Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 547 - 546 The Killing Aura in the Sword, She Can’t Control It

Chapter 547: Chapter 546 The Killing Aura in the Sword, She Can’t Control It

It turned out to be the brother of Yan Batian.

Ye Qingying’s fingers, gripping the hilt of her sword, clenched even tighter.

Xiaoyao’s hand, however, had acquired a long sword at some unknown time.

The tip of the sword tapped lightly on the roof of the carriage.

Ye Qingying knew she was reminding herself not to act rashly.

But these assassins before her were not something she could handle—she had only learned his swordplay for a few days!

Xiaoyao tapped again, this time more seriously.

Ye Qingying felt somewhat helpless.

As Xiaoyao suddenly leaped up, he swung his long sword in his hand.

The curtain of the carriage window was lifted at a corner, and before anyone could see the person inside, they were met with a piercingly cold aura.

A long sword flew out of the carriage window.

Xiaoyao’s eyes brightened, and with a flip mid-air, the long sword landed steadily in her hands.

The master’s sword!

Dahuzi saw this and his face immediately darkened as he bellowed angrily, "Kill them!"

With a wave of his hand, more than thirty men in black leaped forward, brandishing their sabers and long swords at Xiaoyao.

Ye Qingying, looking through the curtain of the carriage window, watched that petite figure.

At first, her palms were clenched tightly, perhaps due to some uneasiness, as a surge of blood boiled within her chest.

However, soon, the furrow of her brows eased.

He had underestimated Xiaoyao’s abilities.

He truly had not expected that a girl who had learned the sword for less than half a month would already have such a familiar grasp of his swordplay.

She could even incorporate her own understanding into the moves.

What were previously unfamiliar techniques suddenly became enigmatic.

Indeed, they were completely unpredictable.

The thirty-odd men in black were quickly wounded by the majority.

Dahuzi, furious, swung his saber and sprang up from his horseback, pouncing fiercely.

Xiaoyao still met him with her sword raised.

Ye Qingying’s gaze darkened—Xiaoyao might not be able to handle Dahuzi’s martial prowess.

"Be careful!" Just as he was about to emerge from the carriage,

he saw Xiaoyao’s wrist twist suddenly and heard several sharp whistles—light yet piercing to the ear.

But if one’s skill wasn’t profound enough, they would not have a chance to hear it clearly.

Dahuzi twirled in mid-air, narrowly evading.

It was several silver needles!

In the blink of an eye, the girl’s long sword was already at his face.

Dahuzi roared, and a slash came hurtling down.

He thought the wretched girl would surely dodge it, so that he wouldn’t need to avoid her Sword Qi.

Unexpectedly, the girl didn’t move to dodge at all.

The Sword Qi struck instantly.

Dahuzi gasped in fright, breathing halted, and he immediately retracted his strike for defense.

However, the reversal of the blade’s momentum inadvertently injured himself.

And the girl’s Sword Qi was unavoidable!

With a hiss, the Sword Qi hit him squarely in the chest.

Dahuzi’s eyes bulged, blood spilled from his mouth, and he fell stiffly.

Dead without closing his eyes.

Seeing their leader killed with a single strike, the remaining men in black dared not linger for the fight; they fled in the blink of an eye.

Xiaoyao stood in front of Dahuzi’s corpse, staring at the long sword in her hands, somewhat dazed.

Even when Ye Qingying landed beside her, she did not snap back to reality.

"You’re injured!" Ye Qingying’s voice was thick with rage. "Who told you to strike like that!"

To wound the enemy at the cost of her own safety!

This kind of tactic, injure the enemy a thousand and self-harm five hundred, with one misstep, could cost one their life!

This girl, she was too disobedient!

"Master, I..." Xiaoyao looked at him, still somewhat unable to grasp reality.

Just now, she didn’t know what happened—she just felt that holding her master’s sword, there was a heavy aura of killing intent.

She couldn’t control it, not even herself.

She wasn’t someone who would disregard her own safety just to harm an enemy; she was the most afraid of getting hurt!

But truly, she didn’t know why—holding her master’s sword, her moves became somewhat uncontrollable!