Chapter 110: Fighting, You Leave First

As they had anticipated, the snowy ridge was riddled with ambushes set by the Shadowless Sect and Meng Tianluo.

Yun Yi had just crossed a patch of snow-covered rocky forest with Shen Qianmo when they encountered four assassins from the Shadowless Sect lying in wait.

The assassins struck with fierce, decisive blows, each move deadly and swift.

But as the renowned master of the Woyun Manor, Yun Yi was no weakling.

His sword danced with agility, his posture nimble and precise, each strike aimed at vital points, each move potentially fatal. Though outnumbered four to one, he held his ground.

This was the most efficient, straightforward way to conserve energy when facing overwhelming odds.

Despite his usual playful, self-assured demeanor, Yun Yi clearly possessed genuine skill.

The sounds of battle soon attracted several iron-armored soldiers brought by Meng Tianluo, who had been lying in wait nearby.

Seeing Yun Yi fiercely engaged with the Shadowless Sect assassins and Shen Qianmo standing alone, isolated, the armored soldiers’ faces lit up with eagerness.

Such a golden opportunity to win merit was rare indeed.

If they could capture Princess Xuan alive and present her to Prince Luo, perhaps His Highness would be pleased enough to reward them with promotions and wealth beyond their dreams.

With a rush, they surrounded Shen Qianmo.

“Qianmo, be careful!” Yun Yi’s heart raced, but four Shadowless Sect assassins had him tightly engaged; he could not break free to protect her.

One armored soldier said grimly, “Princess Xuan, come quietly with us to see Prince Luo. We won’t trouble you.”

Another grinned wickedly, “That’s right. Our prince has long been infatuated with you, Princess Xuan. Why not just join him? It’s better than sticking with that crippled Xuan Wang, ha ha...”

Suddenly, the laughing soldier caught a flash of cold light. The next moment, a sharp dagger was pressed against his neck.

“This is punishment for your insolent words,” Shen Qianmo said icily, her hand merciless. Gently twisting the dagger aside, she sliced through the soldier’s carotid artery.

His eyes widened in disbelief, but the gushing blood told a different story: this delicate-looking woman had just severed his throat with a single cut.

He tried to speak but was left speechless, collapsing heavily onto the snow with eyes wide open in shock, never to question again.

The blood spilled like blooming crimson roses against the vast snowy ground—striking, mesmerizing.

The other armored soldiers were stunned by Shen Qianmo’s skill and aura, frozen in place and unwilling to advance.

Calmly, she scanned the remaining soldiers, twirling the scalpel in her hand with composed confidence.

She trusted her own abilities and understood her strength.

She was no match for martial arts masters like the Shadowless Sect assassins, but dealing with ordinary soldiers should pose no problem.

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