Having battled through countless fights, even possessing the strength to contest a Great Sword Master, these two Ninth-Order Sword Peak Swordsmen met their demise just like that.
Mu Hanyan took a deep breath, relieved, thankfully, this wasnât her first time crossing swords with them; otherwise, facing such a combined sword skill with her current strength would indeed have been overwhelming.
Finally, having eliminated Jian Zhongtianâs strongest three personal guards, Mu Hanyan let out a slight sigh of relief, attended to her wounds briefly, and continued walking inward.
After all, once a major official in the Capital, Jian Zhongtianâs hidden power was probably much greater than what appeared on the surface. If she missed this opportunity, it would become harder to kill him later. Mu Hanyan absolutely couldnât let this chance slip by.
"Lord... My lord!" The guard stumbled and rushed into the courtyard again.
"What now?" Jian Zhongtian asked with displeasure.
"Theyâre dead, Senior Gao De and Senior Xinli are also dead," the guard said in panic.
"What?" The teacup in Jian Zhongtianâs hands shattered as he abruptly stood up, his eyes wide with shock.
Jiang Renyiâs death was one thing, but even Jiang Gaode and Jiang Xinli had died! When those two joined forces, they could contend with Great Swordsmen, yet they too had perished.
Who, exactly, had come?
"Quick, we must go," without the luxury of further thought, Jian Zhongtian made a decisive command.
"Thinking of running for your life now? Itâs too late," Mu Hanyanâs figure finally appeared at the entrance of the inner courtyard.
Upon seeing Mu Hanyanâs stunning face, Jian Zhongtian was taken aback; over the years, countless young girls had perished at his hands, but none compared to the girl before him.
If it were any other time, he might have been tempted, but now, he harbored not the slightest lustful thought. For he had seen Mu Hanyanâs clothes soaked in blood and sensed the thick aura of death around her.
"Sheâs injured, kill her, kill her," seeing Mu Hanyan wounded somewhat eased Jian Zhongtianâs heart, and he urgently shouted to the guards gathered around him.
"Letâs attack together and kill her," the guards, who had been scared witless, now noticing Mu Hanyanâs injuries, drew courage, and drew their longswords, charging at Mu Hanyan.
Mu Hanyan gave a cold laugh. Despite her severe injuries, how could these few guards possibly pose a threat to her?
Sword raised, sword fell! Blood splattered, scattering through the air!
In the blink of an eye, the guards were slain, with not a single one left alive.
The dense smell of blood hit her face, but Mu Hanyan did not feel sick, like other swordsmen killing for the first time would. She bore no hesitation or contradiction, not even a hint of pity.
Even at the tips of her fingers, there wasnât the slightest tremble.
In this moment, she was no longer the playboy heiress of Heishi City but rather a seasoned Sword Saint who had survived life and death, experienced countless joys and sorrows, her heart as steely as her resolve.
This was the real Mu Hanyan.
"Donât kill me, I have no quarrel with you, who sent you to kill me? How much did they pay you? Iâll double it, no, ten times, a hundred times," seeing Mu Hanyan approach with her blood-stained body, Jian Zhongtian collapsed to the ground, trembling and pleading pitifully.
He was certain, he had never seen the girl with a smile as beautiful as a flower yet as ruthless as she was at this moment. The only possibility was that she was a professional assassin hired with a substantial bounty by an enemy.
He wasnât ready to die; he had plenty of money and didnât care about riches as long as he could live.
Regrettably, he was mistaken.