"Ding ding," two sounds of metal clashing rang out as the two swords who had just come to the rescue were repelled in the blink of an eye, with the young boy gripping the horse's reins tightly and striding forward to the diagonal front.
Four swordbearers clad in blue garb rushed towards him simultaneously, while the furious shout of a guard pierced the air, "Someone is assassinating Prime Minister Li!"
In an instant, however, three streams of blood shot onto his lapels and thighs, seeping in with a chilling, sticky touch.
These so-called pinnacle swordbearers of the Vein Realm, first-rate fighters of The Pugilistic World who had served in the household for over a decade, fell like chaff before the young hero's sword.
"You... you..." Li Du didn't know what he wanted to say, his instinct to seek help compelled him to speak; he looked at the young boy with a face not unfamiliar to him, which after being splashed with blood, resembled that of a demonic god.