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Chapter 1150

Large raindrops pounded on the ground, splashing up layers of water that quickly gathered into streams in low-lying areas.

The Imperial Guards reacted instantly, quickly surrounding Murong Yu. Spears formed a forest, and their black armor gleamed with a chilling light in the rain.

Rainwater streamed down their helmets and armor, soaking the ground beneath their feet.

Fortunately, many people had been dispersed. Now only Murong Yu's imperial carriage remained. The remaining people screamed in terror and ran in all directions, splashing mud and water that soiled their clothes.

The Xiao family's relatives stopped crying abruptly, their faces filled with terror, and they pulled at each other in a panic.

"Escort the women of the Xiao family to leave first," Murong Yu said calmly to Xiao Dingquan and the others.

"King Qin, you shall escort them."

Qin Mo said, "I will stay and escort Your Majesty."

“This is an order,” Murong Yu said.

Qin Mo dared not disobey, so he had no choice but to help Madam Xiao and the others into the carriage.

When most of the people have left.

The men in black slowly hid.

After a while, a dark figure shot out from the woods of the cemetery like a ghost, the sharp blade in its hand flashing coldly in the rain, heading straight for Murong Yu.

The Imperial Guards hurriedly brandished their spears to defend themselves, the dense raindrops striking their weapons with a crisp "ding-ding" sound.

Immediately afterwards, several more dark figures leaped out from different directions. They were agile and nimble, moving freely through the rain, their weapons gleaming with deadly light.

"Protect the Emperor!" Zeng Xiao appeared beside Murong Yu at some point. His eyes were like torches as he stared intently at the assassins. His long sword was drawn from its sheath, the blade wet with rainwater reflecting a cold light.

His clothes were already soaked through by the rain and clung tightly to his body, but he was oblivious to it, focused entirely on dealing with the assassin's attack.

An assassin seized a gap in the Imperial Guards' defenses, darted forward, and thrust his short dagger straight at Murong Yu's chest.

At this critical moment, Zeng Xiao leaped forward, his longsword held horizontally, and with a clang, blocked the fatal blow. The enormous impact made his arm slightly numb.

Rainwater slid down his cheeks, mixing with sweat and blood, making them indistinguishable.

More assassins surged in like a tide, engaging in fierce combat with the Imperial Guards.

Rainwater and blood mingled on the ground, forming a dark red muddy mess.

Lightning streaked across the night sky, illuminating the horrific scene on the battlefield, filled with shouts of battle and the clashing of weapons.

"Your Majesty, there has been a collapse ahead, and a portion of the Imperial Guards have been blocked."

Murong Yu's lips curved into a smile. "It's alright, we'll take a detour to the back of the cemetery to leave."

Fewer than fifty of them remained trapped in the ravine.

Indeed, they couldn't get out, and the assassins outside hadn't retreated either.

There is no shelter from the rain and no food in this place.

We need to evacuate as soon as possible.

Murong Yu and Zeng Xiao exchanged a glance and then retreated to the back mountain.

When they arrived at the back of the mountain, they found many more people in black waiting there.

Did the Cui family bring over a hundred bodyguards with them?

Everyone was stunned.

"emperor."

Murong Yu said, "No need to panic."

He wouldn't make a move until he saw Choi Yong-ha and Choi Yeon come out.

The rain poured down, and a suffocating atmosphere of gloom permeated the back mountain.

Murong Yu's bodyguards and a hundred black-clad assassins clashed instantly, their shouts of battle breaking through the rain and making people's eardrums ache.

The guards were agile and coordinated, forming a tight semicircle to protect Murong Yu behind them.

Zeng Xiao, Leng Yan, and Yingzi all rushed to the front.

The blades in their hands gleamed coldly in the flash of lightning, each swing accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

One of the burly guards wielded his long sword with incredible skill, splitting the rain into curtains of water.

He shouted and slashed at a black-clad assassin. The assassin hurriedly raised his sword to block, but with a loud clang, the force of the blow caused the assassin's hand to split open, and his sword almost slipped from his grasp.

The Cui family's assassins moved through the rain like ghosts, their attacks sharp and unpredictable.

Using the rain as cover, they slipped through the gaps in the guards' defenses like eels.