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After falling to the ground, Hong Sixiang felt a metallic taste in his throat. Unable to hold it in, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You...you are...a Grandmaster?"
He stared at Chen Qingfeng in shock, a hint of fear in his eyes.
Previously, Hong Sixiang only had doubts.
However, as Chen Qingfeng unleashed the power of a Grandmaster, he was directly sent flying.
Hong Sixiang immediately felt reassured.
The person he was facing was not a ninth-rank martial artist, but a genuine grandmaster!
"There are assassins!"
"Catch the assassin..."
Just then, the commotion caused by the two had just made attracted a large number of imperial guards, who all moved toward them.
Chen Qingfeng glanced indifferently at Hong Sixiang and spoke with disdain:
"The Southern Qing Imperial Palace?"
"Can't I just come and go as I please?"
After saying that, Chen Qingfeng let out a hearty laugh, and then his figure flashed, disappearing into the night as a streak of light.
Soon, a large number of imperial guards and sentries arrived at the starting point.
Where can one find even a trace of Chen Qingfeng?
Only Hong Sixiang remained standing there, his face pale.
"Eunuch Hong, where is the assassin?"
The commander of the Imperial Guards asked aloud.
"They're gone! No need to chase after them!"
Whether we can catch up or not is another matter.
Even if you catch up, none of you will be able to stop him!
After uttering these words, Hong Sixiang got up and left without waiting for the guards to react.
……
Xingqing Palace.
Emperor Qing had already gone to sleep.
At this moment, Hong Sixiang rushed over to report.
"Your Majesty, there are... there are assassins."
On the dragon bed, Emperor Qing suddenly opened his eyes, sat up with Ban, and spoke in a cold voice:
“There are plenty of assassins who have tried to enter the palace.”
"Take it!"
"Is it really necessary for Eunuch Hong to make this trip?"
"Could it be... that the assassin escaped?"
Upon hearing what Emperor Qing said, Hong Sixiang bowed even deeper and quickly replied:
"His Majesty."
"This assassin tonight is different."
"It might be... a Grandmaster-level assassin!"
"This old servant fought him, and was defeated in just a few moves."
Upon hearing Hong Sixiang's words, Emperor Qing's eyes flashed with surprise, and he couldn't help but ask in astonishment:
"A Grandmaster-level assassin?"
"Could it be... Si Gu Jian has come again?"
Before this, Si Gu Jian had come more than once, all in an attempt to test him.
Hong Sixiang frowned, not in a hurry to answer Emperor Qing.
Scenes from their previous encounter flashed through his mind.
After thinking for a moment, he finally spoke:
"Return to Your Majesty."
"That man's moves were rather strange; he used his hand as a sword when he made a move."
"This doesn't seem like Si Gu Jian's style."
"But it also looks somewhat similar."
"This old servant finds it difficult to judge!"
Emperor Qing glanced at himself, feigning a thoughtful expression.
"Oh?"
"Using your hand as a sword? That means you didn't bring a sword with you?"
"Si Gu Jian entered the Grandmaster level through swordsmanship and always carries his sword with him. So, does that mean the assassin is a newly promoted Grandmaster?"
At this point, Emperor Qing's brows furrowed even more deeply.
After much thought, I still can't figure out who in the world, among all swordsmen, can follow in the footsteps of Si Gu Jian and enter the sect of swordsmanship!
At this moment, Hong Sixiang pursed his lips and said again:
"His Majesty."
"It cannot be ruled out that the person did that on purpose."
"What this old servant can confirm is that he does indeed possess the strength of a Grandmaster."
Upon hearing this, Emperor Qing let out a long sigh and replied:
"I understand. Go back and recover from your injuries!"
"Yes!"
Hong Sixiang bowed deeply and then withdrew.
After Hong Sixiang left, Emperor Qing glanced at himself and muttered to himself:
There are only a handful of grandmasters in the world.
"Ku He is stationed in Northern Qi, so it's impossible for him to travel thousands of miles to break into the Southern Qing palace at night."
"Ye Liuyun is the grandmaster of my Nanqing. His Liuyun Sanshou is easy to recognize."
"An assassin uses his hand as a sword... Could it really be that he's looking around with swords everywhere?"
"Or perhaps Wu Zhu?"
"If neither of these is true, then the world has gained another Grandmaster!"
After a moment's thought, Emperor Qing composed himself and coldly smiled, saying:
"interesting."
"If there really is a newly promoted Grandmaster, we can try to find out who it is."
"If Nanqing had another Grandmaster..."
Meanwhile, Chen Qingfeng had already returned to his small courtyard.
Not far away, Fan Ruoruo was sitting on a small stool, lost in thought.
The starry sky is beautiful tonight.
Each star is like a dazzling gem set in the deep black sky.
This not only made Fan Ruoruo feel refreshed, but also aroused his curiosity and longing for the unknown world.
"Brother Qingfeng has been gone for a long time, why hasn't he come back yet?"
Fan Ruoruo pouted.
She was very intelligent and had deduced it from Chen Qingfeng's previous few words.
Chen Qingfeng must have gone to the palace tonight.
"There won't be any accidents, right?"
Suddenly, Fan Ruoruo was startled and sprang up from the bench as if she had a spring attached to her body.
After all, the imperial palace was heavily guarded and had numerous hidden sentries.
If Chen Qingfeng gets caught, it will be a serious crime.
Fan Ruoruo didn't want the future husband whom His Majesty had just betrothed to her to die in the palace.
However, to Fan Ruoruo's surprise, as soon as she turned around, she bumped into Chen Qingfeng walking from outside the courtyard.
Although Chen Qingfeng was dressed in black and wearing a mask.
But Fan Ruoruo recognized her at a glance.
"Brother Qingfeng!"
"you are back!"
Seeing Chen Qingfeng return unharmed, Fan Ruoruo was overjoyed and quickly went to him.
Chen Qingfeng nodded and said:
"Ruo Ruo, please wait a moment while I go inside to change my clothes."
With that, Chen Qingfeng walked straight into the inner room.
Fan Ruoruo felt relieved. She had been worried about Chen Qingfeng and was planning to go back to her father, Fan Jian, to ask him to send someone to the palace to find out what was going on.
Fortunately, Chen Qingfeng returned at this time.