Chapter 332
Chapter 332 What Are We To Do?
The two exchanged glances, unable to speak. Assassins? The biggest assassin was already here, so who could be approaching from outside? Lin Wanrong clasped her petite hand and asked, "Sister, you came to save me, did you bring others as well?"
An Biru shot him a glare and retorted, "What are you saying? My White Lotus sect has already been eradicated by you. Where else could I find people to rescue you? Should I go beg for help from Prince Cheng? Prince Cheng..." Her expression changed abruptly, realization dawned, she exclaimed, "Could it be Prince Cheng?"
Lin Wanrong shook his head, signaling his confusion. The capital was teeming with factions, including not only Prince Cheng, but also the Turks and Koreans, all of whom had a reason to assassinate the Emperor.
Outside, shouts and clanging of swords echoed, interspersed with screams of the wounded and the occasional thud of a body hitting the ground. The conflict was fierce. Ironically, this left fewer guards at the entrance of the heavenly prison.
"We must hurry!" An Biru decided, regardless of who was outside. She covered her face with a veil, and the two of them dashed towards the entrance.
The new wave of assassins was strikingly forceful. Most of the guards that had been defending the heavenly prison had been drawn away to confront them. A determined glint flashed in An Biru's eyes as her sword moved like a striking serpent, swiftly dispatching several guards. Lin Wanrong followed closely behind, a pistol in one hand and the bee needle in the other. Every move was a matter of life and death.
As they broke free from the prison, they looked into the courtyard, taken aback. A countless number of palace guards were encircling a hundred assassins dressed in black. A dragon chair was situated in the distance with the Emperor sitting emotionless, closely guarded by hundreds of his men.
On the contrary, the black-clad figures, their bodies marred with wounds and arrows, did not falter but seemed to fight even more fiercely. With every strike of their swords, they slew more than a dozen guards, leaving gruesome scenes behind. In the blink of an eye, they had opened a large breach in the guard's defense line.