Pei Yuan's expression changed. Meng Fuyao cursed inwardly.
Why did this damned Zhan Beiye have to show up at this time? One sentence and he had exposed her painstakingly constructed scam.
Without thinking, Meng Fuyao slid away and tried to escape.
Unfortunately, Pei Yuan's reaction wasn't slow either. As soon as Zhan Beiye's words entered her ears, her eyes blazed with murderous intent. She extended her hands, her ten fingernails shooting out like daggers and piercing towards Meng Fuyao's shoulders.
At the same time, she shouted, "How dare you lie to me! Men! "
As she shouted, her figure turned into a red whirlwind. The golden ornament flickered into a blinding golden light in the air. Ding Ling's voice did not stop. The flowers and leaves on the ground were lifted up by her strong wind and scattered in the air. Then, they were pulled back and instantly turned into dark purple and orange powder, slowly scattering.
"Pfft."
Her long, sharp fingernails pierced deep into Meng Fuyao's shoulders, causing blood to splatter. Pei Pei's eyes flashed fiercely as she forcefully dragged her fingers backward, intending to use this opportunity to cut open Meng Fuyao's spine.
Meng Fuyao did not make a sound, but instead lowered her body and knelt forward, sliding three feet to pull Pei Pei's fingers out.
How could Pei Pei let it go? She took a step forward and grabbed at the top of her head. Suddenly, a thunderous roar came from behind her. "Let go!"
A figure in black and red, so fast that it was hard to see his silhouette clearly, swept over. Before he arrived, a golden light flashed in his hand, and a thin sword swung up with a heavy sound, accurately blocking Pei Yuan's killer move.
Pei Yuan was sent tumbling by the force of the rod and landed 30 feet away, laughing coldly.
A large group of guards surged forward, their swords unsheathed and arrows nocked, their black tips aimed at Zhan Beiye.
Pei Pei screamed, "This intruder is an assassination attempt! Take him down! "
Zhan Beiye stood rooted to the ground, his black robe billowing furiously, the crimson flames at the corners of his clothes seemingly about to soar. The killing intent around him was like an unsheathed blade, scorching and threatening. However, it was nothing compared to the frightening anger in his eyes. Under the blue sky, his dark eyes were like the deep sea's black iron, colliding with the domineering Pei Yuan with sparks.
"Who dares touch me?!"
His voice contained a copious amount of zhenqi, causing the flowers and trees to tremble and the green leaves to fall from the branches. The Imperial Bodyguards at the front felt their arms go numb. Some of the weaker ones loosened their fingers, causing their bows and arrows to fall to the ground.
Pei Yuan's expression changed. At this time, she calmed down and carefully looked at Zhan Beiye. From his clothes and bearing, it was clear that his status was not low. When she thought about the guests at the Emperor's birthday banquet, she couldn't help but frown inwardly and reach out to stop the guards.
She wanted to retreat, but Zhan Beiye wasn't willing to give up. He waited outside the washroom for a long time and gradually realized that something was wrong. Ignoring the palace maids who tried to stop him, he kicked the door of the washroom open. When he saw the palace maid pretending to be Meng Fuyao jump up from the toilet, he immediately knew that he had been fooled by her. Suppressing his anger, he went to look for her. He wasn't familiar with the palace's routes, and the Taiyuan Imperial Palace's defenses seemed a little strange today. He wandered aimlessly and was delighted to see Meng Fuyao, but before he could catch her, he saw someone trying to kill her.
Zhan Beiye's anger was no small matter. He didn't even understand why he was so angry. Blood splattered from Meng Fuyao's shoulder, and he felt as if his heart was being scalded by hot blood.
I haven't even bullied the woman I captured, and now it's your turn?
Zhan Beiye grabbed his thin sword and pressed forward. It was not convenient for him to bring his Skanda Staff into the palace today as it was not a weapon he was comfortable with. However, it did not stop him from brandishing it. His killing intent soared as he raised his sword and pointed it at Pei Yuan's eyes. Zhan Beiye said coldly, "You owe me ten holes!"
Pei Yuan was stunned for a moment before she realized that he was referring to the hole in Meng Fuyao's shoulder. She sneered, "So what? Come and dig if you can! "
Zhan Beiye's mouth twitched. "Of course!"
He raised his finger and the thin sword shot out with a 'chi' sound. A golden ray of light shot out like a wave, forcing the guards in front of Pei Yuan to fall to the left and right. The golden ray whistled over and Pei Yuan only felt that her eyes were extremely bright, as if something was rapidly entering her field of vision. Before she could raise her hand to block it, she suddenly felt her vision go black and her face turn cold.
She subconsciously reached out with her fingers, and a thin object floated into her palm. It was soft and cold to the touch.
However, she didn't feel any pain on her face, only the cold wind. Pei Yuan rubbed her fingers and knew that something was wrong. Looking down, she saw a perfectly round piece of red brocade in her palm. It was the material of her veil.
Pei Yuan raised her hand to touch her face, but when she saw the shocked expressions on the guards' faces, she knew that her veil must have been pierced, revealing her scarred face.
Pei Yuan's vision went black, and she almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Ever since her face was disfigured, she had been wearing a veil and lied to the public that she had measles. No one had ever seen her disfigured face with their own eyes. She had always placed her hopes on Zong Yue, the world-famous saint of medicine. Although young, he was a disciple of the legendary Valley of Medicine. His medical skills were divine, and he enjoyed a high status in the Five Continents. The Pei Family had spent a lot of effort to invite Zong Yue, hoping that he could cure her scarred face, and that she would one day be able to show her beauty again.
Today, this wild man had actually used his sword to draw a hole in her veil, revealing the face that she had painstakingly concealed in front of everyone!
The hole seemed to be dug in her heart, stabbing at the bloody old wound that had not yet healed. Pei Yuan's grief and anger surged up, almost drowning her. She screamed, and even her voice changed. Her voice broke the stifling and shocked silence like a broken steel wire.
"Kill him! Kill him! "
Zhan Beiye raised his sword and laughed. "Next hole, I'll poke this mouth of yours that only knows how to shout!"
"Shoot!" Pei Yuan retreated three feet, retreating into the group of guards. With a flick of her sleeve, the guards at the front charged forward, bending their knees and nocking their bows. Tens of thousands of arrows were aimed at Zhan Beiye's heart.
The bowstrings creaked as they were pulled, sounding terrifying in the silent air. It was as if the god of death was smiling coldly, waiting for a feast of blood.
Zhan Beiye held onto his sword, raising his head and laughing coldly. He did not even look at the array of arrows.
The moment he touched it, he would shoot.
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