Starting from the imperial palace guards, his clones spread all over the world

Wu Huan's face was filled with excitement. He rubbed his hands together while also rolling up his sleeves, his eyes gleaming with greed and desire.

It was as if what was about to come was not a crisis-ridden battle, but a god-given opportunity that would allow him to rise rapidly in the world and be promoted to a higher rank.

Liang Jin followed Wu Huan's gaze towards the carriage, where he saw an old woman with graying hair sitting.

This old woman was dressed plainly, in simple coarse cloth, without any luxurious decorations. However, she exuded an aura of dignity, as if she held a high position in ordinary times, solemn and inviolable.

Even though she was currently facing a life-and-death battle, her expression remained calm and composed, without the slightest hint of panic, and she did not flee like ordinary people. Instead, she stood steadily behind the coachman, her eyes revealing determination and composure.

The coachman was like a towering mountain, firmly protecting the old woman behind him.

His body was tense, his muscles bulging, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, focused intently on confronting the fierce attacks of the three assassins.

"These three assassins... they look a bit familiar."

Liang Jin frowned slightly. When he carefully looked at the faces of the three assassins, a vague memory seemed to flash in his mind, and he couldn't help but become thoughtful.

Just then, a figure flashed beside Liang Jin. It was Wu Huan, who was so anxious that he could no longer wait to rush forward, ready to throw himself into this dangerous battle.

Liang Jin, with quick eyes and hands, grabbed him, anxiously saying:

"Do you not want your life?"

"What does this have to do with us? Let's leave quickly and not get involved."

His gaze was sharp, and he had already seen that the three assassins and the coachman were all fourth-rank martial artists. Battles of this level had tremendous destructive power and a very wide range of impact.

The two sides had only just exchanged blows, and it had already caused the death and injury of many innocent passersby, with blood staining the streets red and cries rising and falling.

Wu Huan was only a mere eighth-rank peak martial artist. In such a battle between experts, he was simply like an ant. How could he be qualified to participate in it?

"Even if there is a threat to our lives, it is worth taking the risk. Such an opportunity is not so easy to come by!"

Wu Huan's face was red and his forehead veins were bulging high, like a bull whose mind had been overwhelmed by bloodlust. He seemed to have completely lost his mind.

Liang Jin was slightly stunned, and a sense of surprise welled up in his heart.

He didn't expect that in this bustling capital city, someone would dare to openly assassinate the wife of the commander of the Southern Forbidden Army?

To what extent had the court struggles in this capital deteriorated?

However, Liang Jin quickly calmed down and, on second thought, seemed to understand something.

How could the emperor suddenly drown when he was perfectly fine?

He had so many imperial guards around him, all of whom were highly skilled in martial arts. Were they all just freeloaders?

Even if the emperor really drowned, how could merely catching a cold lead to his demise two months later?

You must know that this is a world of martial artists. In this world, perhaps some incurable diseases are difficult to cure, but minor illnesses like a cold can basically be cured by sending a martial arts master to deliver internal energy to the emperor and circulate it for a few cycles.

It can be said that the emperor's drowning was strange in every way, and there seemed to be a huge conspiracy hidden behind it.

Perhaps the court situation did not only begin to deteriorate after the emperor fell into the water, but had already become extremely bad before that, with undercurrents surging and constant struggles between various forces.

Liang Jin was thinking when he suddenly felt Wu Huan in his hand struggling violently.

Wu Huan anxiously shouted:

"Brother Liang, stop pulling me, let go! If you don't want to take the credit, don't stop me!"

As he spoke, he tried hard to break free from Liang Jin's hand, his eyes filled with eagerness and desire.

Liang Jin turned his head to look at him, his gaze like lightning, and sternly shouted:

"Do you want credit more than your life?"

Wu Huan sighed helplessly and explained:

"I can't compare to you. You are still young and have a high talent for martial arts. You secretly cultivated to the sixth-rank realm. If you endure for a few more years, and wait for those superiors who have conflicts with you to be transferred, your time to shine will come."

"But I'm different. My family has declined long ago, and I'm old. My martial arts are almost at their limit at the eighth rank. I basically have no future in this life."

"In the officialdom, it's like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you retreat. If I don't work hard, I might not even be able to keep my position as flag commander, and I might have to go back to being a small accountant in a while."

"I can endure being humble, but my wife can't, and my two sons can't either. If not for myself, I have to fight for the future of my family."

"This opportunity can change my destiny and the destiny of my family. I have to strive for it even if it costs me my life!"

Wu Huan's words were full of helplessness and bitterness, as well as a strong desire to be promoted and make a fortune.

Liang Jin looked at him calmly.

To some extent, Liang Jin owed Wu Huan a favor.

Since Wu Huan was so eager to make a contribution, Liang Jin decided to help him.

Immediately, Liang Jin said:

"Head Wu, don't be anxious, the opportunity is coming soon."

Wu Huan was obviously puzzled by Liang Jin's words, and he was about to ask.

