Qian Fanji’s face went pale. He recalled the scene with the Immortal’s Drunkenness... and was instantly overwhelmed with shame. ’That day, he...’

A mistake was a mistake.

The carriage sped onward, its pursuers in hot pursuit.

After about the time it takes an incense stick to burn, the carriage was completely surrounded by men in black.

Ye Qianning lifted the carriage curtain and stepped out.

Qian Fanji hurried out after her, instinctively shielding her with his body.

"Attack." At the command of one of the men in black, the figures surrounding them swarmed forward.

"Don’t move," Qian Fanji instructed her, drawing his sword and charging ahead.

Luo Wen, Luo Xuan, Ying Ge, and Ying Yuan formed a circle around Ye Qianning, fending off the men in black.

"Don’t worry about me. Kill everyone here. Leave no one alive." After speaking, Ye Qianning’s small figure darted away, running toward the trees on the upper left.

"What are you doing?" Qian Fanji noticed her dash into the woods, his face a mask of surprise and panic. With a backhand strike, he threw off the assassins entangling him and turned to give chase.

Having received the order to kill, Luo Xuan, Luo Wen, and the others struck with even greater ruthlessness.

The night was deep, and the wind rustled through the leaves.

The men who had been secretly following them still radiated killing intent. They hadn’t made a move because they wanted to wait until the fighters below had mostly worn each other out, then they would strike and kill everyone.

More than ten high-level assassins stood in the high branches of the trees, their hands itching as they watched the slaughter below.

"Boss, let’s go down."

"Wait until most of them are dead. Isn’t it better for us to just swoop in and reap the rewards?"

"Boss, our blades are itching, too. They need a taste of blood..."

The assassin hadn’t even finished his sentence. His eyes were wide, his face still holding the excitement from his words.

"Don’t be so eager. You’ll get your chance to strike."

A breeze blew past from behind, and the rustling of the leaves seemed to quicken. For some reason, the leader suddenly shivered. He noticed no one was speaking behind him. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

The leader turned and finally realized something was wrong. "What is it... you guys..."

THUD. THUD.

The well-hidden men fell one after another. The scene was uncannily terrifying.

"Someone’s here! There’s someone in the shadows!" the leader exclaimed, instantly drawing his broadsword.

Ye Qianning somersaulted up through the air. A silver thread shot from her hand, wrapping around his broadsword. With a flick of her small hand, the broadsword was flung away. At that moment, he felt a crushing killing intent wash over him.

The killing intent was thick, heavy with the stench of death. Even as a professional assassin, he had never encountered such a powerful killing intent—and it was coming from a little girl.

Assassins are most sensitive to killing intent. The moment it flared, the opponent froze in terror.

A dozen men, gone in an instant. And they hadn’t even sensed a trace of her presence...

The assassin leader was scared out of his wits. He turned to flee, but just as he moved, his ankle was seized. The aura of death instantly flooded his heart.

Ye Qianning retracted the silver thread. Her five fingers clamped down hard. CRACK! The crisp snap was not of a joint popping, but of bone shattering.

"AHH..." The assassin leader’s face twisted in agony. "Who... are you?"

"The God of Death." Ye Qianning’s expression was icy, her voice even colder.

Without a shred of hesitation, she slammed the assassin leader onto the ground. She leaped down from the tree, her foot landing on his neck. With a slight press of her foot, the man on the ground died, blood gushing from his five orifices.

Qian Fanji was completely dumbfounded. He hadn’t even sensed that so many people were hidden in the shadows. To be able to conceal their presence so perfectly, they had to be first-class experts.

’She...’

’Killed them all?’

’In less than the time it takes half an incense stick to burn?’

If the little girl weren’t standing right in front of him, he wouldn’t have sensed anyone there at all. All he could feel was that thick aura of death—so sharp, so absolute.

Even someone like Xiang Minghou, a man forged on the battlefield, didn’t possess such an intense killing intent. And she was just a little girl.