Return of the Pearl

These killers dressed in black seemed to be driven by some evil force and had no regard for their own life or death. They had only one obsession in their hearts, which was to put Qianlong to death. Qianlong's secret guards tightly guarded him in the middle. However, due to the difficulties and dangers of the journey to Shandong, the secret guards had suffered great losses, and now there are only six secret guards left.

In this tense atmosphere, the secret guards and the killers started a brutal and desperate fight. The flashes of swords and shadows of knives flashed through the air like lightning, and the shouts of killing and the sounds of weapons clashing intertwined, roaring in the ears like thunder.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, which made people feel nauseous. The killers kept rushing towards the secret guards like a surging tide. The secret guards were not afraid at all. They fought the enemy with their iron will and superb martial arts.

Each of their movements was filled with power and determination, and each swing of their swords was laced with unstoppable momentum. The clang of swords clashing was incessant, and sparks flew everywhere, like the brilliant sparks of this brutal battle.

The guards' bodies were covered in deep wounds, blood gushing out like a fountain, but they still gritted their teeth and stubbornly resisted the killers' crazy attacks. Their eyes were as firm as a rock, and they had only one belief in their hearts, that is to protect Qianlong, even at the cost of their lives, without regrets.

In this life-and-death moment, every second was filled with tension and thrill, and every moment made people's hearts hang in the air. The hearts of the secret guards were filled with grief and determination. They knew that they were in a desperate situation, but they still did not retreat.

The various scenes they had experienced with Qianlong kept flashing through their minds. Those memories made them more determined to protect Qianlong. In their hearts, only one voice was shouting: "We must not let these killers succeed!"

The killers' hearts were filled with murderous intent and madness. They had only one goal, which was to kill Qianlong. Their eyes were cold and ruthless, as if they were evil spirits crawling out of hell. Their movements were swift and fierce, and every attack carried a deadly threat.

In this thrilling battle, time seemed to stand still, and every moment was filled with the choice between life and death. The figures of secret guards and killers kept flashing in the interweaving of firelight and night, as if it was a never-ending nightmare.

Fu Heng, Erkang and others chased after them like arrows from a bow. In a flash, they keenly realized that something was wrong. Fu Heng's heart suddenly surged with an indescribable uneasiness, and his tightly furrowed brows seemed to be filled with endless worries.

A trace of anxious worry flashed in his eyes, and he said to Erkang anxiously: "Erkang, the situation seems not good, we need to hurry back!" Erkang nodded slightly, his eyes were also full of anxiety and uneasiness, that look seemed to tell of his inner anxiety and worry.

They made a prompt decision and quickly changed direction, rushing back at lightning speed like wild horses.

On the way back, Fu Heng was extremely anxious. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by countless invisible hands, and every beat was filled with endless anxiety. Scenes of Qianlong facing danger kept flashing in his mind. Those pictures lingered in his heart like nightmares, making his breathing become rapid. He was even more anxious and wished he could fly to Qianlong immediately.

Erkang's eyes were full of worry and anxiety. He gripped the weapon tightly in his hand, his knuckles turned white from the force. His palms were full of sweat, but he was unaware of it. He was only thinking about protecting Qianlong.

He secretly made up his mind that even if he had to use up his last bit of strength, he would ensure Qianlong's safety. At this tense moment, every movement he made was full of determination and resoluteness, and every look in his eyes revealed his loyalty and protection for Qianlong. The posture of holding the weapon tightly seemed to be declaring to the enemy that he would fight to protect Qianlong until his death.

When they rushed back at lightning speed, what caught their eyes was the secret guards engaging in a thrilling and fierce battle with a group of men in black. Fu Heng and Erkang rushed into the battle circle without hesitation. Their figures shuttled across the battlefield like lightning, which was dazzling.

The sword in Fu Heng's hand danced like a dragon, and every time he swung the sword, it was carried with an impenetrable and sharp momentum. Wherever the sword reached, the men in black retreated. Every move he made was full of strength and determination. The swung sword seemed to carry the anger and worry in his heart, and he repelled the enemies one by one.

Erkang displayed flexible martial arts. He was agile and moved around the battlefield like a clever monkey. He skillfully used his martial arts and worked closely with the secret guards to form an indestructible line of defense. They worked together to encircle and kill these aggressive killers. Every move they made was precise and decisive, leaving the enemy nowhere to escape.

In this fierce battle, the figures of Fuheng and Erkang are like a beautiful landscape. Their bravery and superb martial arts are admirable, adding a touch of brilliant color to this battle.

The smoke of battle gradually dissipated and everything returned to calm. Fuheng and Erkang walked to Qianlong's side with slightly heavy steps. Their faces were full of fatigue, which were the traces of fierce fighting. However, their eyes still shone with a determined light, as bright and shining as stars.

Qianlong gazed at them, his heart filled with endless emotion and relief. He saw Fuheng and Erkang's persistence and dedication, and their protection and loyalty to him. His eyes were full of affection and admiration, which was an affirmation and respect for them.

At this moment, it seemed as if time had frozen, and the emotions between them flowed quietly in the air, warming each other's hearts. Fuheng and Erkang stood in front of Qianlong, like an indestructible fortress, guarding the most important people in their hearts.

Qianlong originally thought that there was no need to use soldiers anymore, so he instructed Fulun to send them back personally. However, who would have thought that there would be a killer who suddenly launched an attack? This was really beyond Qianlong's expectations, and it made him shocked and extremely surprised.

Qianlong already had a rough guess in his mind about the mastermind behind the assassination. However, guessing alone was far from enough. He knew that he must have solid evidence to support his guess in order to truly uncover the conspiracy hidden in the dark.

He pondered, those vague clues intertwined in his mind like a tangled mess, requiring him to patiently sort out and analyze. His eyes revealed determination and wisdom, which was the calmness and insight after going through ups and downs.