Chapter 820: Killing With Your Fan
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
When the man who had launched the sneak attack saw that he had missed, he turned around and slashed behind him.
However, Ye Siming was even faster. He covered Gu Nuo’er’s neck with one hand to prevent her from turning around and seeing the upcoming bloody scene.
His other hand quickly grabbed the man’s neck.
Before the man could beg for mercy, the youth had already crushed his neck.
Then, Ye Siming swung his arm and threw the corpse to the side.
The screams in the crowd became louder and louder, and everyone fled in panic.
Only Ye Siming’s eyes were filled with killing intent.
He gently raised his black boots and grabbed the short saber on the ground firmly.
Ye Siming looked back and saw three sword-wielding assassins attacking him from behind.
The youth protected Gu Nuo’er’s head and retreated gracefully, avoiding these cold blades.
In his eyes, these people’s actions seemed to be chopping and sweeping randomly.
Ye Siming looked at the three people in front of him with his dark and cold eyes that were filled with killing intent.
Suddenly, he suddenly swung his hand and the short saber that he had been holding in his hand just now flew to the side.
It hit the chest of an assassin who was preparing to shoot an arrow and launch a sneak attack!
The assassin originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos to shoot hidden arrows. As long as he injured Marquis Yongye, Marquis Yongye would no longer be able to protect the little princess!
However, Marquis Yongye seemed to have three heads and six arms.
Even though he didn’t look in the direction the assassin was hiding, he could still throw the saber over accurately.
The assassin fell into a pool of blood and died instantly.
Ye Siming had alreadv carried Gu Nuo’er and retreated to stand in front of Tiang Xiaoran.
His eyes were filled with a wolf-like dangerous expression and a sinister aura as if he was about to attack and capture his target.
It was as if all the suspicious people, no matter where they were hiding, were in his sight.
The people sent by Prince Guang gradually surrounded them.
There were a total of 15 people.
They held sabers and swords and surrounded Ye Siming and the others.
Ye Siming reached out and took Jiang Xiaoran’s fan.
Jiang Xiaoran was shocked. “What are you doing with this?!”
Ye Siming gritted his teeth slightly and said in a cold voice, “Of course it’s to kill.”
In the blink of an eye, Ye Siming suddenly stepped on the table and jumped. The uncle who was selling tea just now was hiding under the table. He was so frightened that he covered his head and screamed.
The youth jumped up and stepped on an assassin’s head with his black boots.
He exerted strength and pressed down. The assassin was caught off guard and his knees went limp as he knelt on the ground.
At the same time, Ye Siming bent down and dodged the longsword that was swinging from the other side.
He took the opportunity to thrust out his weapon horizontally.
With a whoosh, the fan opened up and left a trail of blood on the ground.
Jiang Xiaoran’s gold-rimmed fan, which was originally used for him to pretend to be cool, had actually become a killing weapon in Ye Siming’s hands!
The stabbed assassin suddenly fell to the ground.
When his companions saw this, they couldn’t help but retreat.
However, Ye Siming had no intention of letting them escape.
He carried Gu Nuo’er alone and held a folding fan in his hand. He approached the assassins surrounding him bit by bit with cold steps.
Originally, the assassins were relying on their numbers in this situation, but they were now starting to retreat.
They were forced by Ye Siming to the extent that they even wanted to throw their swords and escape!
The youth suddenly flew to land amongst them, the golden fan in his hand like an extremely handy sword.
Wherever the fan passed by, bloody flowers bloomed.
Ye Siming’s movements were elegant as if he was strolling in his garden. Gu Nuo’er leaned on his shoulder and finally couldn’t help but let out a moan.
“Uh…
Ye Siming paused.
He was so happy from killing that he forgot that the child was still here.
He looked sideways slightly and asked in a soft voice, “What’s wrong?”