Poisonous Pet World: The War King's Heart-stealing Medical Concubine

However, this tranquility did not last long.

At this moment, a sharp sound of weapons clashing pierced the night sky, breaking the silence of the night.

Hua Qianyi frowned, with obvious impatience and anger on his face. He complained dissatisfiedly: "No way, they come again. They really don't give us a chance to breathe. These people are still lingering around! Brother, since you are here tonight, you have to teach them a lesson. We are really exhausted by them along the way." His words revealed his strong dissatisfaction with the upcoming battle and deep helplessness.

Jun Feimo's eyes suddenly became as cold as ice, as if they could penetrate the night, cold and sharp.

His face was gloomy and he ordered calmly: "Pass down the order immediately, everyone should be on high alert and make sure the safety of the betrothal gifts. There must not be any mistakes!" After saying that, he moved and strode out the door without hesitation, obviously ready to face this sudden attack in person.

Seeing this, Yun Shenqi felt his blood boiling and wanted to draw his sword to join Jun Feimo in the battle, but Jun Feimo stopped him.

Jun Feimo stared at Yun Shenqi and said firmly, "You are still injured, so you should not fight again. Go back and take good care of your brother. I will take care of this."

There was unquestionable determination in Jun Feimo's words.

Yun Shenqi frowned, "Your Majesty, I'm really fine, just some minor injuries..."

Looking at Jun Feimo's eyes that brooked no rejection, Yun Shenqi could only sigh helplessly. After all, with the War King here, he believed that nothing would go wrong.

Jun Feimo's figure was tall and aloof, as if blending into the night.

The soft sword hanging at the waist flickered with a faint cold light in the dim light, like a sleeping silver dragon, quietly waiting for the moment to be unsheathed.

All around, the figures of men in black were approaching quietly like ghosts. Their actions were swift and coordinated, and it was obvious that they had undergone rigorous training.

However, in Jun Feimo's eyes, all this was just a dark shadow in the night, insignificant.

"Looking for death!" Jun Feimo snorted coldly, his voice was low and powerful, and it was particularly clear in the silent night.

He slowly drew out the soft sword from his waist, and the sword body hummed softly, as if it was also looking forward to the upcoming fierce battle.

As the tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, circles of sword energy that were invisible to the naked eye rippled out with Jun Feimo as the center. Seeing this, the men in black increased their offensive instead of decreasing it, and they all used their skills in an attempt to overwhelm the opponent with their numerical advantage.

However, they underestimated Jun Feimo's strength and speed.

Jun Feimo was agile and his steps were light, and every move he made was just right to avoid the enemy's attacks.

His figure moved among the men in black like a ghost, making him elusive.

At the same time, the soft sword in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, and every swing was accompanied by a silver trajectory, precise and deadly.

"Swoosh!" A man in black paused, and a long blood mark appeared on his neck.

Blood gushed out, instantly staining the collar of the clothes red.

His eyes widened with disbelief, but it was too late to change the situation.

He fell heavily to the ground, becoming the first dead soul in the night.

Jun Feimo's swordsmanship is like a ghost, making it hard to guard against.

Each of his swords contained endless killing intent and power, and each sword was a judgment on life. The other men in black watched their companions fall to the ground in horror, their hearts filled with fear, but they did not dare to stop.

They knew that if they did not continue to attack, they would also become the souls killed by Jun Feimo's sword.

Jun Feimo didn't give them much time to think.

He shuttled among the men in black like a ghost, and every time he drew his sword, a man in black fell down.

His movements were graceful and efficient, without a single unnecessary movement.

His eyes were cold, without any mercy, only determination and killing towards his enemies.

On this bloody battlefield, Jun Feimo displayed unparalleled strength and skills.

Each of his swords represented death, and each of his swords made the enemy feel despair.

His presence made the entire battlefield even more terrifying, and also made the man in black realize what kind of opponent he was facing.

The soft sword seemed to have life in his hands, sometimes as light as the wind, sometimes as heavy as Mount Tai. Every swing was just right, showing not only his superb swordsmanship, but also his indifference and calmness towards life and death.

The night is still deep, and the inky darkness covers the entire world, as if it will swallow up all the light.

But in this endless darkness, a strong smell of blood began to spread, making people feel suffocated and frightened.

Hua Qianyi walked lightly and quietly into the backyard shrouded in the night.

In the backyard, the atmosphere was solemn and depressing. The air was filled with a strong sense of blood and indomitable will, making people feel a chill running down their spine.

The secret guards were like ghosts in the dark night, shuttling through the darkness and engaging in fierce fighting with those men in black.

Their figures appear and disappear from time to time, their movements are swift and agile, and every attack carries a deadly threat.

The sword flashed, revealing its cold edge, illuminating the dark night sky. Every clash was accompanied by the crisp sound of metal colliding, echoing in the quiet night sky, sounding particularly harsh.

In the backyard room, the betrothal boxes were placed in an orderly manner, covered with bright red silk, which was particularly dazzling in the night. These betrothal gifts symbolized the marriage between the two countries and were also a testimony to the friendly relations between the two countries.

However, at this moment, they have become the focus of this silent contest.

Hua Qianyi's eyes swept over all of this. His expression was as calm as water, but in the depths of his deep eyes, there was a glimmer of cunning light that was hard to detect. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a wicked smile: "You are really thieves who dare to destroy the betrothal gifts of the War King of Dongyang. Do you really think that doing this can prevent the marriage between the two countries? Haha, too naive!"

After saying that, Hua Qianyi suddenly waved the folding fan in his hand. There was actually a mechanism hidden between the seemingly ordinary fan ribs, and dozens of slender silver needles popped out instantly.

These silver needles flashed cold light in the moonlight, like meteors across the night sky, rushing straight towards the man in black in front with a fierce momentum.

The silver needle rushed past at an astonishing speed, leaving silver trails in the air.

They were so fast that it was almost impossible to catch their sight. Each silver needle hit the target with incredible accuracy, either hitting the vital parts or piercing the acupuncture points accurately.

The men in black groaned in pain one after another, and some even fell down on the spot, unable to get up again.

This sudden change cheered up the secret guards present.

They were already exhausted, but seeing Hua Qianyi subduing the enemy so easily, they suddenly felt a surge of confidence and courage. At the same time, those men in black who were still resisting stubbornly were also shocked by Hua Qianyi's skills, and they couldn't help but feel a little fear in their hearts.

However, the battle did not stop because of Hua Qianyi's intervention.

On the contrary, the situation has become more tense and intense.