On our wedding day, I castrated my fiancée's white moonlight.

"Eighth Miss, something terrible has happened!"

"The prince left the city alone in his carriage, without a single guard!"

Wang Danian rushed anxiously into Shen Murong's room.

Shen Murong jumped to his feet: "We just survived an assassination attempt yesterday! That assassin might not dare come to the Duke's mansion again, but that doesn't mean he won't dare kill outside the city!"

"My little brother is in danger! Mother, come with me to protect him!"

Shen Hong stopped Shen Murong: "To outsiders, you're already dead."

"Go change into a suit of armor!"

……

After the carriage sped out of the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, it headed west along the official road.

Tang Miaoyi caught up on horseback: "Ye Fan, we can't go any further!"

"Aren't you afraid of being assassinated again?"

Ye Fan laughed and said, "I'm just waiting for someone to assassinate me!"

"Are you crazy?"

Tang Miaoyi thought she had misheard.

Ye Fan glanced at her: "Want to know what's in the box?"

"think!"

"Then come and drive for me!"

Ye Fan slowed down the carriage and went straight inside by lifting the curtain.

Tang Miaoyi couldn't refuse. The carriage was driverless and might go out of control. She jumped onto the carriage and, while driving, called out to Ye Fan, "Where to now?"

"Let's go somewhere less crowded!" Ye Fan replied.

"You must be crazy!"

Tang Miaoyi took a deep breath, her heart racing! Even though she wasn't a member of the Great Xia court, she knew how many people wanted Ye Fan dead! Shen Murong was already dead, and the 800,000-strong army in the Northern Territory was leaderless. If Zhenbei King Ye Fan died now, the Zhenbei King lineage would be completely extinguished.

Whoever gains control of the 800,000-strong army will likely become the next emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty!

Half an hour after the carriage sped along, two figures blocked its path.

A hundred meters away, two people dressed in black night clothes and masked.

A murderous aura swept over them. Tang Miaoyi tightened the reins, and the horse's two hooves left the ground before landing heavily on the ground, bringing the carriage to a stop.

Tang Miaoyi turned back to the carriage and said, "There are two Martial Kings! At least at the sixth level or above."

She was a second-tier Grand Martial Master, but her cultivation level was not high enough to detect the specific cultivation levels of the two individuals!

But he is definitely a Martial King of the sixth rank or higher!

"Cut the reins and drive the horse away!"

Ye Fan gave the order.

Tang Miaoyi was somewhat angry, even forgetting the difference in their social status, and said angrily, "What time is it? You're still thinking about these things! You're going to get me killed!"

These people want to kill Ye Fan. She was there, and she will definitely be silenced!

Ye Fan shouted in a low voice, "Slice it quickly!"

Tang Miaoyi pulled out a dagger, cut the reins on the horse, and then slashed the horse's rump!

With a long neigh, the horse charged into the woods and disappeared.

The two Kings laughed mockingly: "Hahaha! Scared out of your wits, aren't you? You actually cut the reins and let the horse go! Your last chance to escape is gone, isn't it?"

Ye Fan's voice was cold: "Who are you people? Who sent you?"

"Go to hell and ask King Yama!"

The two were about to make a move.

Suddenly, a low shout came from behind the carriage: "Who goes there? Come out!"

"Boy! It seems I'm not the only one who wants to kill you!"

A mocking voice suddenly came from behind the carriage, and the person bowed to the two men, saying, "Friends, don't be impatient! I'm here to kill this brat too!"

Ye Fan lifted the curtain behind him and confirmed that this person was one of the assassins from yesterday!

"Another Martial King! Three Martial Kings! We're doomed!"

Tang Miaoyi's pretty face turned deathly pale.

"Is that so?"

The old man spoke later.

The two who arrived first exchanged a glance: "We have the same goal. Let's attack together, kill them both, and then leave!"

"good!"

The old man nodded later.

"Let's do it!"

The three reached an agreement and sped toward the carriage at the same time!

Tang Miaoyi pulled out a hidden weapon, activated the mechanism, and prepared for a desperate battle at any moment.

