The Legend of the Young Swordsman: A Prequel - A Phantom Melody Embarks on a Journey Through the Mar

Its cold, indifferent eyes were like those of a demon. The guard staring at it trembled with fear, and an unidentified liquid flowed between his legs.

The appearance of this liquid was accompanied by an unpleasant, foul odor.

The smell reached Helian Yunshen's nose, and he subconsciously moved away from the guard. He never expected that he could scare someone so much that they would lose control of their bladder in the street.

He raised his hand to cover his nose and questioned the guards again.

"Take me to your so-called prince!"

Under this question, Helian Yun Shen restrained his aura as a half-step Divine Realm cultivator to some extent, but the aura he exuded still caused these people great pain.

The pain felt like being crushed by a huge boulder.

"I...I'll take you there!"

The guards who hadn't died realized that if they didn't answer, death would be their only fate. Faced with the choice between remaining silent and surviving, they followed their hearts and chose the latter.

They did not continue to adhere to the former.

"Then lead the way!"

Without saying anything else, he simply uttered these few words to indicate that he should lead the way.

The guards struggled to their feet.

She glanced at Helian Yun Shen with fear in her eyes, then looked away as if she had been frightened.

Clutching his chest and enduring the physical pain, he staggered forward with difficulty. Helian Yun Shen did not urge him on, despite his unsteady steps.

Holding a folding fan and a jade flute, he followed behind them leisurely, showing no sign of urgency.

After the group left,

The ordinary people on the street all looked in the direction Helian Yunshen had left.

"Old Meng, do you think this young hero might be in danger?"

"How could I possibly know! I just know that this young hero looks quite formidable, so perhaps there won't be any danger."

When asked, Old Meng answered Liu the butcher.

Butcher Liu patted his apron, which had been covered in grease for who knows how many years, and shared the same thought. He also felt that the young hero should be alright.

"It's hard to say! You have to know that the other party is the current emperor's uncle. He is not only very rich, but also has many experts in his mansion."

"Young hero, you are indeed very skilled, but as the saying goes, 'Even the strongest fists can't fight four hands!' If you are surrounded and attacked, you may be in danger."

The short, pancake-selling man shook his head, indicating that he wasn't very optimistic that the young hero would be able to escape unscathed.

The crowd was engaged in a variety of discussions, while Helian Yunshen, led by the guards, arrived at the so-called royal palace. The solemn and magnificent palace stood here, forming a stark contrast with the surrounding buildings.

It evokes a feeling of countless stars and a bright moon.

Go knock on the door!

Looking at the vermilion gate, Helian Yunshen pointed to one of the guards, signaling him to go and knock on the door.

The guard who was pointed at by Helian Yunshen dared not say anything and could only step forward and knock on the door.

After three knocks on the door

The vermilion gates opened, and the guards inside looked at their colleague, especially at his near-death state. Their faces showed concern, shock, and vigilance as they stepped forward to support him and inquire.

"Who beat you up like this? How dare this person hit a guard from Prince Rong's residence!"

"I did it!"

He had barely finished speaking when Helian Yun Shen's voice rang in his ears. He looked up to see who it was, only to feel a gust of wind hit him.

They hadn't even been able to see who it was yet.

He was sent flying backwards, landing on the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Quickly, someone is trying to break into the Prince's Palace!"

After spitting out blood, he disregarded everything else and immediately began shouting loudly, summoning even more people. Helian Yun Shen did not refuse.

Let these rotten fish and shrimp gather together.

They pulled out gleaming knives and pointed them at him.

Seeing that the situation was about right, he took a step forward and rushed directly in front of the group of people.

With his folding fan waving back and forth, one could see figures flying out and crashing all over the palace.

"You audacious madman, daring to act so arrogantly here! Prepare to die!"

A voice came from the side, and a young man in his twenties, holding a long sword, suddenly thrust at Helian Yun Shen.

Without turning his head, Tai Shou simply raised his folding fan.

Swing!

The folding fan landed on his face as if a tremendous force had struck.

In an instant, the man was sent flying, his head spinning back to its original position; he was beyond dead. The longsword that fell from his hand was caught by a folding fan, which then began to move.

Spin the longsword on the folding fan until it reaches a certain state, then throw the longsword directly.

The longsword that was thrown contained the power of Helian Yun Shen.

boom!

The longsword clashed with the longsword held by a man in his thirties on the left, and the two weapons exploded the moment they collided.

It turned into countless fragments.

The fragments continued to attack the knife-wielder.

Puff puff puff puff puff!

The fragments pierced through him and landed on the wall behind him, causing the sturdy wall to collapse instantly under their attack.

In just the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea,

The front courtyard of the Prince's mansion was littered with corpses, lying on the ground in all sorts of positions. The guards who had led Helian Yun Shen there were now completely terrified.

They thought this person was already very powerful when dealing with them.

Unexpectedly, dealing with them was just a game; what he was doing now was even more terrifying.

Why don't you attack?

He opened his folding fan in front of his chest, gently fanned himself, and looked at an enemy holding a long spear who was staring at him from a distance. He asked with a smile on his face.

His smile was so casual, as if he hadn't killed the people on the ground.

"Young Master Huanyin is too kind. I know my own limitations and that I would not last a single move against you, so I will not make a fool of myself."

The man with the gun, quite self-aware, replied to Helian Yun Shen, knowing Helian Yun Shen's identity. Seeing how obedient the other party was, Helian Yun Shen didn't bother to continue the killing.

Then she spoke to him.

"In that case, summon your prince! I have something to discuss with him!"

"this?"

Upon hearing such a demand, how could the man with the gun dare to call out "Your Highness"? He was terrified that if he did, Helian Yun Shen would kill the prince without any reason.

If the prince dies, these people will be held accountable and will be purged by the Xiao clan.

"What do you mean 'what do you mean 'what do you mean 'what do you mean 'what do you mean '?' Just come out when I tell you to, or I'll fight my way all the way to your so-called prince and see how many bones you have left."