The Plum Frost emerged from its scabbard, mirroring the shifting pattern of plum blossoms, with a cold glint that enveloped the sword's body in response to the swing of the sword.
With one stroke, Yan Sihan's gaze turned icy in an instant. His swordplay was swift and resolute, besting an assassin who attacked from the flank and knocking away his weapon. Without a moment's hesitation, he struck at the heart, and deftly side-stepped to dodge a poison-tipped dart that just grazed a lock of his hair.
If he hadn't dodged, the dart would have lodged in his throat.
While the Regent King of Great Nan was highly skilled in martial arts, his old wound had not yet fully healed, making it difficult for him to fend off multiple opponents.
With superior numbers, Pei Yongchang was gradually forcing the four to retreat, cornering them near the carriage.
Ye Feng's forehead was beaded with sweat. The skill level of Pei Yongchang was astonishingly high, leaving no room for rest or recovery.