Ye Fan shook his head: "No need for you to do it. Didn't you want to know what this is?"

"Watch!"

Ye Fan raised the Barrett rifle, aiming it at the two people in front of the carriage.

boom--!

The trigger was pulled, and a thunderous roar echoed through the carriage, startling Tang Miaoyi so much that she screamed, her eardrums nearly bursting. Immediately afterward, she heard a terrified man's voice beside her: "Big Brother!"

Tang Miaoyi subconsciously looked out of the car, her pupils contracting sharply!

Of the two martial kings who blocked the carriage, one of them fell to the ground, half of his head gone, after being shot in the head by Barrett!

"Not bad! The precision isn't as high as modern missiles, and the effective range is probably only around 500 meters!"

"That's already pretty good!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Ye Fan's eyes.

Pull the bolt!

Target the second King Wu!

"Boy! No matter who you are, you killed my brother, you deserve to die!" The latter had already rushed to the carriage.

boom!

Another clap of thunder!

The second King Wu was struck directly by the bullet; it pierced his chest, leaving a gaping hole the size of a bowl. His body flew backward, landing on the ground, blood gushing from the wound in his chest. His eyes were filled with terror; he was undeniably dead!

"Who... exactly are you?"

Tang Miaoyi was stunned.

Ye Fan didn't bother to answer. He lifted the curtain, climbed onto the carriage, and locked onto the third Martial King who was more than 200 meters away.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on? Martial King! That's a Martial King! Even a Martial Emperor couldn't possibly kill a Martial King instantly!" Feng Qingyang was terrified.

What kind of monster is this?!

boom--!

A third clap of thunder!

"ah--!"

Feng Qingyang looked down and saw that one of his thighs had simply vanished.

The excruciating pain caused him to lose his balance and fall heavily to the ground!

Ye Fan had just breathed a sigh of relief when suddenly, as an ace sniper, he keenly sensed that someone was watching him. At the same time, the voice of the Chaos Cauldron echoed in his mind: "Master, there's someone in the due east direction!"

Ye Fan's eyes were cold.

Holding the Barrett rifle, he turned around and locked his gaze on the top of a hundred-meter-tall tree!

At that moment, an old man at the top of the tree frowned: "Five hundred meters away, he could still spot me? Impossible!"

"Oh no! Danger!"

Suddenly, the old man's heart skipped a beat.

Quickly dodge with your body!

With a loud "poof!" a terrible gash appeared on his arm, followed by a thunderous sound.

boom--!

This thing flies faster than sound!

"Damn it! What was that thing?!" The old man's face changed drastically. He endured the excruciating pain and, after leaping several times from the treetop, disappeared completely.

"Danger cleared!"

Ye Fan blurted out a sentence subconsciously. Holding Barrett, he jumped off the carriage and came to Feng Qingyang's side!

Feng Qingyang had lost too much blood, his face was deathly pale, and he stared in horror at Ye Fan rushing towards him!

His eyes were fixed on the Barrett in Ye Fan's hand!

This object is shaped like a pipa, but it looks even more like a boat paddle!

"What is this thing? How can it have such power?"

"I haven't even asked you who you are or who sent you, and you're already asking me?" Ye Fan's voice was extremely cold as he stepped on Feng Qingyang's broken leg.

"Ahhhhh!"

Feng Qingyang let out a bloodcurdling scream, his body trembling with pain: "My name is Feng Qingyang! I am an outer sect elder of the Ancient Sword Sect! How dare you hurt me like this, you…"

boom--!

Ye Fan fired a shot directly at Feng Qingyang's other thigh.

The other thigh exploded into a bloody mist on the spot!

"Ahhh—!"

Feng Qingyang felt a sudden, intense pain, like a frog, and his muscles tensed up abruptly.

A chill ran down his forehead as the barrel of a Barrett rifle was pressed against Feng Qingyang's head!

"It's Wang Guozhong! Wang Guozhong, the Prime Minister of the Great Xia Dynasty! That's all I know. It was Wang Guozhong who sent me to kill you yesterday!" Feng Qingyang was completely terrified by Ye Fan's ruthless methods.