The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

A gloomy atmosphere quietly enveloped the entire square, creating an inexplicable sense of oppression.

The once bright sky instantly turned dark and gloomy, as if covered by a thick layer of dark clouds.

A dazzling bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, illuminating the entire square and giving people an ominous feeling.

As the lightning disappeared, a group of people dressed in strange clothes appeared in the center of the square, numbering about twenty or thirty.

These people appeared out of nowhere, as silently as ghosts.

Their clothes were embroidered with strange symbols and patterns, and they all wore ghost-like masks, completely covered up. They held various strange objects in their hands and muttered incantations.

Wang Xiyue felt that although the sound was not loud, it struck her heart directly, making her feel uncomfortable all over, as if her soul was about to leave her body.

At the very front of this group stood a person dressed in a black robe, with his head and face covered by a cloth. His cold eyes revealed a hint of evil and cruelty.

He was hunched over, holding a pure black stick. Underneath his wide black robe, it was impossible to tell his age, gender, or appearance.

Judging from this setup, they're clearly a group of cult members.

Upon seeing this, Lin Fengxiao felt a strong sense of vigilance. However, he still stared fearlessly at the group of uninvited guests and shouted, "Who are you? What do you want?"

His voice echoed in the square, carrying a firm and authoritative tone.

Today, he not only has to consider the sect's interests, but also the responsibilities of the newly appointed leader of the martial arts alliance.

The man in black robes let out a disdainful and hoarse sneer: "I think you so-called righteous sects are becoming more and more useless. You fight so endlessly for a mere position as the leader of the martial arts alliance, and your strength is so pathetic. In that case, I'll take this position!"

Judging from that hoarse, aged voice, he must be a man in his fifties or sixties.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black robes slowly began to swing the stick in his hand, with just two simple movements.

Then, an unexpected effect occurred: an invisible whirlwind roared out and rushed towards Lin Fengxiao.

Lin Fengxiao nimbly dodged to the side. The black-robed man's martial arts were strange, and he dared not be careless. He immediately used all his skills to engage in a fierce battle with the opponent.

In an instant, the righteous and the evil factions started fighting at the same time.

The scene instantly descended into chaos, with almost all martial arts practitioners drawing their swords to help and joining the fight against the cult members.

Dongfang Yu immediately shielded Xiyue behind him, then ordered Moyun and the others to quickly protect the people from the Prime Minister's residence in the center, preparing to retreat.

"Attention everyone! Leave immediately."

This was the first time Wang Xiyue had seen the guards of the Prince Xian's mansion so on high alert, each one on high alert. Even the Shadow Guard and other guards, who should have been hidden in the shadows, appeared one after another to protect Dongfang Yu and her.

During the three months they spent together, no matter the time or circumstance, they always appeared orderly and unhurried, even when dealing with Magistrate Ling and the pirates, they seemed to have the upper hand.

"Hey buddy, do you know these people?"

Dongfang Yu replied solemnly, "This is the God-Worshipping Cult, a veritable cult."

He paused, then continued, "This sect is very mysterious, and their abilities are extremely strange. They are neither poison, nor venomous insects, nor internal energy. The people I sent out could not find out at all what they rely on to obtain such powerful strength."

"We simply cannot fight them using conventional methods."

Wang Xiyue turned her head to meet the young man's gaze, and clearly saw the anxiety and seriousness in his eyes.

It seems unlikely that I'll escape unscathed today.

"Hey bro, what's the most effective way to deal with them?"

"The reason why cults are cults is because the techniques they practice often take an unorthodox approach," Dongfang Yu explained while fighting his enemies.

"Ordinary forces cannot deal with them. Elder Kong said that only restrictions can temporarily suppress them."

“However, it will take me at least the time it takes to brew a cup of tea to set up such a large-scale high-level restriction to trap this group of people.”

Looking at the scene before her, Wang Xiyue couldn't help but feel a sense of worry.

She saw that the upright people in the square who were fighting hard were clearly at a disadvantage, as if they were being suppressed by an invisible force.

They all looked like they were drunk, their bodies limp and weak, their fighting movements slow and ineffective. Some, though clearly uninjured, kept clutching their heads and howling in pain; others were rolling on the ground in agony, clutching their chests.

This scene was unbearable for Wang Xiyue, and she felt as if her internal organs were also starting to hurt.

These upright individuals should have been elites in the martial arts world, but now they are in such a sorry state.

Their abilities seem to be somewhat limited, preventing them from performing at their full potential.

Wang Xiyue realized that if they didn't take action to help these people, these江湖人士 (jianghu figures) would probably only face certain death today.

So she turned to Dongfang Yu and said, "Brother, go ahead and do it! Don't worry, I'll protect you."

Dongfang Yu knew that Xiyue would never stand by and watch someone die, so he decided to take a gamble and go all out.

Wang Xiyue had everyone move closer together, forming a circle to tightly protect the young man in the center.

Then, she focused intently on observing the fighting around her, trying to find a more effective counterattack strategy.

The members of the worship cult barely moved; they stood firmly in a triangular formation. Their hands moved incessantly, fiddling with their weapons, the movements resembling both striking and playing instruments.

Only three or four scattered cult members brandished weapons on the periphery of the group, initiating attacks on the others.

