The hidden guards charged into the hall, risking their lives, only to protect their Emperor of Xiliang, boldly moving forward without fear of death, joining the fray inside the hall, determined to sacrifice themselves to safeguard their ruler.
The leader of the secret guard team, gravely wounded from defending Li Tianjiao, witnessed the hidden guards rushing in from outside the hall, one after another aiming for Bai Qingyu, tangling Bai Qingyu up, holding their bleeding arms and wielding a longsword to slowly escort Li Tianjiao backward, retreating to the corner of the hall.
Bai Qingyu's eyes were calm and dark, sword energy surging, moving with the momentum of wind and thunder, every move being a rapid and lethal attack, where the cold glare reached, scorching blood mist sprayed, techniques like the furious splashing tides, so fast that it was hard to see clearly, even the afterimages could not be handled, it did not seem like someone still recovering from severe injuries.
