"Miss Eight, something terrible has happened!"

"The Prince left the city alone without any guards!"

Wang Danian rushed anxiously into Chen Murong's room.

Chen Murong sprang to her feet: "He was just assassinated yesterday! The assassin might not dare to come to the Duke's Mansion again, but that doesn't mean they won't kill outside the city!"

"My little brother is in danger! Mother, come with me to protect him!"

Chen Hong stopped Chen Murong: "To outsiders, you are already dead."

"Change into a warrior's outfit!"

...

The carriage sped out of the Great Xia Dragon Capital, heading west along the official road.

Tang Miaoyi caught up on horseback: "Ye Fan, you can't go any further!"

"Aren't you afraid of being assassinated again?"

Ye Fan smiled: "I'm waiting for them to come and assassinate me!"

"Are you crazy?"

Tang Miaoyi thought she had misheard.

Ye Fan glanced at her: "Do you want to know what's in the box?"

"I do!"

"Then help me drive the carriage!"

Ye Fan slowed the carriage, lifted the curtain, and climbed inside.

Tang Miaoyi had no choice but to jump onto the carriage, taking the reins while shouting to Ye Fan: "Where are we going now?"

"To a place with fewer people!" Ye Fan replied.

"You must be insane!"

Tang Miaoyi took a deep breath, her heart racing! Even though she wasn't part of the Great Xia court, she knew how many people wanted Ye Fan dead! Chen Murong was already dead, and the Northern Frontier's 800,000 troops were leaderless. If the North Suppressing Prince Ye Fan died now, his lineage would be completely severed.

Whoever controlled those 800,000 troops could be the next Emperor of Great Xia!

After half an hour of galloping, two figures blocked their path.

A hundred meters ahead, two men dressed in black night suits, masked.

A wave of killing intent surged forward, and Tang Miaoyi tightened the reins, the horses rearing up and landing heavily, bringing the carriage to a stop.

Tang Miaoyi turned back to the carriage and said: "There are two Martial Kings! At least 6th-Level."

She was a 2nd-Level Great Martial Master, not high enough to discern their exact level!

But they were definitely above 6th-Level Martial Kings!

"Cut the reins and drive the horses away!"

Ye Fan ordered.

Tang Miaoyi was a bit angry, even forgetting the difference in their status, she shouted: "At a time like this, you're still thinking about that! You're going to get me killed!"

These people wanted to kill Ye Fan, and if she was present, she would definitely be silenced!

Ye Fan barked: "Cut them, quickly!"

Tang Miaoyi drew a dagger, severed the reins on the horse, and slashed its rump!

The horse neighed loudly, quickly disappearing into the woods.

The two Martial Kings laughed mockingly: "Hahaha! Scared stupid? You even cut the reins and let the horse go! Haven't you lost your last chance to escape?"

Ye Fan's voice was cold: "Who are you, and who sent you?"

"Go to hell and ask King Yama!"

The two were about to make a move.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind the carriage: "Who's there? Come out!"

"Kid! Looks like I'm not the only one who wants you dead!"

From behind the carriage, a mocking voice came, and then addressed the two: "Friends, don't rush! I'm also here to kill this kid!"

Ye Fan lifted the rear curtain, confirming it was one of the assassins from yesterday!

"Another Martial King! Three Martial Kings, we're doomed!"

Tang Miaoyi's face turned pale.

"Is that so?"

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The elder who arrived later spoke.

The first two exchanged a glance: "Our goal is the same, let's work together, kill them both, and then leave separately!"

"Agreed!"

The elder nodded.

"Let's do it!"

The three reached an agreement and charged towards the carriage simultaneously!

Tang Miaoyi pulled out a hidden weapon, ready to fight to the death.

Ye Fan shook his head: "No need for you to act, don't you want to know what this is?"

"Watch!"

Ye Fan raised the Barrett, aiming at the two in front of the carriage.

Bang—!

He pulled the trigger, and a thunderous roar erupted from inside the carriage, causing Tang Miaoyi to scream, her eardrums nearly bursting. Immediately, a man's terrified voice reached her ears: "Big Brother!"

Tang Miaoyi instinctively looked outside, her pupils contracting sharply!

One of the Martial Kings blocking the carriage lay on the ground, half his head gone, blown apart by a single shot from the Barrett!

"Not bad! The precision isn't as high as modern ones, and the effective range is probably only about 500 meters!"

"But it's already quite good!"

Ye Fan's eyes flashed with excitement.

He chambered another round!

Aimed at the second Martial King!

"Kid! No matter what that thing is, you killed my brother, you deserve to die!" The latter had already reached the front of the carriage.

Bang!

Another thunderous roar!

The second Martial King collided with the muzzle, the bullet piercing his chest, leaving a bowl-sized hole. His body flew backward, landing on the ground, blood spurting from the hole in his chest, eyes filled with terror, dead beyond dead!

"Who... what are you?"

Tang Miaoyi was stunned.

Ye Fan couldn't be bothered to answer, lifting the curtain and climbing onto the carriage, locking onto the third Martial King who had turned and fled over 200 meters away.

'Who the hell can tell me what's going on? A Martial King! That's a Martial King! Even if a Martial Emperor acted, they couldn't instantly kill a Martial King!' Feng Qingyang was terrified.

What kind of monster is this!

Bang—!

The third thunderous roar!

"Ah—!"

Feng Qingyang looked down, one of his legs had vanished.

The intense pain caused him to lose balance, crashing to the ground!

Ye Fan had just breathed a sigh of relief when suddenly, as an ace sniper, he keenly sensed someone watching him. At the same time, the voice of the Chaos All-Creation Cauldron echoed in his mind: "Master, due east, there's someone!"

Ye Fan's eyes turned icy.

He turned with the Barrett, locking onto the top of a hundred-meter-tall tree!

At this moment, the elder at the top of the tree frowned: "From 500 meters away, he can still spot me? Impossible!"

"Not good! Danger!"

Suddenly, the elder's heart skipped a beat.

He quickly dodged!

'Pfft!' A terrifying gash tore through his arm, and only then did the thunderous roar reach his ears.

Bang—!

The projectile's speed was faster than sound!

"Damn it! What on earth is that thing!" The elder's face changed dramatically, gritting his teeth against the pain, he leapt several times from the treetop and disappeared completely.

"Danger averted!"

Ye Fan instinctively uttered, holding the Barrett, he jumped off the carriage and approached Feng Qingyang!

Feng Qingyang was losing too much blood, his face pale, staring in terror at Ye Fan rushing towards him!

His eyes fixated on the Barrett in Ye Fan's hands!

This thing, shaped like a pipa, more like an oar!

"What is this thing? How can it have such power?"

"I haven't asked who you are, who sent you, and you're asking me?" Ye Fan's voice was extremely cold, stepping on Feng Qingyang's wounded leg.

"Ahhhhh!"

Feng Qingyang screamed like a slaughtered pig, his body trembling with pain: "I am Feng Qingyang! An Outer Sect Elder of the Ancient Sword Sect, you dare to injure me like this, you..."

Bang—!

Ye Fan shot Feng Qingyang's other leg.

The other leg exploded into a mist of blood on the spot!

"Ahhh—!"

Feng Qingyang convulsed like a frog, his body taut.

His forehead went cold as the barrel of the Barrett pressed against his head!

"It's Wang Guozhong! Minister of Great Xia Wang Guozhong! That's all I know, yesterday it was also Wang Guozhong who sent me to kill you!" Feng Qingyang was completely terrified by Ye Fan's brutal methods.