My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

Every collision with Ji Dachuan was a considerable burden on their aging bodies.

In addition, they also had to be constantly on guard against Ji Dachuan's desperate act of taking them down with him.

Therefore, both elders were highly focused, fearing that if they weren't careful and retreated too slowly, they would end up being the ones killed along with Ji Dachuan.

The three of them were thus caught in a stalemate.

However, Elders Chen and Han gradually led the battle to the center of the square, far from the Zichen Palace.

A large circle had been cleared around them, and none of the guests attending the ceremony dared to approach them; after all, those who had been slow to retreat were still lying there dead. In the very center of the battle, bluestone slabs would occasionally explode violently, countless tiny stones would fly like bullets, and dense flashes of sword light would leave crisscrossing, thin grooves on the ground, as well as charred palm prints several feet deep, still smoking and corroding the ground.

A large number of Imperial Guards and Royal Guards who had arrived also kept their distance from the three people, not daring to approach.

It's not that they were afraid of dying, or that they didn't dare to overwhelm Ji Dachuan with sheer numbers.

Rather, it's because: unlike first-rate martial artists, grandmasters don't have the problem of exhausting their internal energy. Grandmasters have already opened up their meridians, all their meridians are open, and their energy flows through the body. Every meridian, every muscle, and every drop of blood in their body participates in the internal energy circulation. In other words, every cell in a grandmaster's body is constantly refining energy into power.

As long as the cultivation technique isn't too bad, a grandmaster can instantly replenish the internal energy they consume, and there will never be a problem of insufficient internal energy.

It's impossible to wear down a grandmaster by overwhelming him with sheer numbers.

This is why grandmasters enjoy such a high status.

Because a grandmaster can truly rival an entire army!

Only Grandmasters and those above them can rival Grandmasters.

Nangong Bingqing looked down at the three people fighting in front of her from outside the Zichen Palace. She was particularly moved by Ji Dachuan's current state of madness. Instead of feeling anything, she found Ji Dachuan disgusting.

"Brother Wei, what's wrong with you? Wake up! If you don't wake up, Qing'er will be taken away by a thug!"

Nangong Bingqing continued to playfully tease the dazed Xia Wuwei.

Perhaps Nangong Bingqing's appeals had an effect.

Or perhaps Xia Wuwei had finally recovered from his shock.

"Wow!"

Xia Wuwei's lifeless eyes suddenly lit up. Before he could even see what was in front of him, he immediately turned his head to the side and vomited. However, he hadn't eaten much that day, so he vomited for a long time but nothing came out.

However, the act of vomiting caused his stomach acid to churn, and a sour, putrid smell rose from his throat, stimulating his taste buds and speeding up his recovery.

When he woke up, the first thing he saw was Nangong Bingqing with a worried expression, then the corpses of palace maids and eunuchs all over the ground around him, followed by the huge pit in the middle of the stone steps of Zichen Palace, and finally the battle between Ji Dachuan and the two elders Chen and Han, who were like humanoid beasts.

"What...what happened?"

"No, protect the emperor! Quickly, protect the emperor!"

Xia Wuwei seemed to see the scene of his near death again, and he screamed wildly.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Countless imperial guards bypassed Ji Dachuan and his companions, arriving outside the Zichen Palace and surrounding Xia Wuwei in multiple layers.

"Brother Wei, everything is alright now."

Surrounded by guards, Xia Wuwei finally felt safe. He noticed Nangong Bingqing beside him and asked with concern, "Qing'er, are you alright?"

Feeling Xia Wuwei's concerned inquiry, Nangong Bingqing said sweetly, "Brother Wei, don't worry, Qing'er is a Grandmaster after all, nothing will happen to me."

"I'm so glad you're alright!"

Xia Wuwei let out a long sigh of relief, then looked at Ji Dachuan and the other two, and asked in confusion, "Aren't Seniors Chen and Han invincible masters? How come they couldn't defeat that assassin?"

Xia Wuwei had only asked the person next to him casually, but Li Fuguo suddenly appeared out of nowhere and respectfully explained to Xia Wuwei: "Your Majesty, that assassin is also a grandmaster. Senior Chen and Senior Han are old and weak, so it is normal that they could not defeat him."

Xia Wuwei was stunned by the shock and didn't notice Li Fuguo's desertion in the face of battle.

"...Since we can't beat them, then send more men! You, you guys, hurry up and take down that assassin."

Xia Wuwei pointed to the Imperial Guards around him and gave the order.

"this···"

Upon hearing Xia Wuwei's words, the deputy captain of the Imperial Guard was at a loss for what to do.

Li Fuguo quickly stepped in to defuse the situation: "Your Majesty, only a Grandmaster can intervene in a battle between Grandmasters. Anyone else who goes will only be throwing their lives away."

"In that case, let's send grandmasters! Where's Elder Sun? Elder Zhu? And Elder Qin, Elder Xu...?"

"Your Majesty, have you forgotten? They are currently dealing with the grandmasters of those martial arts sects in the capital and cannot spare any more resources," Li Fuguo replied.

"Isn't there anyone who can take action? Hmm? Isn't that Commander Xiong over there? Isn't he a Grandmaster? Tell him to go."