Wang Xiyue noticed that the weapons used by these cult members had peculiar shapes, but they all resembled musical instruments in some way.

Her heart skipped a beat. Could this be the legendary sound attack?

想到这里，她恍然大悟。

No wonder those cult members can launch large-scale attacks while standing still, and the closer people are to them, the greater the impact, while I and my companions are not obviously injured because we are standing further away.

She quickly shouted a warning: "Everyone be careful, this is a sonic attack! Do everything you can to destroy their weapons!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback, but they quickly realized that the weapon in the other party's hand was indeed suspicious, and there might really be some secret behind it.

Although they were strangers, after being reminded, everyone chose to believe them first. Upon hearing this, they all followed suit and began to work together to smash the weapons in the hands of the cult members.

Despite their discomfort, they approached the cult members, trying to take away or destroy the weapons in their hands.

Sure enough, as the cultists destroyed several musical instruments, their attack suddenly became chaotic, and Wang Xiyue and the others felt the pressure lessen a bit.

It seems that these weapons are the key tools for the cultists to launch sonic attacks, and their strength will be greatly reduced if they lose them.

Seeing this, everyone's confidence soared. They realized that this might be the cultists' weakness, and that gave them a chance to turn the tide.

As a result, more people, despite the discomfort in their internal organs, rushed forward and joined the battle, following the previous example and trying to destroy the weapons in the hands of the cultists.

However, at the same time, while Wang Xiyue's reminder helped others, it also made her the primary target of the black-robed members of the God Worship Cult.

"Unbelievable! There are actually people in this small city who know how to use sound attacks!" The cult members on the outskirts were quite surprised.

The man in black robes, his face contorted with rage, abandoned his fight with Lin Fengxiao and spoke menacingly to Wang Xiyue.

"Hehe, you're quite good, little girl, but it's a pity... Even if you've heard of this kind of technique, you still absolutely cannot break our divine skill!"

The moment the man in black robes approached, time seemed to freeze. Wang Xiyue felt as if a huge boulder had suddenly pressed down on her, and her internal organs were on the verge of shattering.

Mo Yun and An Ying reacted swiftly, appearing in front of the princess with astonishing speed and launching a counterattack.

In the blink of an eye, a fierce battle broke out between the three.

Mo Yun's longsword flashed out like lightning, its sharpness and killing intent boundless. His eyes held only a resolute determination to perish together with his opponent; he would never allow the man in black robes to harm the prince and princess in the slightest.

Shadow transformed into a black shadow, moving through the air like a ghost. His attacks were like a sudden storm, unpredictable and deadly, each strike carrying a fatal threat.

Despite being attacked by the two men, the man in black showed no sign of backing down.

He exuded a powerful aura, and the staff in his hand shimmered with an eerie light, as if endless power was pouring out to suppress the figures and strength of Mo Yun and An Ying.

In this brief but intense exchange, neither side gave an inch, and the two sides traded blows, making it difficult to determine a winner for a time.

The surrounding air seemed to be distorted by the power of the three of them, forming powerful air currents.

Wang Xiyue had heard her master mention sound attacks before, but she didn't know much about them.

Faced with this attack method, she was helpless. After all, sonic attacks are an invisible force that cannot be resisted by conventional methods.

However, she also understood that a restriction might be the only viable solution at present. Because a restriction could completely isolate all sound and breath, effectively cutting off the transmission route of the sonic attack.

The restriction acts like a sturdy barrier, blocking external interference. Its function is to block the source of sound, rendering sonic attacks impossible.

Sound attacks are inherently stealthy, existing in the form of infrasound, invisible and inaudible to humans. Yet, this invisible force contains immense destructive power, capable of harming people invisibly.

After about half a cup of tea's time, Wang Xiyue could clearly feel that Mo Yun and An Ying's auras were trembling violently, as if they might collapse at any moment.

She knew this meant their bodies were nearing their limits, and if they didn't act soon, the consequences would be dire.

She steeled her resolve, a determined glint in her eyes. She decided to take the risk, even at any cost, to try and break free from the constraints within her body and draw out that powerful and mysterious energy.

She took a deep breath, focused her mind, and tried to forcefully break through the invisible barrier. A powerful force surged within her, impacting the confinement. She gritted her teeth, enduring immense pain, but persevered.

As she struggled, the restraints began to loosen, and wisps of mysterious energy were gradually released. She felt a surge of joy and increased her efforts, hoping to break free completely.

Even if doing so would damage her body and mind, she absolutely could not allow the other party to have the opportunity to harm the people behind her who needed protection.

Dongfang Yu frowned deeply. He keenly sensed signs of dark, malevolent energy emanating from Xiyue's body, realizing the situation was extremely critical. He knew that if no action was taken quickly, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Dongfang Yu immediately gritted his teeth, gathering all his inner strength to accelerate the setting of the restriction. His fingers moved rapidly, beams of light shooting from his fingertips and merging into the surrounding space, forming a complex and powerful restriction.

"Xiyue, don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Just as Wang Xiyue was about to take a desperate gamble, she was suddenly interrupted by Dongfang Yu's deep and firm voice. This voice was like a clear spring, flowing into the depths of her heart and instantly calming her previously anxious mind.