Imperial Treasure

Chapter 680 - 433: Massacre! Test! Disappearance!

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Yi Chilian was standing right next to the stairway in the living room, with quite a few people resembling Imperial Guards fighting with some others nearby.

These people were all very strange, dressed in black like assassins, with half of their faces covered and wearing soft-soled shoes that made no sound when they touched the ground, barely distinguishable from those cloaked assassins in movies and TV shows. Moreover, one thing they had in common was the same crazy strength that Wen Xiukai possessed!

Perhaps they could be described as Death Soldiers.

Of course, compared to the ongoing chaos and slaughter that had already broken out for a while, Sui Yi’s sudden appearance naturally drew a lot of attention. One of the nearby Death Soldiers, not the least bit courteous, charged over with a weapon that was quite interesting—a scimitar!

Sui Yi raised his right hand, and the sword sheath slipped into the gap made by the scimitar’s slice, thrust upward with the sheath, and the scimitar was flipped upwards with a flick!

Swish!

A turn and a float behind, cutting through the neck of a Death Soldier.

As for the one in front of him who lost his scimitar, it was time to use a palm strike, aiming at Sui Yi’s neck...

That fierceness was as spicy as a skyrocketing chili pepper!

But Sui Yi was as fast as lightning!

Others only felt a sound that was like silver needles scraping across copper foil, along with a flash of white light that zipped before their eyes.

That Death Soldier, with the strength of two Imperial Guards, just fell.

There was a thin red line on his neck, like a thread of blood.

What does it mean to kill from a thousand miles away without leaving a trace, a touch of red in the verdant Central Plains?

His sword had left a mark, yet others felt it was more terrifying than leaving no mark at all.

Many Death Soldiers stared at Sui Yi with trepidation, which gave the Imperial Guards many opportunities to exploit.

Sui Yi didn’t care about these people and crossed several steps to reach Yi Chilian’s side in an instant.

Glancing over, he saw Yue Beiqing fighting a Black-robed Man on the second floor.

Yue Beiqing inclined towards the Qingling Technique, with movements that were extremely sharp and agile, wielding a soft sword.

This was the first time Sui Yi had seen someone use a Soft Sword.

You should know that in Sword Dao, the Soft Sword is the most difficult because being purely soft is impossible. The Soft Sword relies on a combination of hardness and softness, capable of being both rigid and flexible, with unpredictable changes. This made the requirements for swordsmanship skills and Inner Strength control reach an extremely demanding level, something Sui Yi didn’t dare to claim he could achieve.

--Because he had never used a Soft Sword before!

However, Yue Beiqing was different. At most no more than 25 years old, she had already mastered many aspects of hardness and softness in her swordsmanship that many veteran Swordsmen from past decades could not accomplish, and she executed them brilliantly.

But the strength of the Black-robed Man was frightening, his movements sharp and vicious, his palm strikes poisonous like a snake, unpredictable and varied. As the soft sword danced and turned nimbly, the poisonous snake also moved leisurely. Both of them cut deep and sharp marks into walls and railings wherever they passed, yet they never managed to harm each other.

An equal match?

"What are you doing here?" Yi Chilian whispered.

Sui Yi didn’t look at him, resting Demon Que against the ground with his right hand and leaning against a doorpost with his left, he said nonchalantly, "It’s too noisy over here, couldn’t sleep."

Yi Chilian chuckled low, apologizing, "We’ll try to be quieter next time."

My goodness!

A young man wearing glasses next to Yi Chilian, who had already been trembling with fear from all the bladed chaos around him, couldn’t help but push up his glasses and said upon hearing Sui Yi’s words, "Beautiful Master, do you know what we’re doing here?"

Sui Yi glanced at him, her eyes somewhat aloof.

"Hiding, huh?"

Hiding, huh~

Damn! All the guys from the Magician Department who were hiding fell silent, including Yi Chilian, whose face couldn’t help but darken slightly, "It’s a strategy."

"I thought it was a condition," Sui Yi’s voice remained light.

It seemed that many programmers who thought they had seen the Little Dragon Girl were now silently weeping.

An exterior of Little Dragon Girl with an inner Li Mochou, ah my god!

However, the programmers’ current condition and strategy were soon disrupted because too many Death Soldiers were present. Even as Hammer and others provided support, Death Soldiers continued to approach, and then...

When the scimitar was slashing towards Yi Chilian’s neck!

Demon Que pierced through the scimitar, pinning it directly into the wall, and with a kick, the Death Soldier’s spine was broken.

That crunching sound made a certain programmer think of potato chips...

But upon turning his head, he saw their Boss Yi smiling particularly warmly, "Boss, I see a blossoming smile on your face."

"Hm?" Yi Chilian turned to look at him.

"Uh, just like a flower... a chrysanthemum~" The programmer dug through his Chinese vocabulary to find an adjective.