Xia Wuwei saw Xiong Chuan not far below the stone steps.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Li Fuguo immediately sent someone to inform Xiong Chuanxia Wuwei of his orders.

A short while later, the man returned and said, "Your Majesty, Commander Xiong is asking what to do with the captured female assassin."

"What else can we do but kill them!"

Having just narrowly escaped death, Xia Wuwei had long since lost any thought of showing mercy to women. He also didn't want to be the mastermind behind the assassins. Anyway, he had made up his mind: after capturing the assassins, he would marry Nangong Bingqing.

He then purged all forces in the world that might attempt to assassinate him.

Hmph! If you dare to assassinate him, then be prepared for a million corpses to lie in wait.

As for being wronged?

nonexistent!

Just because it didn't exist before and it doesn't exist now doesn't mean it won't exist in the future.

Chapter 225 This can't be me

Xia Wuwei's order was quickly relayed to Xiong Chuan.

Xiong Chuan gripped Hui's neck, lifting her up to his eye level. Hui was in so much pain she couldn't open her beautiful eyes; the only indication that she was still alive was the slight rise and fall of her breasts...

Looking at the beauty in his hands, Xiong Chuan showed no pity or tenderness, and said with regret, "It's a pity. A beauty as talented as you could have had a bright future, but you chose the path of death. In that case, goodbye."

After Xiong Chuan finished speaking,

With a "clang",

He casually drew the sword from a member of the Imperial Guard beside him, and with a "whoosh!" the blade cleanly and swiftly pierced Hui's chest, the steel blade stained with blood as it emerged from Hui's body.

Hui coughed up a mouthful of blood, her mind filled with excruciating pain in her chest, and her petite body convulsed from the pain.

Swish!

Xiong Chuan pulled the steel knife from Hui's chest, and with a casual flick of his wrist, he flicked the blood that was stained with Hui's blood onto the ground.

Hui's gradually cooling body was carelessly thrown on the ground.

Seeing this from afar, Xia Yuxuan, who had been watching Hui, knew that the brilliant woman was dead and would never return. Although he was heartbroken, he still looked away for the sake of his great cause.

Among the guests were those who had been paying attention to Hui. When they saw that Hui had been killed, they couldn't help but sigh, "Beauty is often short-lived." But that was all. After that, they stopped paying attention to Hui and went to watch the battle between the three grandmasters in the center.

Hui thus disappeared from everyone's sight as if she were "dead".

In the pool of blood, blood continued to gush from Hui's chest, staining the white floor crimson. The contrast between Hui's vibrant dance dress and the blood-red flesh resembled a blooming mandalas, a bewitching, eerie red, as if the corpse might suddenly come to life…

Gradually, Hui's vision began to blur, and she felt so cold, so icy cold...

'Is this what death feels like?'

It's so cold!

'I'm so lonely!'

'Ah... that's fine then!'

Hui had a final thought, then closed her beautiful eyes.

···

In an endless darkness.

Hui opened her dark eyes, looked around, and seemed very confused: "Wasn't I dead? Where am I?"

"You've finally arrived!"

"Who?!"

Hui looked around, searching for the source of the sound.

"Here."

Following the sound's clue, Hui spotted... spotted... a girl of otherworldly beauty above and behind her. If fairies truly existed in this world, they must be like her!

After being amazed, Hui said uncertainly, "You, could you be... the owner of this body—Dong'er! No, impossible, Dong'er doesn't look like you."

The stunningly beautiful girl was taken aback, and sighed to herself, "Hmm? Is the amnesia this severe? She's even forgotten what she looks like."

This girl is also Hui, or rather, the embodiment of a trace of divinity within Hui's soul. Because she is a trace of divine soul, she did not lose her memory when crossing the world barrier.

The amnesiac Hui said in confusion, "My appearance? No, impossible, how could I not remember what I look like? You must not be me!"

"Tell me, who are you? Are you some kind of old monster trying to possess me?" Although the amnesiac Hui was unsure of herself, she showed no fear in her demeanor.

He was still smugly plotting in his mind: 'She didn't directly possess me because she has very little power left, so she wants to take advantage of my carelessness and strike suddenly, catching me off guard. Hmph, how could such a tactic escape my discerning eyes? I'll feign compliance first, pretending to believe her, and then counterattack when she makes her move...'

"..."

Amnesiac Hui was thinking happily to herself, but since Divine Soul Hui was originally one with her, she immediately knew all of Amnesiac Hui's thoughts.

Shen Hunhui stared speechlessly at his amnesiac self, beginning to doubt himself:

'I, I... no! This can't be me!'

'How could I be so stupid as to fight my own wits? It must be, it must be because of that native Dong'er, it must be...'

Although Shenhunhui cannot take over the main consciousness, she can clearly perceive what the main consciousness sees, hears, thinks, and feels outside, so she also knows Dong'er.

"Alright, enough with the chit-chat, let's merge into one and restore our memories."

After Shenhun Hui finished speaking, he floated towards Shiyi Hui.

"You, you don't come any closer."

Seeing that Shenhun Hui was approaching, the amnesiac Hui quickly ran away.