My Wife is Unbeatable in the Whole World, Touch Me If You Dare!

This time, to protect Lord Li's safety, the Spiegel Bureau dispatched ten agents from the Fourth Realm.

Even with these ten agents from the Fourth Realm, they could hold their ground against two Grandmasters.

However, half of the Spiegel Bureau's finest had been lured away by the archer, leaving only five behind.

Even with the addition of the Princess and her group, they were still at a severe numerical disadvantage.

If their own Grandmaster turned against them, it would truly mean a dead end.

Everyone's attention was focused on Gatekeeper Huang.

Fortunately, after brief contemplation, Huang shook his head and said, "Taking one's money to ward off disaster for them, it's been a long time since I've fought with a Grandmaster, I hope you can give me a thrill..."

The Black-clothed Grandmaster smiled sinisterly, "Then come on!"

He turned to the group of black-clothed figures and commanded in a deep voice, "Kill them all, leave no one behind!"

He did not attack Li Xuanjing directly because he knew he wouldn't get a chance to approach him until he had dealt with the Grandmaster.

As soon as his words fell, both their figures vanished simultaneously.

The techniques employed by both Grandmasters were Boxing, their True Qi as vast as the ocean. Each collision of their fists produced a muffled sound, kicking up dust and stones where the True Qi spread, even cracking the ground.

The rest of the black-clothed figures surrounded Li Nuo.

Song Jiaren looked toward Li Anning and said, "Protect your husband well."

Since this was a mountain pilgrimage, she hadn't brought a sword.

Song Yiren also didn't carry a sword.

Li Anning used the Drawing a Prison technique, shielding Li Nuo and his son within it.

In her hands, a Law Whip materialized out of thin air.

She made no other moves but to guard by their side.

Aside from a Grandmaster, there were fifteen fourth realm assassins lying in wait.

But with only five Spiegel Bureau experts, and minus Housekeeper Wu, who stayed to protect Li Xuanjing, each person had to face at least two enemies.

Despite the dire situation, not a single person backed down.

Song Yiren confronted a black-clothed man.

His swordsmanship was fierce, his blade striking like lightning with infinite variations, clearly a master of the Sword Dao.

At this life-or-death moment, Song Yiren was momentarily distracted.

Because she was all too familiar with this swordsmanship.

Li Nuo would personaly and intimately teach her this sword technique every other day, dozens of times.

It was the Heavenly Mountain Sword Technique.

The standard Heavenly Mountain Sword Technique.

She knew this technique too well; after he executed the first three moves, she knew what his next three moves would be.

In such a case, even slight distraction wasn't a real problem.

The black-clothed assassin lunged with his sword, but the woman seemed to anticipate his move, slightly swerving to avoid the thrust.

Then, he suddenly felt pain in his wrist and his long sword slipped from his grasp.

In an instant, the sword he was holding appeared in the woman's hand.

As if knowing his techniques, she had evaded in advance and struck his wrist with a follow-up move, seizing his weapon in the process.

But his astonishment only lasted a moment before he used his True Qi to form a sword, and charged forward again.

Though this method greatly depleted his True Qi, they had the advantage of numbers and should be able to eliminate these people before their True Qi ran out.

That was his thought.

But when he attacked again, Song Yiren had already anticipated his moves five steps ahead.

With the same level of cultivation, if one's techniques were seen through by an adversary who could not change their moves to reclaim the initiative, life and death would be decided in a moment.

That's why the core Martial Arts of major Sects are forbidden to be passed on outside.

A fully accomplished Grandmaster may not need to stick to specific moves, but below the level of a Grandmaster it's rare to break free from the confines of prescribed techniques.

The Seventy-two Forms of Heavenly Mountain Swordsmanship required infusing most of the True Qi into the sword, attacking as its own form of defense, all offense with no guarding.

If the opponent could not cope with such swift sword strikes, they would be left defending without attacking, and the practitioner of this style would not need to worry about defense.

But if the opponent managed to respond, the practitioner would be in a very precarious position.

With too little True Qi set aside for defense, they were unable to resist attacks from someone of similar cultivation.

Whoosh!

The long sword swept through the air and across the black-clothed assassin's neck.

He clutched his neck as blood gushed between his fingers, staring at Song Yiren with eyes widened in disbelief.

Song Yiren was also somewhat surprised.

The man was at least of the fourth realm, with comparable cultivation to hers, yet she had dispatched him so easily.

Even if he used half his True Qi to protect his body and hacked away with the sword without using the Heavenly Mountain Sword Technique, he shouldn't have died so quickly.

She looked back and saw two black-clothed men already slain by Song Jiaren.

No surprise, they were using the Heavenly Mountain Sword Technique as well.

This stoked her competitive spirit. With swift moves and strikes, another black-clothed assassin using the Heavenly Mountain Sword Technique fell at her hand.

She truly relished these assassins employing the Heavenly Mountain Sword Technique.

It felt like when her mother would test her on her studies and her older apprentice sister secretly slipped her the answers.

They were intimately familiar with all the technique's variations, but the men could not predict their moves, leading only to their inevitable demise.

In a flash, four of their comrades were dead.

This caused the remaining eleven black-clothed assassins to halt their attack, fear showing in the visible part of their eyes.

Those four had genuine fourth realm cultivation, mastering the Heavenly Mountain Sword Technique to the Transformation Realm, yet were effortlessly slain by these two women. Could they be Grandmasters?

Among the eleven, three were particularly terror-stricken.

The original eight members of the Heavenly Mountain Seven Killers became seven after one died. Now four were gone at once, meaning the remaining three could only be called the Heavenly Mountain Three Killers.