ng some embroidery patterns from the old maidservant in the mansion I heard that the King's birthday is in a month."Fu Zi Mo only then opened his eyes, he grabbed her hand that was massaging him, his...The three Asura warriors looked at each other upon hearing Fu Zimo's words, then only to hear the elder leader sigh deeply, "Alright, since that's the case, then... let's fight!"

Qin Luo'yan was a bit worried. She didn't understand why Fu Zimuo was being impulsive at this time.

"A master is a man, if he can't even protect his own woman, then such a master will be looked down upon by everyone." Niwan seemed to see her confusion, and when she spoke, she drew her sword and stood cautiously in front of her. Niwan now knew that Qin Luoyan held a different position in Fu Zimu's heart, so she wouldn't let herself make the same mistake again.

"But…" Qin Luoyan was worried. Now, Fu Zimo wasn't just the man she cared about, but also her son's father. How could she watch him take such a risk

"It's fine. Besides, if we don't wipe them out completely today, the news will reach the Ling family. With our current strength, going against the Ling family would only result in mutual destruction. It's better to... eradicate them all!" Ni Wan leaned close to Qin Luo Yan's ear and added this sentence.

Suddenly, Qin Luoyan turned her head in astonishment to look at her. Seeing her serious expression and realizing she wasn't joking, Qin Luoyan understood that Ni Wan was serious. Perhaps, from the very beginning, Fu Zimo had never intended to let anyone escape this place.

To survive under those conditions, he must be tougher than anyone else, right

Qin LuoYan swallowed nervously, glancing at everyone present. In Fu ZiMo's eyes, were these people all destined to die This was the power of those in a position of authority To eliminate potential threats, he was willing to disregard public opinion and risk being condemned by the world Even if it meant being accused of cruelty

Although she had witnessed the harsh reality of this world, when she once again faced such cruelty, her heart couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. She had no right to criticize Fu Zimu's actions, because as Ni Wan said, if none of these people died today, when they returned to seek revenge on the Ling family, perhaps even more people would die on both sides.

While Ni Wan and Qin Luo Yan were talking, three Asura assassins surrounded Fu Zi Mo. Their moves changed too quickly; all the onlookers saw was a flurry of afterimages appearing and disappearing in the air.

And the black-clothed guards around Ni Wan also moved, charging into Chen Tian and the others. They weren't from the Flame Legion; they were masters who could fight one hundred at a time. While Chen Tian could easily kill Flame Legion soldiers, facing this group completely reversed the roles. He was beaten without any chance to fight back.

However, Chen Tian and the others obviously saw this society's survival rules more than Ling Hao, so they were fighting with their lives, battling while retreating towards the outside of the courtyard.

As for Ling Hao, he was very confident in the three Asura warriors and still stood aside watching the battle, shouting incessantly, “Kill him! Kill him! When I return to my clan, I will definitely reward you well!”

The three Asura warriors didn't have time to listen to his nonsense. Just as a man in black rushed to Ling Hao's side and was about to kill him, one Asura warrior retreated from the battle circle and charged towards Ling Hao to protect him!

The man in black who killed Ling Hao was no match for the Asura warrior, being forced back with a single palm strike. However, two more men in black rushed forward and restrained the Asura warrior's movements.

Fu Zi Mo, with his strength against two, immediately felt the pressure lifted. A loud boom echoed through the air, and a Shura warrior fell straight down, landing on the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The old man was still entangled with Fu Zimo, but his eyes were full of shock. "I really didn't expect that a prodigy from the Rong family would have such strength! How is this possible, it's impossible..."

The elder muttered, his mind in turmoil, and was once again outmaneuvered by Fu Zimu. He saw Fu Zimu's fist charge towards his face. Suddenly realizing something, he shouted, "I understand! I understand! You must have used the Yun family's secret art! But the Yun family's secret art comes at a price, old man knows your weakness!"

With the elder's roar, he spun to dodge Fu Zimu's attack. In the next instant, his palm flipped, revealing a short sword. The blade no longer aimed for Fu Zimu's vital points, but instead plunged towards his lower waist.

After all, the old man was a Shura death soldier. His martial arts were incomparable to ordinary masters. Normally, Fu Zimo wouldn't have any problems fighting him one-on-one, but this consecutive attack had already consumed most of his energy. Now that he was struck by the old man's full force, although he had judged the old man's attack point and dodged as much as possible,

But the short sword still cut him at the waist, a stream of blood gushing out from the wound and splattering onto the faces of the people below. Qin Luoyan blinked in disbelief, a pool of blood landing on her eyelids. It was winter, yet she could feel the heat radiating from it.

Her heart skipped a beat, she wanted to cry out in alarm, but when she opened her mouth, she found that she couldn't make a sound because of the overwhelming fear.

Logically speaking, an injury of this magnitude shouldn't have much impact on someone as powerful as Fu Zimo. However, for some unknown reason, the instant he was wounded, Fu Zimo's entire aura weakened by eight points, and his face turned pale in an instant.

“Could it really be, as the Asura assassin said, that was Fu Zimo’s weakness” Qin Luoyan’s heart pounded wildly in her chest. She shook her head slowly, watching helplessly as Fu Zimo fell before her, while above them, the old man holding the short sword lunged again.

In the blink of an eye, she instinctively rushed forward, throwing her arms around Fu Zimu and using her back to shield him from the elder's short sword. It was as if she had offered herself as a human shield for him.

Such plots have appeared countless times in all sorts of TV shows. She used to think such storylines were too old-fashioned when watching television, but when reality was placed before her, she realized that whether a plot was old or not didn't really matter. What mattered was that when you genuinely wanted to protect someone, it was an instinctive reaction.

The old man didn't care whether someone was taking the sword for Fu Zimu. His attack showed no sign of restraint, as if he wanted to pierce through both of them with his short sword.

Fu Zi Mo's pair of gloomy eyes flashed a hint of pity, then, under these circumstances, the corner of his mouth actually curled into a smile. He was satisfied, satisfied with the sacrifice this woman made for him.

Just…

How could he possibly make his own woman a shield

At the instant the short sword came slashing, Fu Zimo raised his hand, gathering all his strength in his palm, then…

He grasped the short sword with his bare hands!

The sharp blade slashed across his palm, the dripping blood staining Qin Luo's back, blooming into a riot of vibrant flowers. The air was thick with the stench of blood.

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