The blade and the tip of the sword are obviously full of sudden poison.

Wen Mu was shocked. Although he was upset that he was not prepared, the Prime Minister's Mansion was not an ordinary place after all. With an order, the Wuwu of the Mansion came out to kill the assassin.

But in just a moment, Wen Mu's face changed color.

The martial arts moves of these assassins are too weird, with profound internal strength and extremely cruel, and they are not something that the guards can resist.

Seeing dozens of people being killed one after another, Wen Mu was furious, but Ye Jin heard him crying coldly: "Get out all!"

Wen Mu raised his eyes and watched Ye Jin flying up in the battle. The white robe horn rotated into a shocking arc in the air. Then a strong airflow swept across the world. Several of the assassins around were thrown out, and each of them was bleeding from their seven orifices and fell to the ground and died.

"Let them all enter the mansion without increasing innocent casualties." Ye Jin ordered Wen Mu and several of his men around him. In a blink of an eye, he grabbed a long sword from an assassin's hand. The sword flower flew around, creating countless dazzling sword shadows.

Because the opponent came up with a cruel killing move, Ye Jin was angry and had no affection at all. The thick true energy was poured into the sword in his hand, splitting cold lights in the air. The sword energy touched the assassin's body, almost either dead or injured.

There were only a dozen people in total. They probably never thought that their target was so difficult to deal with. Not only could they not be killed, but they even lost so many people in a blink of an eye, which shocked them.

A look of fear and surprise appeared clearly in the eyes. They looked at Ye Jin as if they were looking at the real Hell Shura. Finally, when another sword energy swept over, they retreated a few feet in a hurry and embarrassedly. One of them shouted: "Retreat!"

After the words came, the shadows of others flashed suddenly, and they flew out like ghosts, and disappeared in front of Ye Jin in an instant.

It seemed that the incident only happened in the blink of an eye, and the Prime Minister's Mansion quickly returned to silence. Except for a few bloody corpses on the ground, it seemed that nothing had happened.

Ye Jin, wearing a moon-white brocade robe, stood in front of the door, holding a sword in his hand, staring at the direction of their departure with a cold look. He had no intention of pursuing victory, but the silent eyes were in a deep and unfathomable and biting cold.

"Young Master." Wen Mu and Gong Ming came over, their faces were solemn. "The assassins just now were too skillful, and their moves were strange that they had never seen before. I don't know which sect they came from? What is their intention?"

"Why do you mean?" Ye Jin turned his head and glanced at him lightly, "You can't tell that they are here to kill me?"

Wen Mu's face changed suddenly when he heard this, and he said in surprise: "Is someone secretly trying to stop the young master from ascending the throne?"

"I don't know yet." Ye Jin lowered his eyes and stared at the sword in his hand. The ordinary iron sword seemed to be a sharp weapon that was covered with blood, and a layer of poison was applied on it. It was obviously a determined intention to take a tough move.

"From their actions, it should be someone who bought a murderer." Gong Ming frowned, walked towards several corpses on the ground, and uncovered the black face towel on their faces. "If it were the subordinates of the commander behind the scenes, they would rather die than give up halfway before completing the task."

Zixiao Palace is a sect in the world and understands the rules of the court, so Gong Ming is very clear that if the powerful or some masters raise killers themselves, they will give up before completing anything, then what awaits them will definitely be a more terrible punishment than death.
Chapter completed!