

He didn't expect that someone would dare to openly assassinate the wife of the commander of the Southern Forbidden Army on this bustling street in the capital?
Just how bad has the court struggle in the capital become?
However, Liang Jin quickly calmed down, changed his mind, and seemed to understand something.

The emperor was fine, how could he suddenly drown?
He has so many imperial guards around him, all of them highly skilled in martial arts. Are they just there to do nothing?

Even if the emperor really drowned, how could he die two months later if he just caught a cold?

You know, this is a world of warriors. In this world, some terminal illnesses may be difficult to cure, but a minor illness like a cold can basically be cured by sending a martial arts master to the emperor to transfer his internal energy and circulate it for a few cycles.

It can be said that the emperor's drowning was strange in every way, and there seemed to be a huge conspiracy behind it.

The situation in the court may not have only begun to deteriorate after the emperor fell into the water. It may have become extremely bad long before that, with undercurrents surging among various forces and constant fighting.

Liang Jin was thinking, but suddenly he felt Wu Huan in his hand struggling violently.

Wu Huan shouted anxiously:

"Brother Liang, stop holding me, let go! If you don't want to achieve this feat, don't stop me, brother!"

As he spoke, he tried hard to break free from Liang Jin's hand, his eyes full of eagerness and desire.

Liang Jin turned his head to look at him, his eyes like lightning, and shouted in a deep voice:
"You want merit over life?"

Wu Huan sighed helplessly and explained:
"Brother, I can't compare to you. You are still young, and you have a high talent for martial arts. You have secretly cultivated to the sixth level. If you can hold on for a few more years, and wait for those superiors who have conflicts with you to be transferred, your day of success will come."

"But I'm different. My family has long fallen on hard times, and I'm old now. I can barely reach the eighth level of martial arts training. I basically have no future in this life."

"This officialdom is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you'll retreat. If I don't work hard, I won't even be able to keep my position as a flag chief. After a while, I might have to go back to being a small accountant."

"I can endure humiliation, but my wife can't, and neither can my two sons. I have to fight for my family's future, not just for myself."

"This opportunity can change the fate of me and my family. I will fight for it even if it means risking my life!"

Wu Huan's words were full of helplessness and bitterness, as well as a strong desire for promotion and wealth.

Liang Jin looked at him calmly.

To some extent, Liang Jin owes Wu Huan a favor.

Since Wu Huan was so eager to make a contribution, Liang Jin decided to help him.

Liang Jin immediately said:

"Wutou, please be patient, the opportunity will come soon."

Wu Huan was obviously confused by Liang Jin's words, and he was about to ask a question.

Sudden.

"Bang!!!"

There was a loud bang, as if the earth was shaking.

I saw that the situation on the battlefield had changed again.

The three assassins were shocked and took several steps back, staggering with a look of shock on their faces.

But the coachman still stood tall, like an unshakable mountain, firmly protecting the old woman behind him.

Who would have thought that as a fourth-grade warrior, this coachman could fight against three people at once and still hold on until now? His strength and perseverance are amazing.

But the three assassins were not afraid at all. Instead, they sneered and their eyes were full of disdain. One of the assassins said contemptuously:

"You're at the end of your strength, yet you still dare to act so pretentiously in front of us?"

As soon as the assassin finished speaking, blood flowed from the coachman's mouth and nose, and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.

Obviously, although he temporarily forced back the three assassins, he himself was seriously injured, with the blood and energy in his body surging and his meridians damaged.

"Let's fight together and end it quickly!"

The three assassins also knew that the situation would be disadvantageous to them if they delayed for too long, so they immediately launched another attack. Their figures flashed like ghosts, and the weapons in their hands flashed with cold light.

At this moment, Liang Jin pushed Wu Huan hard and shouted:

"Wu Tou! The opportunity has arrived!"

"superior!!!"

Wu Huan was still in a daze, but Liang Jin had already pushed him onto the street and into the battlefield.

Although he still hadn't figured out what Liang Jin meant, it was too late for him to retreat now.

Immediately, Wu Huan yelled at the top of his lungs:

"You three bastards! Who dares to touch the Commander's wife?"

"Come at me, if you have the guts!"

Wu Huan's shout caused the three assassins to turn their heads and look.

This made the three assassins look disdainful. They snorted contemptuously. When did a mere eighth-grade warrior have the qualifications to shout in front of them?

Immediately, the three assassins were ready to deal with Wu Huan easily. They had already raised their hands, and with a light palm strike, the strong palm wind would be enough to kill Wu Huan!

But suddenly!
Suddenly, an expression of disbelief appeared in the eyes of the three assassins.

They looked at Wu Huan as if they had seen a ghost, and couldn't help but slowly take two steps back with fear on their faces.

Wu Huan couldn't help but be stunned, his heart full of confusion. He didn't understand why these three assassins seemed... very afraid of him?
Could it be that his aura was too fierce and his righteousness was so strong that these three assassins felt guilty?

Although he was puzzled, Wu Huan was unwilling to miss this opportunity.

Wu Huan immediately raised his Qi to his Dantian, pointed at the three assassins and shouted in a deep voice:

"You three little thieves! You're unlucky to have run into Grandpa today!"

"Why don't you get out of here now?! If you don't, Grandpa Xiuguai will not be polite!"

Wu Huan was just trying to scare the three assassins.

He knows his own weight very well.

However, at this moment, fear flashed in the eyes of the three assassins, as if they were really frightened by Wu Huan's words.

They couldn't help but exchange exclamations:
"Damn it! Why are they here? Are they trying to stop us?"

"We are no match for them. We have seen firsthand how powerful they are!"

"We have no grudge against them, what do they want to do?"

"It seems that it will be difficult to complete the mission today. It is important to protect yourself. Retreat first!"

……

After the three of them made up their minds, they immediately turned around, used their lightness skills, and left quickly like a gust of wind.

They had no desire to fight at all, as if they were completely convinced that they had no chance of winning at all.

With the three of them's lightness skills, they quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

Wu Huan breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried to the old woman, bowing respectfully.

"I am Wu Huan, the commander-in-chief of the Southern Forbidden Army. I am sorry for being late and frightened the commander's wife! Please forgive me, Madam!"

His voice seemed calm, but he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and his hands trembled slightly.

Because Wu Huan knew that if he could show his face in front of the commander's wife this time, the opportunity would come in the future, and he might be able to rise to prominence and get out of his current predicament immediately.

However, after Wu Huan finished speaking, he did not hear any response from the commander's wife.

He couldn't help but look up, but saw that the commander's wife and the coachman were both looking up and looking in the direction behind Wu Huan.

Wu Huan was surprised and turned his head away.

After seeing this, he finally understood why the three assassins suddenly retreated.

It turned out that what the three assassins were worried about was not Wu Huan himself, but the group of people on the roof of the street behind him!

I saw several figures flying back and forth quickly on the eaves.

Those people were wearing long gowns, with vests and jackets on the outside, flowing scarves on their heads, and holding sharp swords in their hands.

Although their heads were wrapped in white cloth, their faces were filled with deep, pitch-black holes, exuding an indescribable strange aura, as if they were messengers from hell.

These figures moved swiftly, like ghosts. They quickly entered the roof and disappeared.

"So... I was unintentionally taking advantage of the power of others?"

(End of this chapter)