Han Miaozhen stood there, with a shadow cast on the ground.
Suddenly, without Han Miaozhen noticing, the shadow lightly quivered, and immediately a figure leapt out straight from Han Miaozhenās shadow.
Shua~
Han Miaozhen felt a slight breeze behind her, and for some reason, all the hairs on her body stood on end. Han Miaozhen felt an aura of terrifying killing intent enveloping her.
Shua!
Han Miaozhen quickly lowered her head, and with a swish, saw her hair bun and hood drop smoothly.
At the same time, a gust of wind soundlessly targeted her throat.
Han Miaozhen was greatly alarmed and immediately employed a technique, igniting a terrifying Phoenix True Fire, causing the approaching shadow to grunt and retreat directly.
Repelled by the Phoenix True Fire.
However, Han Miaozhen still felt pain in her shoulder and discovered that her shoulder had been cut open with a hole.
Shua!
Phoenix True Fire, with a whoosh, spread out in a great ring of fire. The person retreated directly, seemingly capable of the Shield Wall Technique, disappearing into thin air upon touching the wall.
But Han Miaozhen knew he hadnāt disappeared, just concealed within the darkness.
Han Miaozhen felt a sensation like a fishbone stuck in her throat and a prickling feeling on her back.
She was restless, ignoring the wound on her shoulder, focusing all her attention on observing her surroundings.
"My friend, please show yourself!"
Han Miaozhen called out, but there was no response, as if the person didnāt exist.
Everything around was silent, but Han Miaozhen knew this was a terrifying assassin; barking dogs donāt bite, and such silent figures are the most frightening.
Just moments ago, if it werenāt for her inner alarm and timely duck, that blade would have taken her head off.
Han Miaozhen touched the back of her head, feeling a cold patch where a chunk was cut off by the assassin.
She widened her eyes, vigilantly scanning her surroundings, wondering where they were.
But the person seemed to have truly vanished, refusing to respond; Han Miaozhen could only grit her teeth, tense and alert.
The opponent was extremely patient, like a cat toying with a mouse, remaining motionless.
He didnāt move, so Han Miaozhen couldnāt move. It was a delicate balance; the shadow was searching for her flaw, and Han Miaozhen had to hide her vulnerabilities, not letting him find them.
Moreover, this assassin seemed to have mastered an extremely advanced concealment technique.
Even able to hide within the shadow of darkness, undetected.
Han Miaozhen had never heard of such a master, and with his skills, he must be in the Molten Furnace Realm. Such abilities couldnāt remain obscure, yet she hadnāt heard of him.
Indeed, this was the hidden Molten Furnace Realm tribute assassin under Ruyang Kingās command!
His mission today was to kill Han Miaozhen, who had secretly infiltrated Longxing Prefecture.
Han Miaozhen was truly in a predicament now.
Just then, someone slowly walked through the alley.
The two met directly.
Han Miaozhen frowned, thinking, "What unfortunate timing."
The other person was also stunnedāit was Chen Jiusi.
Chen Jiusi was a bit confused at this moment, thinking he should buy a lottery ticket with such odds. He was planning to take a shortcut through the alleys, never expecting to run into Han Miaozhen head-on.
Indeed, it was quite an unfortunate coincidence.
Chen Jie took a step back, preparing to run.
But he hesitated, realizing Han Miaozhen didnāt seem able to move.
Chen Jie stood there, observing everything carefully, noticing the ground scorched by fiery fire.
He furrowed his brows.
Something was amiss.
Chen Jie wasnāt in a hurry to leave, standing there saying, "Han Dharma King, youāre quite bold, walking openly in Longxing Prefecture, arenāt you afraid of being caught by the court?"
Upon hearing this, Han Miaozhen said with a dark expression, "If you donāt want to die, get lost."
Chen Jie looked at Han Miaozhen, saying, "Han Dharma King seems to be afraid of something. Need help?"
Han Miaozhen frowned, "Chen Jiusi, I donāt want to deal with you today, but donāt test my patience, or you will die today."
Chen Jie replied, "Oh, so Iām being let off, guess I was right, Han Dharma King canāt move, right?"
"None of your business!"
Chen Jie said, "Such a temper, fine, take your time, Iāll be on my way."
Chen Jie swaggered away, while the shadow assassin hidden in darkness did nothing because Chen Jie wasnāt his target, plus Chen Jie wore the official clothes of the Director of Military Affairs.
Heās one of their own.
So Chen Jie swaggered off, and meanwhile, not far on another street.
Song Yuanqiao looked at the blue-eyed, hook-nosed man in thick robes and said, "Qincha Eight Guards?"
The man laughed, "Ha, Hero Song, so knowledgeable, you actually remember us, the Qincha Eight Guards."
"But now, Iām just a mere spectator."
He chuckled, and Song Yuanqiao remarked, "A spectator, ha, the mighty Royal Guard reduced to a spectator, how laughable. Or does the Emperor no longer need your guard, and youāre free to roam?"
Song Yuanqiao spoke further.
Indeed, Song was rather surprised to see a member of the Qincha Eight Guards here.
After all, they are prestigious Royal Guards, protecting the Emperor.
The Qincha Eight Guards are mainly composed of Semu People.