My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty
Chapter 824 - 824: The Fisherman Reaps the Benefits

Qingfeng's expression remained cold as the sharp sword in his hand resonated with a chilling hum.

"I'll only give you this one chance, Guisha. Will you still remain stubbornly misguided?"

Qingfeng had already shown mercy; otherwise, his earlier strike could have taken Guisha's life outright. His intentions were clear—he wanted to give this man one final opportunity.

However, Guisha remained indifferent, his face still bearing a mocking sneer.

This time, Guisha didn't attack directly. Instead, the surrounding air became saturated with a sinister blood aura, and in an instant, ten shadowy figures emerged from the darkness.

Upon seeing these figures, Qingfeng's expression darkened.

These were Guisha's personal assassins.

Although their strength wasn't on par with his, their movements were unusually elusive and unpredictable. Even Qingfeng would find it difficult to track their attacks.

As Gu Lan observed the black mist lingering around these ten assassins, his brows furrowed.

"These guys are impressive. No wonder you dared to act so recklessly here," Gu Lan remarked.

He had initially thought that Guisha had exhausted all his tricks, but it seemed the man had a trump card after all.

"Elder Qingfeng, do you require my assistance?" Gu Lan offered.

Qingfeng had already expended some of his energy earlier, and facing these ten assassins would indeed be a daunting task.

"There's no need for you to interfere in matters concerning my clan," Qingfeng replied coldly without even turning his head. He then charged forward.

"Attack!"

The ten assassins, though members of the Xuanyuan Clan, only took orders from Guisha.

Not even the clan leader could command them, let alone Qingfeng.

"Kill him!" Guisha barked. "When I ascend to the position of clan leader, you all will be the Lords of the Xuanyuan Clan!"

Hearing this promise, the ten assassins seemed to grow even more frenzied. Their speed surged, and within the blink of an eye, they were upon Qingfeng.

Before Qingfeng could make a move, countless blood-red shadows materialized around him. The sinister energy drew alarmingly close, leaving Qingfeng no time to counter.

"Boom!"

With a loud explosion, Qingfeng was forced back a hundred feet.

Although he managed to stabilize himself, cracks marred his body, numbering in the hundreds.

While the injuries weren't fatal, the bizarre nature of these assassins' attacks made it difficult for him to gain the upper hand.

"You're all members of the Xuanyuan Clan. Betraying the clan like this—is this what you've come to?" Qingfeng's cold voice echoed.

But the assassins showed no remorse.

"Elder Qingfeng, if you surrender now, we might show you mercy," one of them sneered.

"Otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

Gu Lan, standing to the side, couldn't suppress a mocking laugh as his Hongmeng Sword emitted a faint crimson glow.

"Let them wear themselves out fighting first," he thought.

When the moment was right, he planned to strike and take everyone down in one fell swoop.

Gu Lan had no intention of sparing any member of the Xuanyuan Clan. If these fools couldn't recognize the situation, they had only themselves to blame. Not a single one would leave here alive.

Meanwhile, the Xuanyuan Clan's young lord stood silently, his gaze fixed on the ongoing battle. His expression was dark, and murderous intent filled his eyes.

Even now, he refused to admit any fault on his part, instead blaming Guisha for the rebellion.

"Elder Qingfeng, kill him, and I will offer you a hundred treasures!" the young lord exclaimed.

But before he could say more, Qingfeng interrupted harshly, "If not for you, how would things have come to this point? Shut your mouth!"

Qingfeng, usually a man of few words within the clan, was visibly enraged for the first time.

The young lord, shocked by Qingfeng's fury, hesitated, unable to muster another word.

Seeing the young lord's flustered expression, Gu Lan couldn't help but sneer.

"So, this is your so-called standing within the clan," he taunted.

"Enough stalling! If you're going to act, do it now. I don't have time to waste here," Gu Lan urged impatiently, his inner energy surging visibly.

Without waiting for the ten assassins to make their move, Qingfeng gripped his sword tightly and charged forward. He knew full well that in this situation, he needed to seize the initiative. Otherwise, the outcome wouldn't be in his favor.

If it came down to a direct clash, the ten assassins wouldn't stand a chance against him.

Moving swiftly, Qingfeng unleashed hundreds of strikes before the assassins could fully gather their energy.

The sudden flurry of attacks caught them off guard, forcing all ten of them to retreat.

However, this was only a temporary reprieve. Once the assassins regained their footing, they vanished into the shadows before Qingfeng could react.

...

As the battle raged on, Gu Lan exchanged a subtle glance with Xue Lengyan before stepping back slightly.

With the Hongmeng Sword in hand, Gu Lan moved with incredible speed, vanishing in a single step.

The best way to resolve this situation was simple—kill Guisha.

Guisha, however, had no intention of showing mercy. He smirked coldly as he suppressed his aura, preparing to unleash his strength at the most opportune moment.

Qingfeng was undeniably strong, but even he couldn't hold out indefinitely against the assassins' relentless assaults.

Having reached this point, Guisha was prepared to use any means necessary to eliminate Qingfeng.

What Guisha didn't realize was that Gu Lan had already set his sights on him.

The Hongmeng Sword trembled before shooting forward in a sudden, precise strike aimed directly at Guisha's face.

The unexpected attack caught Guisha completely off guard. By the time he sensed it, it was already too late to avoid serious injury.

"Slash…"

The sword's light descended, severing one of Guisha's arms. Blood poured from the wound, dyeing half of his body red.

"You!" Guisha growled, his face twisted in pain and fury.

"Don't look at me like that. Did you really think you could fight me?" Gu Lan sneered.

"Then let's find out!" Guisha roared, transforming into a blur as he charged forward.

At this stage, Guisha knew he had no choice but to go all out. Anything less would lead to certain death.

Watching Guisha's reckless advance, Gu Lan smirked disdainfully.

If Guisha had been at his peak, he might have posed a real threat. But in his current state, fighting Gu Lan was nothing short of suicidal.

As Guisha drew near, Gu Lan's sword shot forward, piercing through his face in one clean strike.

Guisha froze in midair, his life extinguished instantly. Gu Lan didn't even spare him a glance as he turned his attention back to the ongoing battle below.

"Stop wasting time. I'll help you finish this!" Gu Lan declared coldly.

With one powerful strike, Gu Lan sent the ten assassins flying. The force of the attack also sent Qingfeng reeling a hundred feet back, a deep sword wound etched across his chest.

"Gentlemen, this is no place for you to fight," Gu Lan said, his voice calm but menacing.

The assassins turned their gaze toward Gu Lan, their killing intent unmasked.

However, none of them made a move. Their leader, Guisha, was dead, and continuing the fight now was meaningless.

"Return to the Lord of the Xuanyuan Clan and deliver this message: If he refuses to comply, don't blame me for being ruthless," Gu Lan ordered.

He had no intention of killing Qingfeng—for now, someone needed to deliver his message.

The ten assassins, however, were another matter entirely.

Just as the assassins were preparing to retreat, a hundred figures suddenly appeared in the distance.

Blood-red energy filled the sky, pressing down with an overwhelming force.

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