Chapter 231: Chapter 231

Three against one, with flashing blades and sword shadows, the clash of weapons muted, the battle intense.

For a moment, the outcome is hard to determine.

Nangong Jue slightly furrows his brow as he watches the four evenly matched, his gaze inscrutable.

It’s not surprising; his guards are unmatched, one in a hundred skilled warriors, and his Hidden Guards have been meticulously trained over the years to become fierce fighters.

Yet now, his two Hidden Guards and one close guard can’t defeat even a single assassin?!

Nangong Jue watched the battle for a while before speaking coldly.

The three men were secretly startled: Is the master angry?

Yet the origins of this intruder are unknown, the martial arts are so high! Unable to be subdued for a moment!

While they were anxious, another two Hidden Guards appeared from the shadows.

They wielded long knives, attacking the man in black attire.

At that moment, a fierce and dominating palm wind broke through the air, splitting towards the two Hidden Guards with the force of a thunderstorm.

The strong momentum was like a torrent, pushing them back several steps before they steadied themselves.

A man in red attire, wearing a silver fox mask, appeared atop the roof out of thin air.

Treading on green tiles, backed by the bright moon, his robe fluttered in the wind, with the boundless sky as a backdrop, ethereal and enchanting beyond words.

The two Hidden Guards swiftly exchanged a glance, adjusted their techniques, coordinated seamlessly, and attacked the masked man in red.

But the martial prowess of the man in red was clearly far surpassing that of the man in black.

Facing him, the two Hidden Guards felt the domineering and wild palm wind was solid like blades and weapons, coming with the force of a mountain, not to say resist, but overwhelmed so thoroughly that it left no room to counter!

They both fell from mid-air in succession, spitting out a mouthful of blood as they hit the ground.

Nangong Jue stood with hands behind his back, looking distantly at the man in red standing on the roof, his brow slightly knitted, his expression deeply hidden.

The two Hidden Guards wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, gripped their knives tightly, and charged forward again.

The man in red leaped from the roof, his figure seemed to come riding the wind from the void, with the distant stars and rivers as a sequence, like an immortal, more like a demon.

Through the passage of his red robe, everything dimmed and faded. The two Hidden Guards, still in mid-assault, were bounced off by an invisible barrier and flew far away, landing heavily.

In the quiet of the night, the dull thumps were particularly heavy.

At the same time, the guard with the knife was also knocked out of the battle, fell to the ground, and spat out fresh blood.

Nangong Jue had only brought four Hidden Guards and one guard tonight; now, three were severely injured and lost their fighting ability.

Nangong Jue slowly narrowed his eyes, looking at the man in red walking towards him.

"The one who will kill you."

His voice was pleasant, lazy, coldly alluring, and carried an air of disdain.

Nangong Jue let out a cold laugh, "Just you?"

As the three words landed, the man’s wrist turned, his slender fingers like jade, an invisible force gathered in his palm, swirling up the fallen leaves from the ground.

The dead leaves, seemingly alive, rose with the wind, madly rushing to his palm-gathered force, transforming into countless dancing spirit butterflies surging towards Nangong Jue as he raised his hand.

Covering the sky like a flood, they instantly submerged his figure.

A strange red light appeared suddenly around Nangong Jue, like a red halo encircling him.

It was like a barrier, protecting him.

Nangong Jue’s eyes, originally as black as Mo Yu, turned into a sinister blood-red, eerie under the moonlight.

The fluttering leaves collided with the red barrier, emitting a loud bang, scattering like bursting fireworks.

Nangong Jue raised his hand, his sleeve fluttering, a palm wind tinged with strange red light stormed towards the man in red.

A low, casual laugh sounded in the wind.

Then came a heavy thud as the two hit palms in the air, and in an instant, the sky changed color.

The massive shockwave sent dust flying, and leaves rolled wildly in the sky, even the tiles on the rooftops along the road roared.

The injured subordinates of the Crown Prince were unfortunately affected, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood again.

The three, who hadn’t yet determined victory, also fell from mid-air consecutively, retreating several steps before barely steadying themselves.

The corners of their mouths had crimson blood oozing out.

The man in black attire glanced at the two Hidden Guards opposite, hesitated for a moment, clasped fists, "Yes!"

The next moment, his figure disappeared like a ghost, merging into the endless night.

A patch of drifting clouds half-covered the moonlight, and the world suddenly darkened, the wind seemed stronger than before.

Nangong Jue was the first to make a move, drawing the Soft Sword coiled at his waist, wielding sword flowers, thrusting straight at the red-clad man’s throat vitals.

The man in red lightly curled his lips, sneered disdainfully, suddenly having a folding fan in his hand, the fan handle like a sword, blocking freely, the fan unfolded, sweeping across thousands.

In the battle of experts, it was like divine beings fighting, the techniques invisible, nor could one see how they struck or countered, exchanging dozens of moves in a moment.

Both displayed Qinggong, fighting on the wind, mid-air only seen was the red robe fluttering, like an immortal or a demon, accompanied by black shadows like spectral ghosts.

Intermingled among them were flashes of sword light, the clangs and muted hums of metal clashing.

On the ground, sand flew and stones rolled, smoke and dust billowed, blinding the eyes.

The man in black attire who had been ordered to retreat saw the battleground had moved away, so he quietly reappeared, swiftly knocking out the injured subordinates of the Crown Prince. Dıscover more novels at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝕟𝕖𝕥

This nocturnal brutal duel, perhaps by dawn everything would return to calm, as if nothing had happened.

The moon obscured by clouds reappeared in the sky above, shedding its moonlight upon the world.

Nangong Jue fell to the ground, one hand clutching his chest, cough lightly, a trace of crimson blood at the mouth’s corner.

And on his left shoulder was embedded a silver meteor dart.

The man in red stood three steps ahead, riding the wind, looking down from the bright moon and long wind at him.

"Who would have thought that the renowned for governance and compassion Crown Prince Tianchu, has such high martial prowess, truly an outstanding talent."

This was indeed true, Nangong Jue’s martial arts were exceptionally high, ranking on the Jiuzhou expert list.

Yet spoken by that person under such circumstances, anyone hearing it would feel it’s an insult and ridicule.

Nangong Jue narrowed his eyes, gripped the meteor dart right-handed, and suddenly exerted force to pull it out.

Meanwhile, he infused Inner Strength secretly, threw it backhanded, aimed at the red-clad man’s heart.

The meteor dart moved like a rainbow, yet the man in red easily avoided it, but the Crown Prince was not so at ease.

At the moment of releasing the meteor dart, he felt sharp pain in his chest, a surge of blood rose, forcing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Nangong Jue abruptly looked up at the person before him, gritting his teeth, "Did you poison me?"

The man in red curled his thin lips, his tone leisurely, "Surprised? Unexpected?"