After traveling through time, I became a princess in ancient times

Du Wenxuan shuttled through the narrow passage, avoiding the fierce attack from Dong Yuhong and Sun Erniang.

The folding fan in his hand sometimes turned into a shield to block the attack of the double knives and the long sword, and sometimes turned into a sharp blade to clash with the weapons, sparking a series of sparks.

However, Du Wenxuan couldn't bear to attack Sun Erniang, and every time he dodged, he seemed so deliberate. This made Erniang feel even more disgusted. Thinking of the scene of Mutou's tragic death, her anger grew stronger, and her swift sword moves were full of determination to kill.

Dong Yuhong followed closely behind, with her two swords following closely behind.

Under the combined attack of the two, Du Wenxuan was forced to retreat.

Ren Chenxi, who was standing aside, looked solemn and said slowly: "In fact, I have long noticed that there is something strange and weird in Du Wenxuan's words and deeds. If it is true as Second Lady and Miss Dong said, then he is the real mastermind behind this turmoil, a conspirator who intends to bring chaos to the martial arts world and the royal family."

The true dragon energy in his body began to stir, and his body emanated a faint golden light that ordinary warriors could not see.

Xia Yurou and Du Wenxuan naturally noticed this subtle change. After being shocked, they quickly adjusted their mindset. This is what a powerful master should be like.

But Xia Yurou was really angry and growled, "Du Wenxuan is so abominable. He has fooled everyone around. I want to seek justice for Mentou and Lengzi myself."

As soon as she finished speaking, she moved, like an arrow from a bow, wanting to rush forward and tear off Du Wenxuan's mask.

Just as she was about to step into the battle circle, the maid beside her was frightened to death. She quickly stretched out her hand to stop the princess: "Miss, no, it will be too dangerous if you get pregnant. Although I am not talented, please let me go."

At this moment, Nightingale suddenly appeared in front of Xia Yurou, still exuding a dangerous aura that could not be ignored.

"Princess Bei, you shouldn't have taken this risk."

She raised her hand slightly, signaling Xia Yurou to calm down, but her cold eyes were already fixed on Du Wenxuan who was fighting with Sun Erniang and Dong Yuhong not far away.

"You haven't discovered Du Wenxuan's identity yet?"

Xia Yurou was stunned by the question, and suddenly thought of something: "Could it be that Du Wenxuan is the Mu Bai who injured you!"

"Yes, he is the Fatal Scholar... Mu Bai."

After listening to the conversation between Yeying and Rou'er, Ren Chenxi's brows were furrowed and almost squeezed into a line. He said in a deep voice: "A killer is indeed like a sharp blade. He only cares about life and death, not the reason. But Mu Bai, or Du Wenxuan, his actions have some unspeakable purpose, and perhaps there is a deeper identity."

After that, he shouted at Du Wenxuan coldly: "It has come to this, do you still want to continue pretending?"

Upon hearing this, Du Wenxuan suddenly jumped up, and the folding fan in his hand turned into a dazzling halo, which not only easily repelled the attacks of Sun Erniang and Dong Yuhong, but also drew brilliant tracks in the air, like the brightest meteor in the night sky, but carrying deadly danger.

He stood proudly in front of everyone, waving his folding fan gently. There was no trace of a scholar on him anymore. Instead, he exuded a frightening and majestic aura of a king.

"I am the prince of the Western Zhou Dynasty, the child that Ren Tian did not kill back then. Fortunately, my master saved me."

Ren Chenxi's face darkened: "You...you are the remnant of the Western Zhou Dynasty? You are hiding so deeply, what is your plan?"

"Ren Tian led his troops to destroy our Western Zhou. This feud is irreconcilable. I swear to make his descendants pay with blood."

"So you planned all this, killing so many people and causing chaos in the martial arts world, just for your own personal revenge?"

Xia Yurou quietly approached Nightingale and asked in a low voice, "Yingzi, what kind of place is Xizhou?"

A trace of solemnity flashed across Nightingale's eyes, and she explained softly, "Western Zhou is a small hidden country that does not care about worldly affairs."

"Why massacre a small country that is not fighting against the world?"

Xiaoxue was afraid that the princess would say something wrong and anger the prince, so she quickly leaned over to her ear and whispered, "Miss, please stop talking. He is our prince's father, the previous Dragon Lord."

