Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

The convoy was speeding through the valley. The surrounding rock walls stood like blades, emitting a faint cold light, as if ready to tear everything apart at any time.

Feng Qingyue stood at the front of the convoy, her eyes as cold as the stars in the night sky, but in her heart she had already begun to calmly analyze the enemy's layout.

She knew that the battle just now was just the enemy's attempt to lure them into a more complex trap.

Although the assassins retreated temporarily, it was obvious that the forces behind them were well prepared.

That invisible threat was like a ghost, always hovering around the convoy and ready to attack again at any time.

"They won't give up easily." Jun Lingyuan walked to Feng Qingyue's side and whispered with a hint of worry in his tone, "If we continue on this path, it will probably be even more dangerous."

Feng Qingyue raised her brows slightly, her eyes sweeping across the surrounding valleys. She said calmly, "The enemy's traps won't be limited to this one. The faster we move, the faster we can force them out of their hiding place."

"What you mean is..." A hint of alertness flashed in Jun Lingyuan's eyes.

Feng Qingyue nodded, her eyes sharp as a knife. "They couldn't possibly have just sent these assassins to deplete our strength. Since they're targeting us, the mastermind behind this must be hiding in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Yuxiao suddenly jumped down from the hillside on one side, as fast as the wind, "There is movement ahead." His tone was calm and brief.

Feng Qingyue and Jun Lingyuan exchanged glances and reacted immediately. She softly ordered, "Speed ​​up! Prepare to attack!"

The convoy accelerated rapidly under her command, and the guards dispersed to form multiple lines of defense.

At the same time, a group of figures in black suddenly appeared on the mountain road ahead. They walked lightly and their breath was concealed, and they rushed towards the convoy almost silently.

If Feng Qingyue had not noticed it early, even she would have found it difficult to capture the movements of these people.

"What a good hiding skill you have." Feng Qingyue sneered with a flash of cold light in her eyes.

As the order was given, the guards in the convoy immediately entered combat status.

Sword lights and hidden weapons intertwined, and the air was filled with harsh collision sounds.

Ling Yuxiao and Jun Lingyuan galloped on the front lines, sword energy crisscrossing, wind and thunder surging. Feng Qingyue remained calm, standing in the back, controlling the overall situation.

However, this attack was clearly unusual. The enemy's coordination was exceptional, their attacks were brutal, and they were forcing the convoy back with an almost certain-killing force.

Feng Qingyue raised her brows slightly and quickly analyzed the characteristics of these assassins in her mind - they were not just ordinary killers, but more like a group of professional assassins who had undergone precise training.

"They are not just simple assassins, there must be a bigger force behind them manipulating them." Feng Qingyue whispered to herself.

At this moment, in the battle ahead, a guard was forced back by the assassin's sword energy and nearly fell off a cliff.

Feng Qingyue's pupils shrank slightly, and she immediately waved her hand and instructed: "Collect and retreat to the right mountain pass!"

The convoy began to adjust its formation and move towards the right mountain pass. At this moment, several figures flew down from the cliff like ghosts, quickly blocking their way.

The leading assassin in black walked lightly, his aura as deep as stagnant water, like a ghost on the battlefield.

Feng Qingyue's eyes instantly became sharp. She knew that this was her real opponent.

"Who are you?" Feng Qingyue's voice was cold and threatening. "Who is manipulating this chess game behind the scenes?"

The black-clad assassin slowly raised his head, revealing a stern face. His eyes were as deep as black holes, which made people feel fear at first sight.

He smiled faintly: "Since you have noticed it, why don't you come with me and meet the owner behind it?"

Feng Qingyue raised her eyebrows slightly, a surge of anxiety welling up in her heart. The confidence and pride in the assassin's eyes made her realize that this was no ordinary mission.

The power behind it was far more powerful than she had imagined.

Just as Feng Qingyue was about to continue asking, suddenly, a strong gust of air swept past, and the stone wall on the cliff suddenly cracked, and dozens of figures jumped out from the cracks.

Then, a shrill horn sounded, deafening and echoing in the valley.

Feng Qingyue's heart suddenly sank. She knew that this battle was no longer just a fight of life and death, but more like a carefully planned chess game—a ruthless chess game with many hidden pieces already laid on the board.

"They not only want us to die, but they also want us to die knowingly." Feng Qingyue whispered, a hint of coldness flashing across her eyes.

The black-clad assassin's smile deepened. "It seems the game has already begun. Your every move is already under my control."

Before he finished speaking, the surrounding cliffs shook violently, and dozens of long-hidden mechanisms suddenly activated. Sharp arrows flew in from all directions, as dense as rain, instantly blocking the entire mountain pass.

Feng Qingyue's eyes turned cold, and she quickly turned around to command the convoy to retreat: "Clear the way, charge forward!"

Jun Lingyuan and Ling Yuxiao stepped forward almost at the same time, their figures as fast as lightning and their swords as bright as rainbows. Their figures quickly shuttled between arrows and assassins.

Every swing of the sword would take the life of an assassin. Despite this, the enemy's encirclement gradually tightened, and Feng Qingyue realized that time was running out.

"We can't delay any longer." Feng Qingyue quickly made a decision and whispered, "Prepare for a breakthrough!"

She swung her sword to repel a black-clad assassin, then led her guards forward.

Jun Lingyuan and Ling Yuxiao followed closely behind, their sword lights intertwined, and the battlefield was filled with flying sword shadows and broken air currents.

However, at this moment, a cold voice came from the air: "You can't escape."

Feng Qingyue looked up suddenly and saw a figure in a white robe standing on a cliff in the distance. The man had his hands behind his back, his expression calm and composed, as if all this turmoil had nothing to do with him.

He spoke slowly, his voice as cold as ice: "Your fate has long been determined."

Feng Qingyue's eyes suddenly focused - finally, the real mastermind of the chess game showed up.