The high-pitched humming of the swords resonated within the tiny, twenty-square-meter space of the shop, violently assaulting their eardrums.
Within that split second when the flashes of light appeared, Ren grabbed onto the collar of Xiaoyi's floral dress and casually pulled her behind the counter, preventing the little girl from getting embroiled in the sudden carnage.
Assassination! This was a coordinated, high-level attempt to assassinate the Third Prince of the Grand Xia Empire!
Xia Ming, however, seemed to have fully expected it. He sat calmly on his wooden stool, his handsome face carrying a completely indifferent expression.
The moment the four assassins closed in, Xia Ming's pristine white robes suddenly fluttered without any wind.
His gentle, scholarly eyes underwent a terrifying transformation, shifting into the cold, ruthless gaze of an apex predator.
It was as if a mountain of corpses and an endless sea of blood were hiding behind his royal facade.
