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

The manor was heavily guarded, and the patrolling soldiers were like well-trained mechanical puppets, their steps perfectly synchronized.

Every half-cup of tea time, an orderly alternation takes place.

The footsteps echoed rhythmically on the stone pavement, firm and powerful.

In an instant, the magnificent pavilion was bathed in intense light, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.

The luminous pearls embedded in the walls emitted a soft glow, complementing the hanging glass palace lanterns, and the luxurious carpets covered the floor, exuding extravagance.

In the center of the attic, the assassin in black knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling slightly with fear, his forehead pressed against the ground, not daring to look directly upwards.

At this moment, he was begging for mercy from a beautiful woman.

His voice trembled with fear as he hurriedly said, "Holy Maiden, spare us! My operation failed because someone suddenly broke in. That person's martial arts were beyond imagination; we were no match for him at all. We had no choice but to let Xiao Ji escape."

On the high seat, the woman was dressed in a golden gauze, her face half-covered by a veil, revealing only her beautiful eyes.

Upon hearing the assassin's report, she raised her eyebrows, parted her lips slightly, and coldly said, "What a bunch of useless trash! You can't even handle such a small matter. What use are you to me?" As she spoke the last word, the murderous intent in her eyes was like a tangible blade, piercing straight at the assassin kneeling on the ground.

The assassin trembled with fear, shaking like a leaf in the autumn wind.

Just then, the saintess seemed to be struck by lightning, and suddenly realized something.

Her eyes were sharp as an eagle's as she asked in a stern voice, "Since you were all wiped out, how did you get back?"

The sound seemed to carry the chill of winter frost, icy and biting.

The assassin was startled by the sudden question, but quickly regained his composure and replied, "Your Majesty, I escaped when that person was off guard, intending to report this to you as soon as possible so that you can take precautions."

As he spoke, he raised his head, his face plastered with a fawning smile and his eyes full of flattery, attempting to dispel the murderous intent in the saintess's eyes with his so-called "loyalty."

But when the saintess heard his words, a cold glint flashed in her originally beautiful and charming eyes.

She stared at the assassin and asked, enunciating each word clearly and deliberately, "You mean, you escaped back when they weren't looking?"

Although the voice wasn't loud, it carried a chillingly oppressive quality.

The assassin was completely unaware of the gravity of the situation; his mind seemed to be out of control, and he nodded subconsciously.

However, the guards beside the saintess suddenly attacked like ghosts.

A flash of cold light appeared, and the sharp blade was drawn.

In the blink of an eye, the assassin's life was ended with precision.

The assassin didn't even have time to scream before he collapsed to the ground, blood spreading rapidly across the carpet.

"What a fool. The opponent is highly skilled in martial arts, how could he have let you escape so easily?" The guard expressionlessly returned the sword to its sheath, then bowed respectfully to the Holy Maiden and said, "Holy Maiden, this place is not safe to stay any longer. I will escort you away immediately."

The saintess snorted coldly, her eyes sweeping indifferently over the assassins, and said with disgust, "Send word to everyone to move. There can be no trace left here."

The guards understood what she meant.

Nothing can erase the traces more completely than a fire.

However, they were still a step too late.

Just as the saintess was about to leave, a ghostly figure silently appeared at the doorway.

The newcomer's clothes fluttered in the breeze, as if lifted by a gentle wind, each movement exuding an indescribable agility.

His long, ink-black hair cascaded freely over his broad, muscular shoulders, rising and falling slightly with his breath, exuding a deadly allure.

However, in stark contrast to his unparalleled demeanor, the killing intent emanating from him was like the biting wind of a cold winter's day, chilling and icy, freezing the air as if it were about to solidify. Even the seasoned saintess couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart and dared not underestimate him in the slightest.

With just one glance, the Holy Maiden, relying on her years of experience in the martial world and her keen intuition, instantly recognized the man's identity.

"You are a demon..." she murmured, her voice trembling slightly.

That was a fear that came from the depths of one's heart.

Mei gently raised her right hand and chuckled softly, like the gentlest breeze in spring, yet carrying endless allure that pierced straight to the heart: "Since you actually recognize me, you should know my rules. If you were to commit suicide in front of me, I might still leave you with a whole corpse."

The voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, like a vengeful ghost from the underworld demanding a life.

The saintess's expression changed drastically, and she involuntarily took two steps back.

His face showed a look of terror.

"Someone, someone..." the saintess cried out in a panic.

Almost instantly, more than a dozen guards appeared silently in the pavilion and quickly protected the saintess behind them.

These guards were agile and sharp-eyed, exuding a chilling aura; it was clear at a glance that they were well-trained elites.

The saintess glanced coldly at the demon, her eyes blazing with killing intent, and without hesitation, she ordered sharply, "Stop her!"

At his command, all the guards charged towards Mei like arrows released from a bow.

Their movements were synchronized and perfectly coordinated, the sharp blades in their hands gleaming coldly under the lights.

However, Mei remained motionless, like a statue.

Facing the group of guards who pounced on him like hungry wolves, he remained calm and didn't even blink.

A mocking smile lingered at the corners of his lips, as if silently ridiculing their overestimation of their abilities.

Just as the guards were about to close in, Mei suddenly moved, but instead of engaging them, she quickly retreated.

His movements were as light as a ghost; with a light touch of his toes, he floated in mid-air, his clothes fluttering in the wind, like a black crow spreading its wings in the dark night.

The guards felt a chill run down their spines and a cold shiver run down their spines when they saw this.

He couldn't help but marvel inwardly. Truly worthy of the renowned Mei, her lightness skill was truly divine and extraordinary.

If he were to retaliate at this moment, I fear that none of them present would be able to escape, and they would all perish here.

Strangely, Mei only dodged and weaved, skillfully avoiding every attack from the guards as she dodged left and right. She looked like a lazy cat playing with a group of panicked mice, full of amusement and playfulness.

Suddenly, one of the guards felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had realized something, and his face turned deathly pale: "Could it be that he's stalling for time?"

Once the thought flashed through my mind, it spread rapidly like wildfire.

The guards all turned to look behind them, in the direction the Holy Maiden had fled. They were all stunned for a moment, and then someone cried out in alarm, "Oh no! There's still one person! The Holy Maiden is in danger!"