Who put the yellow robe on me?

As time went on, the situation of five people against two people gradually showed an advantage.

Although the two masked men's attacks were still fierce, their physical strength was obviously declining and their breathing became rapid.

Dianzhang noticed the other party's abnormality and felt happy.

At this moment, Jiang Chen reminded loudly: "They are exhausted, so we should drag the battle out and not force it!"

After hearing Jiang Chen's order, everyone deliberately slowed down their offensive and began to deal with the opponent to consume their physical strength.

They were no longer in a hurry to attack, but instead took a defensive approach, waiting for the opponent to reveal a flaw.

The sun gradually climbed up the sky, and the scorching temperature made the air hot.

Everyone's clothes had already been soaked with sweat, sticking to their bodies and bringing a heavy burden.

The two masked men's movements became increasingly slow, and anxiety and uneasiness began to show in their eyes. They knew that if they continued, they would inevitably be defeated.

The masked man with the sword gritted his teeth and thrust his sword at Dianzhang. Dianzhang caught it firmly and with a backhand stroke, cut off a piece of the man's sleeve.

Seeing this, the masked man with the knife roared and swung his knife across.

However, his strength was not as strong as before and was cleverly avoided by Deng Yunde.

The battle lasted from early morning to dusk. The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the temple, covering everything with a golden glow.

The air was filled with a faint smell of blood, mixed with dust and sweat, which made people feel depressed.

Finally, the masked man with the sword was careless and had his sword knocked out of his hand by Dian Zhang. He stumbled back, sweat dripping down his cheeks, his eyes filled with helplessness.

Seeing his companion defeated, the masked man with a knife was also knocked down by Zhou Liangwei and Deng Yunde. The big knife in his hand fell heavily to the ground with a dull "clang" sound.

The two looked at each other and saw the fatigue and despair in each other's eyes.

Jiang Chen took a step forward, his eyes calm and firm: "You have no way out, give up."

The two masked men were silent, breathing rapidly.

Dianzhang and others surrounded them to prevent them from resisting again.

The masked man holding the sword raised his head, looked at Jiang Chen with complicated eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Kill me."

Jiang Chen nodded, not even reaching out to remove the mask from the masked man. His tone was filled with authority: "Tell me, who are you? Why do you want to assassinate me?"

The masked man holding a knife snorted coldly: "Even if I tell you, you won't let us go, so why bother asking."

Jiang Chen frowned slightly: "As long as you confess, I can consider sparing your lives."

The masked man holding the sword hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed: "We are only entrusted with the task and ordered to complete it."

Jiang Chen's eyes were sharp. "Your martial arts skills are extraordinary, and you are definitely not ordinary people. If you are willing to testify for me and reveal the mastermind behind this, perhaps I can spare your life."

The masked man looked at Jiang Chen, as if he was thinking about something, but finally he sat down on the ground with his legs spread out, as if he had given up resistance.

At this moment, the wooden door of the dilapidated temple made a slight "creaking" sound, which was particularly clear in the silent air.

The door slowly opened, and a man in black walked in quietly. He was wrapped in a black nightgown, with only a pair of deep eyes exposed.

Her steps were light and silent, as if her feet were not touching the ground, and in an instant she was standing in front of everyone.

"Clang!" A crisp sound of metal collision echoed in the air.

Dianzhang instantly unsheathed his sword, pointing the tip of the sword at the man in black, his eyes filled with vigilance and surprise.

He gasped inwardly, a trace of sweat breaking out on his forehead. As a royal guard, he considered himself a master of Qinggong, on par with Xuanyuan Feiyan. He had never expected this man in black to approach so silently without him noticing.

"Who are you, the monster, that dares to trespass here?" Dianzhang's voice was low and full of majesty.

The man in black did not respond, but continued to stand quietly, his eyes calm and deep.

Jiang Chen turned his head and looked at the entrance of the dilapidated temple. There was no trace of surprise on his face, as if he had already anticipated her arrival.

Jiang Sirou stood beside Jiang Chen, gently pulled his sleeve, and whispered, "Sixteenth brother, it was her, the one who appeared near the inn last night."

Jiang Chen nodded slightly, his eyes still fixed on the man in black, and said slowly: "You are here."

The man in black said nothing, but nodded gently. Her eyes revealed a hint of hesitation and struggle, as if she had a thousand words to say but couldn't express them.

Jiang Chen asked again: "Do you have something to tell me?"

The man in black first shook his head, then nodded.

This series of reactions made everyone present even more confused.

Xuanyuan Feiyan's brows were furrowed, his hand already gripping the hilt of his sword, his eyes fixed sharply on the man in black. He whispered to Jiang Chen, "Your Highness, this man's origins are unknown, so it's best to be careful."

Han Qingsong, Feng Liyan, and Tan Erhu also looked at the man in black nervously, their palms sweating slightly. Although they were still young, they could sense a hint of danger in this atmosphere.

The strange behavior of the man in black left everyone puzzled and they didn't know what her intentions were.

However, Jiang Chen's expression remained calm, as if there was some kind of tacit understanding between him and her.

Suddenly, the black-clad figure knelt down, touching the ground with both knees, and then kowtowed three times. The sound of her forehead hitting the ground echoed in the dilapidated temple, sounding particularly heavy.

Everyone was shocked and took a step back, their expressions full of vigilance and confusion.

"What do you mean?" Dianzhang frowned and gripped the sword in his hand even tighter.

However, Jiang Chen remained calm. He sighed softly, walked towards the man in black, and said in a gentle and low voice, "You want me to let them go, right?"

The man in black slowly raised his head, his eyes full of pleading and pain.

Her eyes were red and tears were welling up in them, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. She nodded gently without making a sound.

Jiang Chen's eyes softened, and a wave of pity welled up in his heart. He knew that she had endured too much pressure and pain.

He reached out his hand, wanting to remove her mask. However, just as his fingers were about to touch her mask, the man in black suddenly raised his head, stepped back, and looked at him warily.

She quickly pulled out a dagger from behind her back, and with a cold light flashing, she pointed it directly at Jiang Chen.

"Your Highness, be careful!" Han Qingsong's heart tightened when he saw this, and he rushed forward almost instinctively.

Although he was still young and thin, he stood in front of Jiang Chen without hesitation, with his arms open, as if he wanted to protect him with his body.

Jiang Chen felt a warm feeling in his heart, and a touch of emotion flashed in his eyes. He gently patted Han Qingsong's shoulder and said softly, "It's okay."

Han Qingsong looked back at Jiang Chen, his eyes full of determination: "Your Highness, be careful!"