Bai Qingyan, who had removed the iron sandbags from her body, felt as light as a swallow. She pushed Bai Jinzhi aside, her eyes deep and solemn. She didn't avoid the sudden blade, and with her longsword drawn, its cold light flashed. In an instant, blood sprayed, and the person's head rolled down the slope, face twisted and eyes bulging.
Shen Yanzong had been prepared, but he hadn't expected the Xiliang assassins to move so fast. As soon as the Xiliang assassin made a move, the Shen family guards immediately drew their swords.
"Eldest Young Lady, step back!" Bai Jinzhi swiftly drew her sword to protect Bai Qingyan.
The scent of blood permeated the moonlit forest. A thin cloud slowly covered the bright moon, and the surrounding light and sounds gradually faded, leaving everything in silence.