allonlinenovel Chapter 231: Palace Changes
Chapter 231: Palace Changes
In the court, a verbal battle was in full swing. The fierce debate was like surging waves, one wave after another, and the two sides were deadlocked and neither would give in.
At this crucial moment, something unexpected happened. The lights that had once shone brightly, illuminating the magnificent hall like daylight, suddenly flickered violently without warning, as if being manipulated by an invisible hand.
After just a few seconds, it was completely extinguished amid the exclamations of the crowd, and endless darkness instantly swallowed up the entire hall like a tide.
In the darkness, it was so quiet that it was frightening. Only the footsteps, so light that they were almost inaudible but seemed to be stepping heavily on people's hearts, gradually became clearer from far away.
"Rustle... rustle...", this sound is like the call of the god of death, and every step is pulling at people's tense nerves.
In an instant, a group of assassins emerged like ghosts in the dark night. They were dressed in night clothes as black as ink, their faces covered tightly with black cloth, revealing only pairs of eyes that shone with coldness and bloodthirstiness.
The sharp blade in his hand flashed a chilling cold light in the darkness, as if it couldn't wait to drink everyone's blood.
Ling Xuan, this battle-hardened and agile prince, reacts as fast as lightning.
His hand, like a nimble dragon, instantly grasped the hilt and yanked it from its sheath. With a clang, the sword suddenly appeared in the darkness, its icy light like a streak of thunder across the night sky, tearing through the shroud of darkness.
His figure was like a ghost, and with a few leaps he appeared in front of the emperor like a black lightning.
He was like a towering mountain, standing still. At the same time, his eyes, as sharp as an eagle's, vigilantly scanned the actions of the assassins around him, not missing any slight movement, as if he wanted to see through the assassins' intentions.
Although Yun Mengting has no martial arts skills and is as weak as a flower in the wind, her heart is as strong as a rock.
At this moment, she calmly hid behind the guards, her beautiful eyes observing the assassins' actions through the gaps between the guards' bodies like a keen falcon.
Soon, her clever mind noticed something was wrong. The attacks of these assassins seemed disorganized, but in fact, they were hidden secrets. It seemed as if they were advancing slowly according to some mysterious and ancient formation.
Her heart suddenly tightened, and she quickly lowered her voice, reminding Ling Xuan softly like a trickle of water: "Your Highness, the assassin seems to have set up a formation, Your Highness must be careful."
Hearing this, Ling Xuan grew even more alert. His sword moves were like a dragon emerging from the sea amidst a raging storm. Each strike carried a force as powerful as a tidal wave. The precise angles seemed meticulously calculated, and wherever his sword struck, the assassins were forced to retreat in panic.
However, the assassins relied on the exquisite coordination of the mysterious formation, and surged forward like a tide, wave after wave, without retreating, trying to break through Ling Xuan's iron wall.
While Ling Xuan was struggling to resist the rain of attacks, he was also concentrating on observing the assassins' movements.
He discovered that under the command of the formation, these assassins coordinated with each other like precise gears, perfectly aligned. They were like surging waves when attacking and like solid dams when retreating.
Seeing this, a glimmer of determination flashed in his eyes, and he came up with a plan.
When he was defending, he pretended to be exhausted, revealing a flaw that seemed fatal. The flaw was like an attractive net, luring the assassins to take the bait like hungry wolves.
When the assassins thought they had victory and launched a full-scale attack, Ling Xuan suddenly changed his sword moves like an enraged lion.
The swordplay became even more fierce and strange, like flickering will-o'-the-wisp fire in the night sky, impossible to predict. This sudden change caught the assassins off guard, and the previously tight, iron-clad formation instantly collapsed, revealing numerous loopholes.
In the intervals between battles, Ling Xuan was like an eagle guarding a treasure, and he couldn't help but cast his concerned gaze in the direction of Yun Mengting.
Despite being in the midst of a battlefield shimmering with swords and shadows, surrounded by danger, his heart remained tightly focused on her safety. The deep affection and worry in his gaze was like the warm spring sun, bringing endless warmth and strength even in this cold and dark hall.
As soon as he saw Yun Mengting's safe and sound figure, he seemed to be injected with infinite strength. He turned around and threw himself into the desperate fight with the assassin without hesitation.
Although Yun Mengting cannot gallop across the battlefield and kill enemies like Ling Xuan, her wisdom is like a sharp blade hidden in a sheath, revealing its edge at this moment.
She keenly noticed that the assassins' goal did not seem to be simply to kill everyone. Their flickering eyes and subtle movements seemed to be pointing to the crucial secret scroll, with the intention of snatching it away.
She knew very well that the secret scroll was the key to the entire situation. Once it fell into the hands of the enemy, it would be like handing over the key to Pandora's Box, with unimaginable consequences.
So, she took advantage of the chaos and quietly pulled Xiaomei to her side. Her voice was as light as a falling feather: "Xiaomei, take the secret scroll and leave quickly through the secret passage. Make sure to move it to a safe place."
Xiaomei understood and nodded slightly. Then, like a clever kitten, she carefully followed Yun Mengting's instructions and quietly left the secret passage. Her figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.
At the same time, Yun Mengting, relying on her superb medical knowledge and miraculous healing skills, carefully observed the assassins' movements like an insightful doctor.
She noticed that several of the assassins were exceptionally agile, as nimble as cheetahs. After careful observation, she concluded that their acupuncture points must have been specially treated, giving them strength and speed far beyond that of ordinary people.
Her heart moved, and she quickly informed Ling Xuan of this discovery as if she were passing on confidential information: "Your Highness, several assassins' acupoints are blocked, and their movements are agile. Your Highness can attack their acupoints and break their advantage."
When Ling Xuan heard this, a hint of surprise and understanding suddenly flashed in his eyes. The two of them looked at each other and instantly reached a tacit understanding. They decided to attack the weak acupuncture points of these assassins.
Ling Xuan adjusted his swordsmanship. The sword in his hand was like a nimble silver needle, specifically targeting the assassin's acupuncture points. Each strike was extremely precise, without a single error.
As the specially treated acupuncture points were hit one by one, the assassins who were originally as nimble as ghosts gradually became sluggish, like trapped beasts in a quagmire. The combat effectiveness of the entire assassin team was greatly reduced, like a building without its pillars.
With the strenuous resistance of Ling Xuan and the guards, the situation gradually found its direction like a ship drifting in a storm and began to be turned around slowly.