Qin's Moon: I'm really not the Holy Lord of the Demonic Sect

"Who exactly are you?" Zhang Ping stared at the silver mask so close to his face, his voice hoarse. The excruciating pain in his chest told him that life was slipping away from him.

Despite being protected by armored soldiers, the female assassin managed to break through their formation and reach him, where a short sword was embedded in his chest.

He didn't understand why an assassin would appear at the annual festival.

His gaze then fell upon the chaotic crowd, where the assassin's accomplices were still creating chaos. It was precisely because the chaotic crowd had disrupted the guards that the female assassin found an opportunity to break through.

But he didn't regret it. If he had listened to Ji Wuye, countless people would have been killed by now.

"You have achieved your goal, preventing your people from creating chaos." Zhang Ping looked at the cold mask. In his final moments, he thought not of himself, but of the people, the people caught in the chaos.

If an ordinary person were to encounter Zhang Ping like this, they would surely be moved. Unfortunately, the one who plunged the short sword into Zhang Ping's chest at this moment was no ordinary person; she was a female assassin, a female assassin without any emotions.

She didn't understand Zhang Ping's composure or his compassion, nor did she want to. So she simply turned the hilt of her sword indifferently and shattered Zhang Ping's already pierced heart.

As the short sword was pulled out, a spurt of blood gushed out, splattering onto the female assassin's mask. The beads of blood slid off, leaving not a trace on the mask.

"How dare this audacious madwoman assassinate Prime Minister Zhang!" Ji Wuye, who had been lying in wait, saw this scene from afar and was overjoyed. Although he didn't know who the female assassin was, it didn't matter. What mattered was that Zhang Ping was dead, and his troublesome political enemy was gone.

Ji Wuye's plan to remain an observer has been realized, so now it's time for the Grand General to take the stage.

Ji Wuye, positioned high above, slashed at the female assassin with his sword. The female assassin nimbly flipped over, dodging Ji Wuye's powerful strike. However, Ji Wuye lived up to his reputation as the most powerful general in the history of Han. Before his first strike completely missed, he had already launched a second attack.

The knife, though lacking the elegance of a sword, is far more swift and domineering. Thus, Ji Wuye's second strike was incredibly fast, so fast that the female assassin, caught off guard by Ji Wuye's sudden attack, only had time to cross her two swords in front of her to parry.

The female assassin's swordsmanship was fierce and ruthless, capable of killing armored soldiers and assassinating a prime minister of a country. However, in terms of strength, she was ultimately just a woman. Under the heavy blow of General Ji Wuye, she could not withstand it at all. She fell backward and rolled several times before she was able to dissipate the enormous force.

At this moment, Ji Wuye's attack came again. Seeing that the general himself had taken to the field, the surviving soldiers around him fought even harder and rushed towards the female assassin.

Even though the female assassin was highly skilled in swordsmanship, she found it extremely difficult to defend herself against Ji Wuye, who was even stronger than herself, amidst the harassment of armored soldiers.

Amidst the hail of swords and spears, the female assassin who had been slaying enemies just moments before instantly became a piece of duckweed adrift in the storm, swaying precariously in the wind and rain, at risk of being broken at any moment.

Elsewhere, amidst the surging crowd, Yang Che was finding it increasingly difficult to protect Hong Lian. A stampede had even broken out in the crowd, and if the situation were allowed to deteriorate further, countless people would die from the trampling.

Yang Che helped up a girl who was about to fall due to the shoving of the crowd, realizing that he had to do something.

Thinking of this, Yang Che picked up Honglian and channeled his true energy. The people around him felt a chaotic and distorted force coming towards them, and their bodies paused for a moment. But then the surging power of the crowd obliterated this distorted force. But that one moment was enough.

Taking advantage of the brief pause, Yang Che, holding Honglian, leaped towards the tall building on the side of the imperial road, displaying the ethereal and unpredictable movements of his "Wandering Among Flowers" technique.

Honglian gasped and hugged Yang Che's neck tightly, but her eyes were wide open as she saw Yang Che leap into the air, and they were already on the roof.

Yang Che took a deep breath, mustered his inner energy, and shouted, "Princess Honglian is here. She orders you all to stand still immediately. Anyone who moves again will be executed without mercy."

With the aid of the Heavenly Demon Strategy, Yang Che had been cultivating the Flower Wandering Technique for some time, accumulating a considerable amount of true energy. The sound of his true energy driving the movement was particularly loud under the night sky. Although the surging crowd did not know who Honglian was, the princess's name was quite frightening.

When Yang Che's voice rang out in the night, the surging crowd paused noticeably. Some people did stand still, but only a few, and then they returned to their original state.

Yang Che was also quite helpless when he saw this. The Flower Wanderer of the Flower Sect was ultimately an anomaly among the demonic arts. If he had cultivated the Heavenly Demon Great Art and used the Heavenly Demon True Qi to activate the Heavenly Demon Sound, it might have had a miraculous effect at this time.

Just as Yang Che was at his wit's end, a bowstring twanged, accompanied by a whistling sound, and an arrow pierced the crowd, causing one person to fall to the ground.

Yang Che didn't know who had shot the arrow, but he couldn't care less at the moment. He immediately shouted again, "Princess Honglian orders you all to stop immediately. Anyone who makes a move will be executed without mercy."

This time, Yang Che's words clearly had an effect. Seeing this, Yang Che pulled Honglian forward and ran ahead while shouting loudly.

Elsewhere, under the protection of their guards, Han Yu and his wife, the beautiful Hu sisters, who had been taking refuge in a secluded spot, also saw Yang Che and Hong Lian running wildly on the high-rise building.

Hu Meiren's eyes lit up when she saw the figure on the rooftop, while Madam Hu looked shocked.

Dark night, chaotic crowds, tall buildings, bright moon, a running man, a princess with her skirt fluttering as she runs...

Han Yu looked deep in thought, then said to the guards on either side, "Follow them and help Princess Honglian maintain order."

"promise."

With Han Yu's protection, Yang Che's shouts were even more effective. As some people regained order, more people calmed down. Gradually, people stopped and started walking along the imperial road, slowly moving towards the direction Yang Che was running.

On the rooftop, Honglian had completely turned into a puppet, letting Yang Che pull her forward. When they encountered a gap between houses, she would leap over it and jump to another rooftop.

Until a horizontal street appeared, creating a gap of about three zhang between the two houses, Yang Che continued his momentum, stepping into the air. Hong Lian, who felt unsteady on her feet, cried out in surprise, only to find that Yang Che seemed to be flying, his clothes fluttering in the wind, holding her hand as he flew across the street and landed on the roof of the opposite house.

Honglian could clearly see the crowd and houses beneath her feet, the bright moon overhead, and Yang Che before her. In that instant, Honglian felt as if she had transformed into a flying goddess.

In that instant, an indelible image appeared in Honglian's girlish mind.