Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

The industrial park in the new district, despite being called new, had large swaths of desolate land.

Shen Yuexin was here this time to survey the area, preparing to develop some real estate since Donghai City's land was worth its weight in gold. Whether it was the undeveloped new district or the urban villages, there was a huge financial incentive.

But as Shen Yuexin inspected the last sparsely populated spot, an unexpected event occurred; she was subjected to a frenzied attack by enemies wielding fierce firepower.

All of Shen Yuexin's bodyguards, except for Yuan Huan and three or four others, were killed, and even Yuan Huan was severely injured, covered in blood, looking miserable.

"Miss, run! Run fast!" Yuan Huan roared, the blood on his face making him look like a demon from hell.

Shen Yuexin bit down on her silver teeth, "I can't leave! Hold on, I've already called Ye Ling. As long as we can hold out until he gets here, we'll be safe!" Find your next read on empire

Having witnessed Ye Ling's terrifying skills, Shen Yuexin didn't even bother to call the police, knowing that they wouldn't be able to fend off a well-planned and ferocious enemy.

Whoosh, a bullet grazed over Yuan Huan's scalp, startling Shen Yuexin so much that she immediately sprawled onto the ground. The Shen Yuexin who was once like an icy princess now looked more like a village girl, covered in dirt.

"Miss, whether or not Ye Senior can make it, you must leave now, otherwise, there's a huge danger!"

Yuan Huan shouted in a low voice, "Their firepower is secondary, the one who killed our brothers has formidable skills, at the very least at the Houtian level. We few surviving soldiers are no match for him."

What Yuan Huan didn't say was that they probably wouldn't last until Ye Ling's arrival. If Ye Ling failed to make it on time, and they died, then Shen Yuexin would be in danger.

However, Shen Yuexin herself was somewhat calm at this moment and shook her head, "Yuan Huan, even if I escape under your cover, do you think I can get away?"

"For a Houtian expert to kill a weak woman like me, do you think I can escape under his watch?"

Yuan Huan was at a loss for words, not knowing how to counter that. Yes, even if they ran, they had to actually escape successfully.

"Protect the Miss, everyone retreat!" Seeing another brother die beside him, Yuan Huan clenched his teeth to endure the pain in his heart, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, and roared loudly.

The remaining three bodyguards, including Yuan Huan, summoned all their spirit. In their hearts, Shen Yuexin's life was of utmost importance; even in death, they couldn't let her fall into danger.

Whoosh, whoosh, black figures pursued them frantically from not far away, crazily shooting hot fire dragons from their guns, the bullets hitting the ruins' walls, kicking up dense dust.

"Brother Yuan, protect the Miss and retreat! Quick!" A man roared fanatically. They were all Shen Yuexin's bodyguards, licensed to carry guns, and were absolute powerhouses from the family, but this was only relative to ordinary people.

Now facing formidable assassins, they no longer had the arrogance typical against the ordinary; crudely put, they were like bereaved dogs.

Yet they had to ensure Shen Yuexin's safety, that was the mission they carried, the sole mission entrusted to them by the Shen Family.

Yuan Huan was taken aback, of course understanding what charging out now meant—it was a path to certain death.

But… but if they didn't charge out, the enemy would come over, and once they did, they would die all the same.

"Brother, take care!" Yuan Huan clenched his teeth, and tears gushed in his eyes, falling to the ground. For many years, he had not cried, but today, fearing it might be their last farewell, seeing each other again seemed unlikely.

The others cracked a smile, wiped the tears from their eyes, and said, "Miss, in the next life, we'll still be your bodyguards!"

Having said this, they charged out, their guns blazing fiercely, spurting out fire dragons unexpectedly and killing a total of six enemies.

Seeing this, Yuan Huan grabbed Shen Yuexin and fled. If he didn't flee now, his fellow bodyguards' offensive would have been in vain.

Shen Yuexin's eyes were red with tears brimming, "I will avenge you! I definitely will!"

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As if making a vow, Shen Yuexin's heart ached terribly. These people had been by her side since childhood, with years of emotional connection, like family. But now they were about to die tragic deaths right before her very eyes.

"Quick! Shen Yuexin has escaped; pursue her and kill her!" a leading figure waved his arm, and the assassins behind him frantically pressed the triggers in their hands.

Pop, pop, pop—the bullets pierced the chests of Shen Yuexin's bodyguards mercilessly, drops of blood falling to the ground, shattering upon impact and soaking the earth.

Yet they stood, their bodies erect, no trace of life in their eyes, still clutching their scorching guns.

It was a belief, a belief that kept them standing on the land even after death, unwilling to fall.

An old man in a gray robe appeared silently in front of the leader of the assassins, his face cold and his hands bloodstained.

"Lao Li, Shen Yuexin got away!" the leader of the assassins bowed his head, his voice deep and even trembling.

The leader of the assassins could be said to rival Death himself, but before this old man, he dared not show the slightest disrespect.

There was no other reason than the fact that the old man was a powerful Houtian expert. Should he truly anger him, even ten lives would not be enough to die.

Houtian experts were absolute powerhouses above S-level, true kings in every dark domain.

Lao Li gave a slight smile, "And what of it? If I want to kill her, can she escape?"

"The Shen Family's girl, in a time when the Clan Leader hasn't been injured, I might have had to consider some things. But an injured tiger can't possibly be a match for a ferocious Wolf King."

Lao Li likened himself to the ferocious Wolf King and Shen Yuexin's grandfather to an injured tiger.

Thump, thump.

Lao Li tapped his toes and, like a ghost, vanished from the side of the leader of the assassins, swift as a gust of wind.

A kilometer away, Yuan Huan gasped for air, his hand holding the gun trembling. He had fought desperately, slain all his pursuers, but had no strength left for another battle.

"Miss, go now! Quick! There are only two of them left. Escape now and go find Ye Ling!" Yuan Huan spoke and then collapsed to the ground.

Shen Yuexin hurried to help Yuan Huan up, but in the next moment, a gust of wind whipped up, the sand blinding her.

"Hehe, none of you will escape today; no one can save your lives!" A voice laced with chilling intent to kill rang out.

Lao Li, in his gray long robe, appeared there with a smile on his face, yet brimming with a thick murderous aura.

Yuan Huan gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet. His gun spat fire wildly, but the frantic bullets slowed down near Lao Li and then were shockingly deflected to the ground by an invisible force.

Clatter, clatter—the sound of the bullets dropping was like the ringing of a death knell.

"Daring to strike at me, you shall die first!" Lao Li said, and with a flick of his finger, a wisp of gray light shot straight into Yuan Huan's leg.

Yuan Huan's face paled instantly, he gritted his teeth against the pain. Collapsing to the ground, one leg trembled uncontrollably, clearly crippled.

"You want to kill me?" Shen Yuexin seemed to have calmed completely and stood in front of Yuan Huan, speaking in a deep voice.

Lao Li let out a peculiar laugh, "Do you think anyone can save you now?"

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