Suddenly.

“Bang!!!!”

A tremendous noise erupted, as if the earth itself trembled.

Within the battlefield, the situation shifted once more.

The three assassins were shaken back several steps, their footsteps faltering, a hint of shock on their faces.

Yet, the coachman remained standing tall and firm, like an unshakeable mountain, steadfastly protecting the old woman behind him.

Who could have imagined that, both being Fourth Rank martial artists, this coachman could withstand three opponents alone and persist until now; his strength and perseverance were truly astonishing.

However, the three assassins showed no fear; instead, cold smiles crept onto their faces, their eyes filled with disdain.

One assassin said contemptuously:

“A spent arrow, yet you dare to put on airs in front of us?”

As soon as the assassin finished speaking, blood began to flow from the coachman’s mouth and nose, his face instantly turning as pale as paper.

Clearly, although he had temporarily forced back the three assassins, he himself had suffered considerable injuries, his internal energy roiling, and his meridians damaged.

“Attack together, a swift resolution!”

The three assassins knew that prolonging the fight would be disadvantageous to them, and immediately launched another assault, their figures flickering like phantoms, the weapons in their hands glinting with cold light.

At this moment, Liang Jin forcefully shoved Wu Huan, shouting loudly:

“Wu Tou! The opportunity has arrived!”

“Go!!!”

Wu Huan was still in a daze, but Liang Jin had already pushed him onto the street and into the battlefield.

Although he didn't understand what Liang Jin meant, it was now too late for him to retreat.

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Immediately, Wu Huan strained his voice and shouted:

“You three bastards! Who dares to touch the Commander's wife?”

“If you have the guts, come at me!”

Wu Huan's shout caused the three assassins to turn their heads and glance at him.

This caused disdain to flash in the eyes of the three assassins; they sneered, when did a mere Eighth Rank martial artist have the qualifications to clamor in front of them?

Immediately, the three assassins prepared to casually deal with Wu Huan; their hands were already raised, and with a gentle wave of their palms, the powerful palm winds could kill Wu Huan!

But suddenly!

The eyes of the three assassins suddenly revealed an expression of disbelief.

They looked at Wu Huan as if they were seeing a ghost, even involuntarily taking two steps back, their faces showing fear.

Wu Huan couldn't help but be stunned, his heart filled with doubt, not understanding why these three assassins seemed to be… afraid of him?

Could it be that his aura was too fierce, his righteousness overwhelming, causing these three assassins to feel guilty?

Although puzzled, Wu Huan was unwilling to miss this opportunity.

Immediately, Wu Huan gathered his Qi in his dantian, pointed at the three assassins, and sternly shouted:

“You three petty thieves! Meeting your grandfather today is your bad luck!”

“Why don't you scram now?! If you don't, don't blame your grandfather for being impolite!”

Wu Huan was just trying to scare the three assassins.

He was very clear about his own capabilities.

However, at this moment, the eyes of the three assassins flickered with hidden fear, as if they were really intimidated by Wu Huan's words.

They even couldn't help but exchange surprised whispers:

“Damn it! Why are they here? Is their stance to stop us?”

“We are no match for them; we have witnessed their power firsthand!”

“We have no grievances with them, what are they trying to do?”

“It seems that it will be difficult to complete the mission today, preserving ourselves is the priority, let's retreat first!”

……

After the three made up their minds, they immediately turned around, used their lightness skill, and quickly left like a gust of wind.

They didn't even show any reluctance to fight, as if they were completely certain that they had no chance of winning.

With their lightness skills, they quickly disappeared into the end of the street.

Wu Huan breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly ran to the old woman, respectfully bowing and saying:

“This subordinate is Wu Huan, the Banner Chief of the Southern Forbidden Army. This subordinate arrived late, causing the Commander's wife to be frightened! Please forgive me, Madam!”

His voice seemed calm, but the excitement in his heart could not be suppressed, his hands trembling slightly.

Because Wu Huan knew that this time he had been able to show his face in front of the Commander's wife, future opportunities would really come, and perhaps he would soon be able to rise to prominence and escape his current predicament.

However, after Wu Huan finished speaking, he did not hear a response from the Commander's wife.

He couldn't help but raise his head to look, only to see that both the Commander's wife and the coachman were raising their heads, looking in the direction behind Wu Huan.

Surprised, Wu Huan couldn't help but turn his head.

With this look, he understood why the three assassins had suddenly retreated.

It turned out that what the three assassins were worried and afraid of was not Wu Huan himself, but the group of people on the rooftops along the street behind him!

On the eaves of the houses, several figures were swiftly moving.

These people were wearing long robes, overcoats with vests, and headscarves, tightly gripping sharp swords in their hands.

Although their heads were wrapped in white cloth, their faces were deep, dark holes, exuding an indescribable eerie aura, as if they were messengers from hell.

These figures moved quickly, like ghosts, and they quickly disappeared after entering the rooftops.

“So… I inadvertently bluffed them?”