Xia Yurou frowned, her eyes full of confusion, and asked in astonishment: "How could the father-in-law... do such a thing?"

Ren Chenxi said with a complicated expression: "Rou'er, things in this world are often not as simple as they seem. Although the Western Zhou Dynasty is small, it hides the secrets of ancient treasures that are enough to shake the world. Father was deceived by villains back then, thinking that the Western Zhou Dynasty was secretly accumulating strength to overthrow the royal family. In addition, the Western Zhou royal family acted low-key, which led to a big mistake."

Du Wenxuan laughed crazily and said, "If Ren Tian wasn't so greedy, how could he have easily believed the slander and slaughtered the entire Xi Zhou family?"

"How many innocent people have you buried with you in the past life? Isn't their blood enough to quell your hatred? A truly powerful person should have the world in mind, instead of destroying the peace of others with personal grudges."

"This imperial mausoleum is where you will be buried."

Du Wenxuan's figure flashed suddenly, and the air was almost torn apart when he waved the folding fan, causing bursts of breaking sounds.

The true dragon energy in Ren Chenxi's body surged, forming a golden protective shield, protecting Xia Yurou tightly behind him.

Xiaoxue tightly grasped the whip, her hands trembling slightly due to the force, but her eyes were extremely firm. She protected the princess tightly behind her, as if she was her last line of defense.

At this moment, Du Wenxuan had completely unleashed the terrifying power of a mid-stage Grandmaster. Each of his strikes was enough to shake the mountains and rivers, and he easily defeated Dong Yuhong and Sun Erniang.

In order to prevent Princess Bei from getting hurt, Nightingale instantly turned into a shadow and fought with Du Wenxuan.

But the gap between the two was too obvious. Although Nightingale was fast enough to take the enemy's head in an instant, Du Wenxuan's strength was far above her!

It was extremely difficult for Nightingale to resist every time. Her two swords trembled, sparks flew, and she was beaten back repeatedly by Du Wenxuan.

Xiaoxue was shocked by the fight and her eyes widened. She looked at the two people fighting in disbelief and asked in a trembling voice, "He...how can he be so strong?"

Xia Yurou bit her lower lip tightly and explained, "The middle stage of Grandmaster is a realm beyond the imagination of warriors, and Nightingale is only a strong man in the late stage of Dark Power. The two are separated by two levels, and their strengths are very different after all."

As it spoke, the nightingale left a trail of afterimages in the air, which collided with Du Wenxuan's folding fan, creating a dazzling light.

But every time the two of them clashed, Nightingale's body would involuntarily retreat. Her black martial arts skirt was torn by the folding fan, and blood oozed from many wounds.

Du Wenxuan raised a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth, with a playful light flashing in his eyes. He slowly walked to the front of Nightingale and tapped his palm lightly with his folding fan, making a crisp sound.

"You are recognized by the people in the martial arts world as the king of the dark night, killing people without being seen. It seems that you are just that today."

Nightingale half-knelt on the ground, her knees slightly bent, yet as solid as a rock. Her eyes were as cold as ice, and she clenched her two knives tightly, with the tips of the knives trembling slightly. It was a confrontation of the limits of strength and will.

Blood slid down her arm, dripped onto the cold ground, and bloomed into strange red flowers.

"In troubled times, the strong are respected. If you submit to me and kill King Beiling, I will spare your life."

Nightingale remained silent and still prepared for battle.

Du Wenxuan suddenly felt murderous, and he gathered his powerful internal strength in his palms, and blasted towards Nightingale with destructive force.

At this moment of life and death, in order not to make Rouer sad, Ren Chenxi decided to save the cold-blooded killer.

His body was as fast as lightning, crossing several feet in an instant, and his palm collided with Du Wenxuan's palm in mid-air.

The two powerful forces suddenly stirred up a circle of air waves visible to the naked eye, as if even the space was shaking at this moment.

With their first confrontation, the true dragon energy hidden in Ren Chenxi's body was completely aroused. Golden light shone brightly around his body. An illusory golden dragon rose into the air from behind him, circling around him, and the dragon's roar resounded throughout the entire imperial mausoleum.

The golden dragon revealed its sacred and inviolable majesty, and covered its emperor with a layer of indestructible armor.