Ten years of dormancy: Starting as a martial arts master at the pinnacle

Murong Yao's eyes revealed murderous intent and determination.

She knew very well that, given the current situation, she was afraid she would have no way to protect the thirteenth prince.

The amount of money the other party invested far exceeded her previous expectations.

The opposing side has more than one master at the late stage of the Innate Realm.

The remaining group were no ordinary people either.

Before they arrived, everyone else, including the boatman and his helpers, had been silently dealt with.

During this process, even someone as powerful as Murong Yao did not notice anything unusual.

The opponent's strength and ruthlessness are evident from this.

"Do you know who you're trying to kill? If word gets out, the entire Blood Skull might be wiped out."

Even though it is one of the four major assassin organizations in the Great Zhou Dynasty, its strength is boundless.

Assassin organizations generally don't dare to mess with the imperial court, let alone the legitimate royal family.

If the other party makes a move, it will incur the wrath of the royal family.

A mere assassin organization is bound to suffer a severe blow.

It has become an unspoken agreement among assassin organizations not to accept orders from the royal family, or even from government officials.

The Blood Skull appeared, and with such fanfare?

This made Murong Yao wonder if the other party didn't even know who they were killing.

Even if the hope is slim, and she is at her wit's end, she is willing to give it a try.

What if?

If she guesses right, she might not only be able to save her own life, but also protect the thirteenth prince.

"It doesn't matter who we kill! This order was given by our master himself. Even if we complete the mission, we will all perish with him."

The expert wielding the meteor hammer said coldly.

They weren't just assassins, they were a group of suicide squads...

From the moment they received their mission, they knew they wouldn't survive the night.

That's why the two leading assassins were willing to say a few more words.

After all, they're all going to hell together, and given their relationship, they probably won't be able to chat while they're in hell.

Let's talk now.

Of course, there is another very important reason for this.

That was the lingering resentment in their hearts.

The assassins and suicide squads were already prepared for this before they even took action.

They will never implicate their masters, but that doesn't mean they are completely willing to do so.

Under such complex emotions, their behavior was naturally no longer as indifferent as before.

"Your master is actually connected to the Qin Prince's mansion?"

It is possible to give such commands to the Blood Skull.

The owner's identity must be extraordinary.

Thinking of this, the seriousness in Murong Yao's eyes deepened even further.

She was very clear about how terrifying the opponent's strength was.

This is by no means something they can easily shake.

At the very least, his few words couldn't achieve that effect.

Even so, Murong Yao did not back down.

She remained firmly guarding the hatch, preventing anyone from advancing an inch.

"There's nothing to say to this little vixen, getting to work is the priority."

Even though they knew it was a mission that would inevitably lead to their deaths, not one of them chose to give up.

This secretly shocked Murong Yao.

The other party was not a clueless novice; they clearly knew that even if they completed this mission, they would not survive.

But they still did it anyway!

The fact that this master can manipulate and toy with people to such an extent is truly terrifying.

If it were His Highness the King of Qin, that would be fine.

If it is not His Highness the Prince of Qin himself, but merely one of the sons of the Prince of Qin's household.

Just how terrifying is the power of the Prince of Qin's mansion?

How could an ordinary young master be able to command blood skeletons?

Is this a joke?

"Let's do it!"

"This little chick is pretty good. Anyway, I'm not going to live after this job, so let me have some fun."

"And me..."

When he knew he was going to die, he didn't try to escape; instead, he went mad.

This made Murong Yao's expression even colder.

She drew her soft whip, displaying an imposing aura that suggested she was an invincible force.

Whether in terms of numbers or individual strength, the opposing side seemed to have the upper hand over Murong Yao.

Aside from fighting to the death, Murong Yao had no idea what else she could do.

Fortunately, she has never lacked the courage to risk her life.

At this moment, all she can do is give it her all...

"This little wench is quite cunning; it won't be easy to win her over."

Two top assassins were the first to approach Murong Yao. They were each lashed backward by Murong Yao's whip...

They managed to stand still, but the plank beneath their feet wobbled, causing the entire boat to rock and sway.

"As expected of a centurion in the Golden Guard, he's certainly got some skills!"

The expert, at the late stage of the Innate Realm, spoke in an icy tone.

Even though they received a mission that meant certain death, their mood was affected.

When they actually carry out their missions, their methods are undoubtedly highly professional.

"Attack together, regardless of life or death!"

They couldn't possibly delay the mission, even one that meant certain death, just to please a few brothers.

Those killers who used to be so smooth-talking all turned cold-faced.

They drew their weapons and quickly surrounded the people.

Because the cabin was cramped, they couldn't attack all at once and had to queue up.

The first weapons to attack Murong Yao were a ghost-headed saber and a meteor hammer.

Two experts at the late stage of the Innate Realm!

Facing an expert of the same level, Murong Yao found it extremely difficult.

Even if she forcibly increased her skills, she still didn't have the advantage in a one-on-two situation.

Even with the soft whip in her hand leaving afterimages, Murong Yao was unable to completely stop the two.

Not to mention, there were also menacing assassins following behind.

In no time, Murong Yao found herself in grave danger.

"Our only hope is to sink this ship and find a way to survive!"

In the mountain stream, an undercurrent surged.

Once you fall in, even a martial arts master has little chance of surviving.

Just as Murong Yao was about to do something, she suddenly heard the sound of the cabin door being opened behind her.

"Snapped!"

Li Changqing's figure emerged from the cabin.

He covered his mouth with his hand and lazily stretched.

The sound of rain hitting the deck filled my ears, while moonlight and starlight surrounded me.

Li Changqing was also able to observe his surroundings through the moonlight and starlight.

They were highly visible; there were nearly twenty people here now, including the two of them.

"What are you trying to do, staying up so late at night instead of sleeping?"

"Young Master Li, be careful! Prepare to jump ship!"

Murong Yao took a deep breath and swung her whip out of the whip net.

Two of the three innate masters, two of whom were of equal strength, were actually blocked by her.

The assassin wielding a meteor hammer had clearly recognized Murong Yao's identity by this point.

"The Limitless Whip! The Marquis of Sanyang's Mansion!!"

Murong Yao's whip technique is clearly from a prestigious background, and a rather impressive one at that.

Upon confirming the other party's identity, the assassins' movements slowed down considerably.

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