A hidden weapon missed its mark slightly, striking towards Changsun Yin's left chest. A soft cry of pain escaped him, and the jolt of it caused him to fully awaken.
His face instantly turned pale, and a bloodthirsty glint flickered in his slender eyes as he spoke with fierce cruelty.
"Who are you, you accursed wretch? How dare you try to kill this prince? Today, I will not spare you!"
As his words fell, Qingyao retrieved her hidden weapon and leaped into the air, lunging towards Changsun Yin. Today, she was determined to kill this man.
Meanwhile, outside the door, Mochou intercepted Shangguan Hao, while Moyou engaged several guards in a fight.
The commotion upstairs had long since alerted others, and the entire Chunfeng Tower erupted in chaos, causing many to flee.
Someone had already reported to the authorities, and the city guards, leading their troops, surrounded Chunfeng Tower. Within the vast Chunfeng Tower, the young women were pale with fright, unaware of what was happening.
Everyone gathered in the center of the main hall, crying out in unprovoked panic. At this moment, a cold voice echoed from the second floor: "What's all the fuss about?"
Nianyao emerged, her face stern and severe. She shot a fierce glare at the crowd below. The women of Chunfeng Tower largely knew that Nianyao was the true owner behind the scenes, so upon seeing her displeasure, they dared not speak.
On the corner of the second floor, a fierce battle was already underway.
Mochou and Moyou quickly killed several guards and then engaged Shangguan Hao's men. Shangguan Hao, while deflecting Mochou's attacks with his sword, prepared to rush in.
Inside the room, Qingyao pressed her attack relentlessly. Changsun Yin could only dodge, unable to counter. Blood continuously flowed from the wound inflicted by the hidden weapon on his chest. If this continued, his chances of survival were slim.
Just then, the city guards, leading a contingent of soldiers, stormed in. The women in the tower scattered in fright, seeking refuge in corners.
However, the soldiers did not trouble the courtesans, heading directly upstairs.
At this point, thudding sounds came from the corner of the second floor, as people were being thrown down.
Shangguan Hao's remaining henchmen were killed by Moyou. But Shangguan Hao himself burst into the room and flew to confront Qingyao. Changsun Yin, standing beside them, had a face as pale as paper and was panting for breath, leaning against the wall for support.
Mochou and Moyou moved to rush in, but a large group of guards surged forward. The narrow corridor on the second floor prevented them from spreading out.
This provided an advantage to Mochou and Moyou. Standing side-by-side, their swords and crescent shovels, imbued with powerful killing intent, struck out fiercely at anyone who charged up, sending them plummeting from the building.
Inside the room, Shangguan Hao and Qingyao were locked in combat.
Shangguan Hao's face was grim as he spoke coldly, "Who are you? How dare you try to kill Prince Yin on Qingluo's territory? Today, I will ensure you have no burial place!"
With a killing aura emanating from her, Qingyao waved her sleeves, deflecting Shangguan Hao's internal energy. She then floated directly into the inner chamber, raising her fair hand.
The Huangwei Qin appeared in her hand. This place was no longer safe, and she needed to escape as soon as possible.
However, Shangguan Hao would not let her leave. With a sweep of his arm, his sword danced, forming blooming patterns as it lunged towards her. Qingyao raised the Huangwei Qin, unleashing a gust of wind that blocked the attack. She retreated slightly, a mocking cold laugh escaping her lips.
"If we continue fighting like this, I'm afraid Prince Yin will lose his life."
Her words reminded Shangguan Hao. He couldn't let Changsun Yin die now. He immediately withdrew his attack, stepped forward, picked up Changsun Yin, and leaped out.
He soared down from the second-floor balcony, issuing a stern command, "Prince Yin is severely injured. Do not let any of these assassins escape!"
Qingyao dodged, flicking her sleeves. A gust of wind sent several soldiers tumbling over the railings. Mochou and Moyou quickly flashed to her side, looking her over and asking with concern, "Are you alright, Mistress?"
Qingyao shook her head, her eyes filled with ferocity.
Changsun Yin likely wouldn't die. The thought of it fueled her hatred for Shangguan Hao even more. This man was always in her way, and he truly hadn't changed at all. However, escaping was the priority now. She led the way, leaping down.
"Let's go."
"Yes, Mistress," Mochou and Moyou followed closely behind. The city guards, seeing the three assassins descending, dared not hesitate and immediately followed. Dozens of soldiers quickly leaped from the second floor to the first, surrounding Mu Qingyao and her two companions.
The trio looked out coldly, their auras radiating power. These soldiers were not something they feared.
However, a large contingent of soldiers had surrounded Chunfeng Tower from the outside. If they escaped, the women within Chunfeng Tower would surely perish. Although she was willing to kill, she would not harm innocents. What should she do now?
As Qingyao pondered her predicament, a cold and captivating voice suddenly rang out.
"How dare you besiege Chunfeng Tower!"
As the words faded, a figure descended gracefully. White robes billowed, and dark hair danced in the wind, like a Shura of the night, carrying the dark allure of the Udumbara, slowly landing beside Qingyao and her companions.
The city guards, seeing another person arrive, spoke with grim expressions.
"Bold thief! How dare you injure Prince Yin! Surrender immediately or do not blame us for our ruthlessness."
The guard, intimidated, spoke without confidence, lacking any persuasive power.
Qingyao let out a cold laugh, a mocking smile playing on her lips as she spoke with unrestrained arrogance, "With just you lot? You think you can capture us? How laughable."
After speaking, she turned to Yin Xuan beside her and said softly, "I'm sorry for bringing trouble to your Chunfeng Tower."
"It's nothing," Yin Xuan replied, not looking at her, but his voice was not cold, carrying a hint of warmth. Then, he looked up, his dark eyes shooting out a chilling, dark gleam as he spoke in a captivating voice.
"Nianyao, gather all the young women immediately and leave Chunfeng Tower."
As long as the people were safe, a small Chunfeng Tower was of no concern to him.
"Yes, Master," Nianyao obeyed. With a command, the young women from upstairs and downstairs stood together, cautiously observing the scene. The madam, along with the Chunfeng Tower brothel keepers and Nianyao, protected these young women.
At that moment, two or three exceptionally skilled men flashed into Chunfeng Tower from outside and respectfully addressed him.
"Master."
"Break through."
Yin Xuan commanded coldly. Everyone moved instantly. Yin Xuan and Qingyao, surrounded by their killing intent, led a large group of their followers and fiercely charged outwards. The city guards, seeing this display, retreated in fear, beads of sweat appearing on their faces and constantly wiping them away in apprehension.
He knew all too well that these martial artists were all exceptionally skilled. Even with his two thousand soldiers, even five thousand might not be enough to defeat them...
One side advanced, the other retreated, until they exited Chunfeng Tower. Outside the tower, a large number of soldiers had indeed surrounded them, glaring fiercely at the people emerging.