As the drums sounded in the center square, inside the Golden Sea Pavilion Restaurant, only a deep thud of ''bang'' could be heard.
The light shield of the formation, finally, collapsed in response.
"The trapped formation has been broken!"
The many assassins from the Underground Pavilion, their eyes lit up, and then they all fell to the ground in exhaustion.
Obviously, everyone's state at this moment was not very good.
After a whole night of high intensity consumption, the spiritual energy in their bodies was nearly depleted, as if they were deficient.
This, undoubtedly, was also the Great Prince Yan Peng's calculation.
Although the trapped formation could be broken, in the end, the battle power of the crowd was halved, and even if they rushed to the palace for support, they would still be no threat.
"Those who can still move, set off!"
Dark Eagle frowned slightly as he swept his gaze sternly towards the crowd.
After saying that, he and the other two group leaders, Long Jiu and Feng Ming, swept violently to the wall of the corridor passage without any delay and quickly opened the entrance to the dark passage.
However, almost all of the Underworld Pavilion members present chose to stay behind.
In this regard, the three group leaders did not force an order.
In their hearts, they understood that in their current state, even if these people insisted on accompanying them, they were afraid that they wouldn't be able to play much of a role, or even become a burden.
However, at this moment, a figure followed.
This person was none other than Lin Hao.
"If you're tired, you don't have to hold on hard."
Out of the corner of his eye, Dark Eagle noticed Lin Hao following behind him and couldn't help but be somewhat surprised.
The implication of his words didn't seem to be concern.
After all, Lin Hao's cultivation was the weakest, and everyone else had the good sense to choose to stay behind, yet this guy still had to fight for his life.
This was simply no different from sending himself to death.
"Jing Ke, you stay."
Violet Night, as a partner, similarly admonished.
"Don't worry, I have my own measure."
Lin Hao was calm and said indifferently.
Earlier, when the crowd was attacking the formation, he had been slacking off, and at this moment, he was naturally full of energy.
Of course, he couldn't say this explicitly.
Moreover, his true power was not himself, but a group of system pets.
"Alright, if you can survive, I'll credit you then!"
The Dark Eagle Team Leader did not speak too much nonsense.
After saying that, he moved his body and directly swept into the entrance of the passageway.
After Feng Ming and Long Jiu strangely surveyed Lin amount, they also turned around and entered the passageway.
Lin Hao was indifferent.
What can still be alive, and you will be credited for it when the time comes.
These words sounded and felt as if he was going to die on this trip.
In response, Lin Hao didn't have the time to talk to them, took a step and followed the three group leaders of the Underworld Pavilion, swept into the entrance of the underground passage.
Just like that, there were only four members from the Underworld Pavilion this time.
In the dimly lit passageway, Lin Hao followed behind without slowing down as his Swimming Dragon Steps stance was executed, coupled with the use of the wind intent, his speed was swift.
Finding that Lin Hao didn't show the slightest sign of falling behind, the three group leaders in the front who were taking the lead all secretly nodded their heads, sort of recognizing Lin Hao.
After all, going through a whole night's exertion and still having spare strength today was easy enough for a rank six martial artist.
Shoo! Shoo! Shoo ...!
Upon arriving at the end of the passageway, an eerie sound of breaking wind suddenly rang out.
"There are hidden arrows!"
Lin Hao and the others' hearts fluttered.
However, in this kind of environment, they could not avoid it.
At that moment, majestic aura surged out from Dark Eagle's body, and the black scythe in his hand slashed violently.
Swish-!
A stern blade aura instantly swept out.
The arrows that were shot were all chopped off and successfully blocked.
Swoosh swoosh!!!
However, soon after, another batch of dark arrows came whistling from the depths of the passage once again!
Buzz!
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At this time, Feng Ming, the leader of the Cloud Group, had already inscribed a fire rune, and his red aura flashed.
Boom--!
In an instant, manic flames erupted, and while fending off those dark arrows, they also instantly illuminated the entire passageway.
Lin Hao and the others fixed their eyes on it, and immediately realized that deep in that passageway, there was a whole bunch of archers lurking.
Looking at their armor, all of them were the palace's close guards!
It wasn't hard to see that this group of close guards had obviously been ambushed here for a long time.
"If you don't want to die, go back!"
A threatening voice was heard from the depths of the dark tunnel.
"I'd like to see who wants to die!"
Facing the intimidation of a group of minions, a cold smile spread across the corners of the three group leaders' mouths.
Whoosh!
Immediately, they were like three sturdy cheetahs as their figures swept out violently.
Ah ah ah ah!!!
For a while, mournful screams continued to ring out.
Facing the strikes of three top assassins, this battle was like a massacre.
Lin Hao didn't even have the chance to make a move, and when he reacted, the hundred or so close guards who were blocking in front of him were completely wiped out.
That kind of swift killing technique made Lin Hao stagger.
"Go!"
After killing all the enemies, the three group leaders didn't have the slightest stagnation, and continued to move forward rapidly towards the end of the passage, completely ignoring Lin Hao who was following behind.
...
And at this moment, on the high platform of the center square.
With the sound of ninety-six drums, Yan Wang's figure, accompanied by many palace guards and maids, began to appear in the crowd's field of vision.
This monarch who was now over seventy years old, although he was extremely popular when he was young, but now he was a late old man whose sickness was showing.
For today's celebration, the old Yan King purposely wore a set of gorgeous royal robes, wearing a golden crown on his head, with a circle of diamonds inlaid on the surface, shining brightly in the sunlight, extremely eye-catching.
He walked very slowly, his sluggish pace, completely displaying that increasingly aging body.
That wrinkled face, but filled with a few points of majesty.
A pair of eyes, half-open and half-closed, vaguely flashed with a hint of essence.
This emperor's might that had accumulated over the years caused all the people present, as well as the officials and generals, to lower their heads and respectfully exclaim in unison:
"Greetings, Your Majesty King Yan!"
And then, the Yan King slowly walked to the golden dragon chair on the high platform under the support of two maids.
In this position, belonging to the highest point of the high platform, he was able to overlook everything in the center square.
Overlooking the power that belonged to him alone!
Going down one level of steps, there were a total of five seats.
The chair at the very front, all golden in color, was shaped like a dragon chair, but the specifications were one size smaller.
Everyone knew that this position was the seat of the Crown Prince.
Since five years ago, after the sudden and violent death of the crown prince, it has been empty.
Even so, no one dares to move easily, has been placed here.
Because, without King Yan's order, who dares to move?
As for the rest of the seats, they were the exclusive positions of the four princes in the court so far.
However, at this time, the eldest prince Yan Peng, the second prince Yan Fengjun, and the fourth prince Yan Chen.
Up until now, none of them were present.
There was only a thin figure that sat quietly.
This person was undoubtedly Third Prince Yan Hongyi.
Due to his lack of health, this celebration, he did not go with the Grand Prince to participate in the military parade together.
Yan Hongyi's face was calm, his eyes looking at the scene without fluctuation.
With that look, he did not seem to be the slightest bit concerned about today's celebration.
The officials and ministers on the platform also never looked at him squarely.
In their opinion, this mediocre and incompetent third prince, if not lucky to be born in the emperor's family, I'm afraid that he would have to be reduced to a beggar.
Unbeknownst to them, he was the real mastermind behind the mutiny that was about to be launched!