Zu An was worried that Qiu Honglei’s master would be cut in half, but she had somehow managed to flip the entire situation around. Despite that, Zhuxie Chixin’s wound didn’t look too serious, and he was clearly still able to carry on.

What Zhuxie Chixin had said concerned him the most, though. Grandmaster rank!

This woman is a grandmaster?

Couldn’t he now boast that he had survived an attack from a grandmaster?

The long-haired woman didn’t reply, but casually waved her hand. Qiu Honglei and the others who were holding up the rear were gently pushed out of the Eastern Palace by an unseen force.

Zhuxie Chixin quickly gave out orders. “Guo Zhi, have some of your men escort the crown prince to safety. Zhao Yuan, lead some of the troops and go after the assassins. Golden Token Eleven, disperse the Embroidered Envoys who are present to the various palace gates and inform the garrison generals about the situation. We cannot let a single assassin...