The most romantic little emperor

Chapter 296 The Art of Killing

Li Yihuan sensed the fear in these people's minds, but he still maintained that indifferent smile and said to himself: "That's because everyone who has seen my flying knife is already... dead."

Before he finished speaking, the flying knife in his hand turned into a silver meteor, streaked across the night sky, and disappeared into the darkness.

Everyone felt their cheeks go cold, and then a shrill scream broke the silence of the night. They looked over in horror and saw a man lying in a pool of blood, dead in an instant.

The guards around them stopped what they were doing instantly, their eyes filled with fear and vigilance, as if the invisible flying knife was still circling in the night sky, ready to take their lives at any time.

Dong Meier saw this and knew something was wrong. She knew she had met a powerful character tonight. She smiled slightly, her beautiful eyes flashing with an alluring light, and said softly, "My dear senior, I don't know what hatred you have with my Dong family, but it seems a bit inappropriate for you to secretly follow the prince's concubine. How about we make a deal?"

Li Yihuan looked calm, as if he was not moved by her, and waited quietly for her next words.

Dong Meier opened her red lips, smiled sweetly, and said seductively: "Senior, if you can tell me who is behind you following me, I will let you go, how about it?"

"Hmph, not so good. How could I, Li Yihuan, make a deal with the daughter of my enemy? You'd better give up on this idea!" Li Yihuan's lips curled up slightly, his tone full of sarcasm.

Seeing that he was so disrespectful and directly rejected her kindness, Dong Meir was immediately furious and said angrily, "You are so ungrateful! In this case, don't blame me for being rude!"

She waved her finger lightly, pointing at the group of guards around her. Those guards wearing armor and holding spears immediately rushed towards Li Yihuan like a pack of wolves, with fierce light flashing in their eyes.

Dong Meir's voice was as cold as ice, as if it came from the King of Hell. "All of you, come at me. If anyone dares to back down, I will deal with them later. Don't blame me for being rude then!"

Facing the sudden siege, Li Yihuan's eyes were extremely firm, as if he was ready to deal with everything.

As for Dong Meir, her eyes were full of determination and coldness. She had made up her mind. No matter what the outcome, she would not let the old man in front of her go.

In an instant, the crowds of people moved, and the guards rushed towards Li Yihuan like a tide, trapping him in an even smaller space. Following Dong Meir's order, swords, spears, and halberds came at Li Yihuan like a storm, with fierce momentum.

However, Li Yihuan was like a nimble leopard, deftly moving between the enemies with ease. The flying knife in his hand was like the sickle of the god of death, flying out from time to time, silently harvesting the lives of the enemies. Every time the knife flashed, there was a scream, and a life disappeared under his knife.

His movements were like catkins in the wind, light and agile, as if every step was dancing with the rhythm of life. However, the flying knife in his hand was cold and ruthless, and every swing was accompanied by the blooming of blood, like the cold plum blossoms in winter, sad and sharp. The bloody thing of killing seemed to be sublimated into an art in his hands. This killing method was both frightening and amazing.

Although there were many guards around, they were as fragile as straws and could not get close to him at all under Li Yihuan's flying knives.

Dong Meir watched the guards fall one by one, without a trace of pity in her eyes, as if the lives of those guards were not lives, and their life and death had nothing to do with her at all.

At this moment, she was just like a spectator, admiring the battle with great interest. Her beautiful eyes sparkled with envy, as if she wished she could also possess such a powerful flying knife skill.

Li Yihuan was like a cunning fox, fighting wits and courage with these guards, showing his outstanding martial arts and firm belief. At this moment, his body was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or the enemy's, but he was not afraid at all, and his movements were still swift and precise. He was like a towering mountain, always standing tall and unshakable, which made people feel awe.

As the battle progressed, he had more and more wounds on his body, but his fighting spirit became stronger and stronger. On the brink of life and death, he was like a wounded tiger, extremely ferocious, constantly launching fierce attacks that made the enemy unable to resist.

But even a hero cannot defeat a crowd.

Although Li Yihuan was extremely brave, he could not withstand the pressure of numbers. As time went by, the scars on Li Yihuan's body gradually increased. His body was already shaky and he was on the verge of physical and mental exhaustion. The scales of victory slowly began to tilt towards Dong Meir's side.

Dong Meir looked at the situation in front of her and was very satisfied. She waved her hand decisively and ordered her men to stop the attack.

After a moment, a contemptuous yet complicated smile spread across her face, and she laughed loudly, "Senior Li, you'd better give up! You have already won my respect with your strength, but if you can tell me who ordered you to follow me, I can consider sparing your life!"

Li Yihuan stood in the crowd, bloodstained, like a tragic painting. He gasped heavily, and every breath seemed to challenge the limit of life, but his eyes always flashed with an unyielding light.

He endured the pain in his body and laughed loudly, "You want me to surrender? That's just wishful thinking..."

Before he could finish his words, a violent coughing fit came over him, as if it was going to tear his entire lungs apart.

At this moment, a series of regular and powerful footsteps suddenly came from the distance, breaking the silence of the night.

The butler hurried to Dong Mei'er's side, his voice low and nervous: "Miss, something seems to be wrong. How come there are so many people at this late hour? I'm afraid something big is going to happen."

Dong Meir also felt unprecedented pressure. She stared at the approaching figures with doubts in her heart. She didn't know where these people came from, nor did she know their purpose. More importantly, she had not decided how to deal with Li Yihuan. Although she was somewhat unwilling, she had to make a choice because of the pressing situation.

"Oh my God! It's the army, what are they going to do?" a guard shouted in horror.

Dong Meir frowned and looked very complicated when she heard this. She glared at Li Yihuan fiercely and said in a cold voice, "Let's go."