She lowered her eyes and saw Chu Baihan's angry expression.
Yan Lin's gaze gradually darkened.
He actually... didn't mind her lashing out at him.
Years ago, he had also enjoyed seeing his Princess Consort bare her teeth and claws at him.
Suppressing his emotions, the malevolence in his body intensified, and his sword moved too quickly to see its shadow.
The assassins did not even realize how he had moved before their necks bore a fresh bloodline.
As one body after another fell, Chu Baihan watched a particular Prince, even with a wounded shoulder, still resembled a god of death, her expression becoming slightly grave.
Yan Lin's martial arts had clearly deepened compared to back in the day.
He was destined to be a formidable enemy.
Soon, all of these assassins were dealt with.
"Prince, the last survivor has also bitten off his tongue and committed suicide," Ziyi said with a sorrowful expression.
"Search them," Yan Lin commanded coldly.
