#122 - One Man Guards the Pass
Raising his head and looking around, he saw layers upon layers of yellow-clothed figures, the autumn wind rustling, and the fallen leaves scattering.
“I’ll stay with you!”
When Wei Changtian shouted these words from outside the carriage, the three women inside all widened their eyes in astonishment, a complex and indescribable emotion welling up in their hearts.
“Big… Big sister, Young Master Wei, he…”
Ning Yuzhu bit her lip tightly, her voice trembling.
Ning Yuke, on the other hand, was somewhat calmer. While protecting the already unconscious Ning Qingyu, she tried her best to look outside through the crack in the carriage door.
The crack was small, and in her field of vision, it seemed there was only a red rope swaying in the wind.
It was understandable that the guards, being from the Prince’s Mansion, would拼死protect their master.
But Wei Changtian…
The three women certainly understood that these assassins were after them and their father.
Although they didn't know how likely Wei Changtian would be to succeed if he escaped alone, they suspected it would be easier to survive than staying here...
For a moment, an extremely similar thought suddenly surged into the minds of the three women.
If we survive this time, I will definitely…
“Clang, clang, clang!”
The sound of swords clashing echoed into the carriage, indicating that the battle outside had clearly begun.
The three women huddled together, their eyes filled with fear and worry, as well as deep emotion.
However, what they didn't know was that Wei Changtian's reason for staying wasn't because of some impulsive “hot-blooded heroism,” but rather a choice made after rational analysis.
Outside the carriage, chaos reigned.
“Bang!”
Swinging his saber to deflect the long sword in front of him, Wei Changtian flipped his hand and sliced off an assassin's arm. Before he could catch his breath, he instinctively leaned to the side, barely dodging a saber strike coming from another direction.
“Ding!”
The cold, gleaming blade struck the carriage behind him, sending splinters of wood flying and revealing the inner layer of Immortal-Locking Stone.
The assassin was momentarily stunned when he realized that he hadn't been able to split the carriage open. Wei Changtian seized the opportunity to strike again, and in the next second, a head flew into the air, its wide eyes still filled with deep confusion.
Fresh blood rained down, staining the faces of several people nearby.
But at this moment, no one had time to wipe their faces. Wei Changtian had already turned to deal with others, and the assassin's headless corpse was kicked away by his comrades before it could even fall, who then filled the empty space with their sabers.
“Clang, clang, clang!”
After killing one person, Wei Changtian's pressure didn't decrease in the slightest, but the current situation was already the best he could have hoped for.
When these assassins appeared just now, his first thought was to escape as quickly as possible, but he immediately rejected that idea.
The reason was simple: it was easier to survive by staying.
Regardless of which force these assassins came from, since they dared to assassinate a prince, the mastermind behind them would never allow any witnesses to escape.
Therefore, if he broke through alone, he would inevitably be surrounded and attacked. Even with the inner armor he was wearing, his chances of survival would be slim.
But if he didn't leave…
The carriage made of Immortal-Locking Stone could block attacks from three directions, and only the guards of the Prince's Mansion at the door were able to share some of the pressure, minimizing the engagement surface as much as possible.
In this way, even if there were more assassins, only three or four could actually attack him, and he still had a chance to fight.
The current situation proved that Wei Changtian's thinking was indeed correct.
Although a bunch of assassins had already surrounded the carriage, most of them could only anxiously mill about on the periphery.
They never expected this carriage to be so sturdy. Any attack on the inner layer of stone had no effect whatsoever.
If they couldn't take down this carriage, the situation would continue to stalemate, which was undoubtedly very unfavorable for them.
However, at this moment, one of the assassins' eyes lit up, and he suddenly shouted:
“It's Immortal-Locking Stone! Don't use internal force!”
Damn it!
Wei Changtian naturally didn't want to see this scene happen, but he was already in a precarious situation himself, so he had no time to relieve the siege.
“Clang! Clang, clang, clang!”
In just a few breaths, countless sabers had fallen on the carriage.
Wei Changtian happened to kick an assassin away, so he took advantage of this brief gap to quickly turn his head and take a look.
Although the guards of the Prince's Mansion were still holding on, each of them was at the end of their rope, and it was clear that they couldn't do much more.
As for the carriage…
His pupils suddenly contracted, and he watched helplessly as several assassins inserted their long sabers into the broken gap, then suddenly pried with force.
“Bang!”
In the earth-shattering muffled sound, the entire piece of Immortal-Locking Stone on the back of the carriage was actually pried off!
Holy crap!
What kind of tofu-dreg project is this!
Wei Changtian's mood instantly plummeted, and then in the next second, he felt a weight on his chest. It turned out that someone had taken advantage of his daze to slash at him with a saber.
“Shred!”
His clothes were torn open, but the saber was blocked by the inner armor that had saved his life once before, so Wei Changtian was only sent flying by the impact.
“Swish, swish, swish!”
Several assassins immediately followed like shadows, probably preparing to suppress him from getting up.
But they pounced on empty air.
The figure flying in mid-air didn't fall to the ground as expected. Instead, it suddenly performed a somersault in the air, defying common sense. Its figure didn't descend but instead rose, actually directly crossing over the heads of the people behind and falling towards the back of the carriage!
Minor Completion of the Soaring Step—Wind Sway!
Inside the carriage.
When the entire surface of Immortal-Locking Stone was pried open, the three women, Ning Yuke, felt that there was no chance of survival.
A masked assassin had already stepped halfway into the carriage, the long saber in his hand reflecting a faint, cold light.
“Ah!!!”
Ning Yuzhu and Ning Yuling crawled backward in extreme horror, but the carriage was only so big. Where else could they retreat to?
The two quickly curled up in a corner of the carriage, trembling all over, their wide eyes full of tears.
They were really afraid of death, and they really didn't want to die…
Unlike the two women, Ning Yuke, although equally terrified at this moment, didn't hide. Instead, she trembled as she opened her arms and stood in front of her two younger sisters.
She stared at the assassin in front of her, not blinking her eyes, until a gust of wind blew off the already loose veil.
People were about to die, so Ning Yuke certainly wouldn't care about such small things.
However, the assassin on the opposite side was suddenly stunned for a moment, then grinned hideously while raising his saber:
“Hahahaha, so the dignified Princess Rou'an is actually such an ugly monster!”
“Your appearance is more suitable for being a ghost. Don't worry, I'll send you to the underworld right now!”
“Puchi!!”
In the next second, a flash of saber light, and a head fell to the ground.
But the one who died was…
A head rolled to Ning Yuke's feet, and the headless corpse fell to the ground with a “thump.”
Ning Yuke was stunned for a second, then slowly raised her head to look in front of her.
In her line of sight, there was a figure covered in blood, and countless yellow-clothed assassins rushing towards this side with sabers.
