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Just as the group of monks in robes lunged forward, Lu Ze grabbed the edge of the table with both hands and suddenly lifted it upwards.

The entire solid wood table, along with bowls, plates, and cups, was smashed down on the monk in his robes.

With a hissing sound, the table was cleaved in two by a single sword strike.

The sword sliced ​​through the tabletop without pausing, thrusting straight toward Lu Ze, its tip gleaming with a chilling light.

"Step two steps to the left." Fu Xuan's voice rang out from behind.

Without hesitation, Lu Ze moved two steps to the left.

The tip of the sword grazed the sleeve of his right arm, slicing off a piece of fabric, and he could even feel the chill of the blade as it passed over his skin.

Before he could even catch his breath, a second sword slashed up from the lower right, its cunning attack blocking his escape route on the right.

"Squat down."

He crouched down as instructed, and the sword swept across his head, severing a few strands of hair that were flying up.

Immediately afterwards, more and more swords came from all directions. The other diviners and clerks in the dining hall had already scattered to avoid them, and tables and chairs were overturned.

With Fu Xuan's timely prompts, Lu Ze dodged left and right, narrowly avoiding the sword's edge each time. It looked extremely dangerous, but he was completely unharmed.

The feeling was strange—his body was moving, but what determined which direction he moved was not his own judgment, but the calm voice behind him.

He was like a chess piece in Fu Xuan's hands, being manipulated by her voice as he moved through the sword net.

The monk in the robes also noticed the problem.

Their swords moved faster and faster, at increasingly tricky angles, yet they could never touch Lu Ze even slightly.

This wasn't because Lu Ze reacted quickly, but because Fu Xuan could predict their sword paths in real time.

The monks, without exchanging words, were able to adjust their tactics instantly—three men from the group bypassed Lu Ze and attacked Fu Xuan directly.

Lu Ze caught a glimpse of three figures passing by his side, and his heart tightened. He didn't know Fu Xuan's strength, only that she was a diviner, a civil servant.

"Just mind your own business."

Seeing Lu Ze's anxious expression, Fu Xuan calmly offered a reminder without the slightest panic.

She brought her index and middle fingers together, and a purple light condensed at the tip of her fingers.

The light danced for a moment at her fingertips, then she pointed forward with a clean and swift motion, as if she were marking a hexagram on a divination board.

A streak of light shot out from her fingertips, striking precisely the chest of the monk in the foremost robe. The immense impact sent him flying, crashing heavily into a pillar in the dining hall.

But the moment the person landed, their body, like a pile of fine sand, turned into ashes scattered all over the ground, leaving only an empty monk's robe behind.

Fu Xuan was slightly taken aback, but his hands did not stop moving at all. He tapped twice more, and two more streams of purple light flew out.

The other two monks who rushed towards her followed in their companion's footsteps. Before their swords could even touch the hem of her robes, they were knocked away and turned to ashes upon landing, leaving only two monks' robes and two rapiers.

When Fu Xuan turned his gaze back to Lu Ze, Lu Ze was frantically dodging the attacks of the remaining monks.

He was empty-handed and unarmed, so he could only keep dodging—he couldn't very well use his fists to block swords.

His back was soaked with cold sweat, and he was clearly struggling to keep up with his movements.

The remaining monks seemed to realize that if they delayed any longer, the cloud cavalry would arrive soon.

They all simultaneously abandoned their siege of Lu Ze and launched a suicide attack on Fu Xuan.

Lu Ze was stunned for a moment, and without thinking too much, he turned around and rushed towards Fu Xuan.

Fu Xuan unleashed three beams of purple light, killing three people. Before the ashes had even dissipated in the air, the remaining four monks in robes had already passed through the gray mist and arrived in front of her.

Four rapiers thrust in from four directions simultaneously, blocking all escape routes.

Injury was inevitable, so Fu Xuan dodged to the side in the direction he had calculated would be the least damaging, exposing his left shoulder to the blade.

At this moment, Lu Ze arrived and kicked the monk in the robe closest to Fu Xuan in the side, trying to push him away.

But the four monks seemed to have anticipated his arrival. The instant he kicked out, they all abandoned their attack on Fu Xuan. Their four swords drew neat arcs in the air, and they simultaneously turned their blades to stab at him.

Their only goal from beginning to end was Luze.