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Chapter 266: Wang Mang's Intentions

Just then, the Second Prince also came to visit.

He stood at the door, glanced at Fang Xiaoxiao, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, but with Pei Yan present, he quickly regained his composure and simply greeted her a few times.

Wearing a human skin mask, Pei Yan looked at his second brother, who seemed to be nice to him on the surface, and secretly wondered what his true thoughts were.

Just as the atmosphere inside the room was becoming somewhat tense, a group of assassins suddenly rushed in.

The leader was Wang Mang, a servant of the Ouyang family. He was arrogant and domineering, and shouted loudly.

"Haha, none of you will escape today, you'll all die here!"

Pei Yan shielded Fang Xiaoxiao behind him, glaring angrily at Wang Mang: "So it was you, you scoundrel!"

Wang Mang sneered.

"That's right, I ordered all the assassinations before. Today we're here to eliminate any future threats, and this day next year will be your death anniversary!"

Pei Yan gritted his teeth.

"You villain, how dare you be so arrogant!"

Wang Mang brandished his sword.

"Enough with the nonsense, prepare to die!" With that, he commanded the assassins to swarm forward.

Pei Yan and the Second Prince fought back fiercely, engaging in a fierce battle with the assassins.

Inside, tables and chairs flew about, and the sounds of clashing swords filled the air. Wang Mang shouted incessantly from the side.

"Kill me, leave no one behind!"

The room instantly descended into chaos. Pei Yan drew his sword and, with lightning speed, engaged in a desperate battle with the rushing assassins.

His swordplay was fierce, each strike carrying boundless anger and killing intent.

"You bunch of villains, today I will make sure you never leave alive!"

Pei Yan's voice sounded like a roar from hell, filled with endless anger and killing intent.

His sword was as fast as lightning, and in an instant, several assassins screamed and fell into pools of blood, splattering blood everywhere and staining the ground red.

The second prince was not to be outdone; he was agile and his punches and kicks were as swift as the wind.

Every punch he threw was accompanied by a whooshing sound, and every kick he delivered was as powerful as a thunderbolt.

His gaze was cold and stern, and his actions were decisive, displaying royal majesty.

An assassin attempted to ambush him from behind, but he turned around and kicked him away, sending him flying into a wall and knocking him unconscious on the spot.

Fang Xiaoxiao hid in the corner, covering her mouth tightly with both hands to prevent herself from letting out a terrified scream.

Her eyes were wide open, filled with fear and worry, and she silently prayed for Pei Yan and the Second Prince.

Seeing that the assassins were unable to break through, Wang Mang became increasingly agitated. His ferocious face contorted with muscles, and his eyes flashed with a mad killing intent.

"Pei Yan, today is your death day!" He personally drew his sword and charged towards Pei Yan, his sword strikes fierce, like a storm of wind and rain.

Pei Yan dodged Wang Mang's fatal blow by sidestepping, and then thrust his sword at Wang Mang's throat with a backhand motion.

Wang Mang hurriedly returned to defend, deflecting the attack with his sword. Their swords clashed, sending sparks flying. They exchanged blows, their swordplay as swift and fierce as a storm, dazzling the eye.

At this moment, several more assassins seized the opportunity to rush towards Fang Xiaoxiao.

The second prince, quick as a flash, leaped forward like a roc spreading its wings.

He first punched an assassin in the face, instantly breaking the assassin's nose and causing blood to gush out.

Then, he kicked another assassin in the abdomen, sending him flying like a kite with a broken string.

"Protect Miss Fang!" the Second Prince shouted, his voice filled with determination and fearlessness.

While fighting fiercely with Wang Mang, Pei Yan kept an eye on Fang Xiaoxiao's safety.

"Xiao Xiao, don't be afraid!" His forehead veins bulged, and sweat streamed down his cheeks, but his eyes never left Fang Xiao Xiao for a moment.

Taking advantage of Pei Yan's distraction, Wang Mang suddenly exerted force and slashed Pei Yan's arm with his sword.

A deep wound immediately appeared on Pei Yan's arm, and blood gushed out. But Pei Yan only gritted his teeth, a look of pain on his face, without backing down, instead becoming even more courageous.

Even if I die, I'll drag you all down with me!

Pei Yan's eyes were bloodshot, like an enraged lion. His swordsmanship became even more frenzied, each strike carrying an aura of mutual destruction.

The battle intensified, with assassins falling one after another, but Pei Yan and the Second Prince were also gradually running out of strength. Their breathing became rapid, and their movements began to slow down.

Upon seeing this, Wang Mang laughed triumphantly.

"Let's see how long you can hold out!" His laughter sounded particularly jarring in the blood-soaked room.

At this critical moment, Pei Yan suddenly discovered a flaw in Wang Mang's strategy.

Frustrated by his prolonged attack, Wang Mang's movements became slightly disorganized. Pei Yan seized this opportunity, using all his strength to thrust his sword into Wang Mang's chest.

Wang Mang let out a miserable scream, and blood gushed from his mouth.

He stared at Pei Yan in disbelief, his eyes filled with despair and resentment. "Impossible..." His voice trailed off as he collapsed to the ground.

When the remaining assassins saw their leader fall, their morale immediately collapsed.

Some wanted to run away, while others collapsed to the ground, losing the courage to fight.

Pei Yan and the Second Prince seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack, displaying their might and awe-inspiring prowess like war gods.

Every swing of Pei Yan's sword took a life; every punch and kick from the Second Prince brought his enemy to the ground.

Finally, all the assassins were subdued.

The room reeked of blood, and the assassins' corpses lay scattered on the floor.

"It's not that easy to kill us!"

Pei Yan, panting heavily, said fiercely.

His clothes were stained with blood, and his hair was disheveled, but his eyes were filled with the joy and determination of victory.

The second prince also leaned wearily against the wall, panting heavily.

Fang Xiaoxiao ran out from the corner and threw herself into Pei Yan's arms, tears streaming down her face.