The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Xiao Ji exchanged a glance with Mei, who instantly understood his intention.

With the Thunder Egg, the two could easily team up and take down these assassins.

"I'll cooperate with you this once, but don't misunderstand, I'm not afraid of them, I'm just worried about my disciple." Mei crossed her arms, looking aloof.

Mei was a ruthless demon who killed without blinking an eye, while Xiao Ji was a renowned general who protected the country and its people, and a war god revered by all.

The two men represent completely different positions and have completely different styles of doing things, so they are destined never to be able to coexist peacefully.

Xiao Ji was too lazy to waste words with Mei, so he simply threw a few Thunder Eggs at him.

Then she gestured with her chin towards him, indicating with her eyes that he should flank them from behind.

Mei's lips curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile. He reached out and caught the Thunder Egg steadily. Then, his figure floated away as lightly as a ghost, disappearing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

Before the assassins could figure out what had just happened, they were enveloped in smoke.

When the smoke cleared up a bit, they were shocked to find that Xiao Ji and Mei had both vanished without a trace.

Everyone was at a loss, looking at each other blankly, not knowing what to do.

Just then, a cold voice suddenly rang out from behind them: "Are you looking for me?"

Everyone turned around in horror, only to see Xiao Ji floating in the air, gripping a gleaming longsword tightly in his hand, exuding a chilling aura.

Behind him, a small head peeked out; it was Yan Yan.

In Yan Yan's little hands, she was holding the Thunder Egg that terrified them.

This combination of a large and a small figure sent chills down the spines of the assassins.

They already found Xiao Ji difficult to deal with, and now there's this little brat who just appeared out of nowhere.

Moreover, this brat is carrying a terrifying weapon that can easily take a person's life, making this situation extremely troublesome.

A strong sense of unease welled up in the assassins' hearts; this time, things were likely going to turn out badly.

In just a few breaths, the assassins quickly calmed down.

One of the voices, hoarse, slowly spoke: "Our master has given a death order. No matter the cost, we must ensure Xiao Ji dies without a burial place. If we fail to complete the mission, none of us will return alive."

Upon hearing this, the assassins behind him instantly ignited a bloodthirsty killing intent in their eyes.

They knew in their hearts that if Xiao Ji didn't die, then they would be the ones to die.

However, before they could make any move, Xiao Ji, wielding a long sword, charged forward with the ferocity of a tiger descending a mountain.

Wherever he passed, a chilling sword aura surged, as if an invisible giant hand was stirring up the sand and stones on the ground, sending them flying everywhere.

With the help of Yan Yan's brilliant move, and wielding the fearsome Thunder Egg, the group of assassins were suddenly rendered powerless and forced to retreat in defeat.

Seeing that the situation was extremely unfavorable to their side, these assassins were not stubborn and did not fight to the death.

A low shout rang out: "Go!"

In an instant, the assassins turned around and fled in panic.

But they had only taken two steps when they were forced to stop as if they had been frozen in place.

Three meters ahead, a sinister-looking man dressed in black and red was staring at them.

"Where are you going?" Mei's voice carried an indescribable allure, as if it possessed magic.

But when the sound reached everyone's ears, it was like a demon's curse, causing splitting headaches, as if countless needles were drilling into their heads.

The assassins' expressions changed drastically as they belatedly realized what was happening.

With Xiao Ji's skills, taking their lives would be a piece of cake.

But he didn't do that. They thought Xiao Ji was exhausted, but they didn't expect that he wanted to capture them alive with Mei.

The assassins' eyes were filled with terror. They knew that once captured alive, endless torture awaited them.

Xiao Ji's intentions were all too clear: he wanted to pry information about the mastermind out of them.

The group exchanged glances, a resolute glint in their eyes, and tacitly reached a consensus: rather than be captured alive and tortured, they would rather die a quick and painless death.

However, Xiao Ji keenly observed all of their subtle actions.

He frowned deeply and, without hesitation, threw the longsword in his hand at the group of people.

The longsword, like a silver lightning bolt, swiftly sliced ​​through everyone's wrists, instantly severing their tendons.

At the same time, Mei rushed over like a ghost, and with a light wave of his long sleeve, a strange fragrance spread out.

By the time the assassins noticed something was wrong, the strange fragrance had already entered their noses through their breath.

These actions were all completed in the blink of an eye, so fast that no one had time to react.

In the blink of an eye, the assassins' legs went weak, and they collapsed to the ground with a thud, completely losing their ability to resist.

Xiao Ji strode forward, pointed his long sword directly at the chest of an assassin, and then shouted sharply, "Speak, where is your mastermind?"

The assassin's eyes revealed an unwavering determination, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Kill me or torture me, it's up to you. Enough with the nonsense!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Xiao Ji's eyes. With a slight thrust of his longsword, he cleanly and decisively ended the man's life, giving him a swift end.

Xiao Ji had thought that his cold-blooded killing intent would intimidate the remaining assassins.

Unexpectedly, even after killing three people, not one of them was willing to reveal the location of the mastermind.

“Heh…” Mei chuckled softly, her eyes full of smugness: “You’re still too soft-hearted. This doesn’t look like interrogation; it’s like you’re helping them pass on.”

A single sword strike that kills—what else is that but a salvation?

Xiao Ji glanced at Mei with an indifferent expression: "If you have a good method, then use it. Why are you here watching me make a fool of myself?"

He has always acted with integrity and would never resort to cruel methods to torture people.

Xiao Ji did not refute Mei's mockery.

Mei was surprised that Xiao Ji didn't confront him directly, and he suddenly felt bored.

He took two steps forward, his black boots crushing the fingers of an assassin, inch by inch.

The sound of bones cracking rang out, and the assassin screamed uncontrollably, "Ah, ahh..."

With a bloodthirsty smile on her face, she looked at the assassin with an arrogant expression: "Tell me, where is the mastermind?"

The assassin screamed in agony, but showed no sign of backing down.

Even when Mei trampled his entire arm until he passed out, he didn't utter a single word.

Mei frowned; this was the first time he had encountered such a tough nut to crack.