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His posture was a little odd. He hung upside down on the city walls, his feet hooked onto the crevices of the wall and his head and hands hanging upside down in the direction of the gates. Such a position required great skills and had a high degree of difficulty.

Initially, Meng Fuyao believed that he had the same plan as her—to quietly pass through the city gates at night and kill a few guards along the way. But instead, he hung upside down as though as he was waiting for something.

This piqued Meng Fuyao curiosity as she inched forward, hiding in the grass as she too, waited.

The autumn night was a little chilly. Xuanyuan Nation looked peaceful and the soldiers, basking in the moonlight, patrolling the city walls could have never dreamt of the fact that in this very moment, a man was beneath them quietly waiting. And further down, in the grass, was one with a pair of bright eyes, shimmering like the moonlight.

They would also never guess that the owners of these two pairs of calm eyes would brew an unsalvageable storm in Xuanyuan.

The moonlight shifted. It was now past midnight. That person had plenty of patience, and so did Meng Fuyao. She remained hidden in the grass when she suddenly heard the sound of horses galloping from afar.

The fast beating sound of hooves hitting the ground was still far away a moment ago, but in a blink of an eye, the horse was nearby. Under the moonlight, the grand white horse galloped quickly as its rider whipped it hastily, evident that the warrior was in an emergency. In an instant, they reached the city gates.

Meng Fuyao's gaze flickered. She knew what the beauty was going to do.

But… She frowned… How would he clean up the aftermath?

Galloping loudly through the night, the guards at the city gate were quickly made aware of this incoming guest. One could then hear a series of footsteps and orders being given. The torches on the city walls were swiftly lit up, and a platoon leader looked down and yelled, ”Reveal your identity. You cannot enter the city gates at night!”

The masked warrior laughed coldly without a word and showed the guard on the city walls a golden token.

Meng Fuyao was not able to clearly see the golden token clearly but only heard the shock in the guard's voice. The guard's tone immediately changed, ”My apologies, I did not know that it was the honorable special envoy from the Holy Palace. Come, open the gates for the great sir!”

The torch was kept back, and it was then followed by disordered footsteps. The warrior laughed coldly and arrogantly as he crossed his arms, waiting for the city gates to open for him.

It was that moment where he carelessly waited alone, where the guards were no longer looking down, and the gates were still not open. That moment.

It was the only moment where he could take advantage of.

The beauty hanging upside down on the city gate suddenly flew down.

Like a withered leaf falling naturally from the branch, he fluttered down right in front of the warrior. Just when the warrior registered a vague shadow passing, he felt his throat going cold.

It was as though the slender fingers of the beauty gently and carelessly brushed past a flower, swiftly picking away the petals of life.

Before the blood had the chance to follow out, the beauty in black hit the body with a sharp knife. And for some reason, that blood was sealed in. He waved his hand in the most elegant way posture and a ray of light shot out. In the next moment, a bloody face in perfect condition was in his hand.

He then lifted his hand and threw the corpse up.

The corpse silently flew towards the wall and moving very slightly, a white ray of light shot out from his sleeve and pierced through the corpse, nailing the corpse to the top of the gate—the place he was hanging from just now!

Kacha—

The heavy gates opened.

At this moment, the person that now entered the guards' vision was now the cold ”masked warrior” from just now with the golden token in hand. The guards bowed politely as several guards came out, as usual, to look around—defense at the Xuanyuan gates was always tight. There was no place to hide near the gates, not even a bush.

A guard with a sharp nose stiffed a little and asked doubtfully, ”Why is there a stench of blood…” Before he could complete his sentence, his leader smacked him as he pouted a little. It was then that the guard came to a realization. Apparently, the Knights of the Holy Palace were elite assassins that carried out top secret missions. It couldn't be more normal for the smell of blood to follow him.

The guards did not have any findings and went back in ease. With an outstretched arm, they carefully invited the ”knight” into the nation. The knight nodded his head, suddenly looked back and then waved his whip and galloped into the direction of the autumn moon.

The city gates once again closed. Meng Fuyao, currently on the hill, heaved a long sigh.

'Damn… what a cruel person.'

His attack was precise, cruel, and accurate. The timing was perfect to the second!