200: On the eve of the wedding, murderous intent lurks beneath the surface!

The Gold-Masked Chief Steward's raspy, cold voice echoed slowly throughout the main hall.

"Reporting to the Chief Steward!"

The lead ace assassin, wearing a mask with a Hungry Wolf totem, bowed in salute.

"Everything is ready!"

"Tomorrow, on the way from the Imperial Palace back to Guanhai Garden, we have set up three lethal traps along the ten miles of Vermilion Bird Avenue to strike while their guards are down!"

"The first is 'Crimson Fireworks.' We have bribed hundreds of death soldiers who will hide among the spectating commoners. They will launch a suicide attack the moment the wedding procession passes by!"

"Even if they cannot kill Li Qing, it will be enough to cause maximum chaos and exhaust his focus!"

"The second is 'Ambush from All Sides.' Our people have already infiltrated all the lofts and shops on both sides of Vermilion Bird Avenue."

"When the time comes, ten thousand arrows will be fired at once. Poisoned armor-piercing arrows will be enough to turn that golden dragon carriage into a pincushion! We want to see if Li Qing's Physical Body is truly invulnerable to blades and spears!"

"The third, and most critical, is the 'Sovereign's Sting'!"

A flash of fanaticism and confidence flickered in the Hungry Wolf assassin's eyes!

"The three of us will strike simultaneously when his mind is at its most chaotic and his physical strength is most depleted!"

"The Sancai Killing Formation, combining the strength of the three of us, is enough to instantly unleash a strike comparable to a King of the Divine Power Realm!"

"We do not believe that Li Qing can survive that!"

Listening to his report, the Gold-Masked Chief Steward nodded in satisfaction.

These three killing traps were interlinked and progressive.

It could be said that this was the most perfect assassination plot the 'Shadow Kill' organization could devise!

For this day, they had gambled everything!

"Very good."

The Gold-Masked Chief Steward slowly rose from his throne.

He looked down at the bloodthirsty and fanatical masks below, his voice becoming loud and impassioned!

"Everyone!"

"To maintain an army for a thousand days is to use it for a single moment!"

"Tomorrow's battle will determine the future of our 'Shadow Kill,' and it will also determine the fate of the entire Great Xia Dynasty!"

"In this battle, only success is permitted; failure is not an option!"

"If we succeed, we will soar to the heavens and become the uncrowned kings in the darkness of this Great Xia Dynasty!"

"If we fail, we will be beyond redemption, dying without a place for burial!"

"Are you afraid?!"

"We are not afraid!"

"We are not afraid!"

"We are not afraid!"

...Below, all the assassins let out an earth-shaking low roar in unison!

Fires of madness burned in their eyes!

Wealth is found in danger!

As people who walked in the darkness, they had long ago cast aside the matter of life and death!

"Good!"

The Chief Steward nodded in satisfaction.

As long as he completed this job, he would take another step up.

At that time, taking control of the entire organization would no longer be a dream!

He raised the wine cup in his hand.

"Then, let us wish in advance..."

"...for tomorrow's victory!"

"Cheers!"

All the assassins raised their cups at the same time and downed the blood-red wine in one gulp!

A day passed in silence!

Today, the Great Xia Royal Capital had completely turned into a boiling ocean of excitement.

A highly anticipated wedding had begun.

Marquis Wuan Li Qing was marrying the Seventh Princess, Xia Ningshuang.

Over the past few days, the deeds of Marquis Wuan Li Qing had spread throughout the capital.

A man from the remote and poor Jinling City, who was even a child in the Slum who couldn't get enough to eat before the age of fifteen!

Yet, by relying on Talent and hard work, he not only became the champion of the Great Xia Martial Competition!

He was also enfeoffed as Marquis Wuan and was even marrying the daughter of the Emperor of Great Xia.

He had become the royal son-in-law!

The legendary nature of it was simply too thick!

Vermilion Bird Avenue, the main artery running north to south through the capital, was entirely covered in bright red carpets from the entrance of Guanhai Garden all the way to the main gate of the Imperial Palace, stretching for ten miles.

Every shop and residence along the street hung festive red lanterns and ribbons; as far as the eye could see, it was a sea of red joy.

However, beneath this overwhelming festive atmosphere, there was a hidden, heart-pounding aura of solemn slaughter.

Squads of Imperial Guards, clad in golden armor and holding long halberds, stood like cold statues on both sides of the street.

Their gazes were sharp and their expressions wary as they separated the hundreds of thousands of spectating commoners from the bright red carpet.

The air was thick with a strange scent—a mix of festive sandalwood and cold iron rust.

Inside Guanhai Garden.

Li Qing stood before a massive bronze mirror, allowing several palace maids from the Internal Affairs Bureau to arrange the complex and luxurious wedding attire on his body.

The black-gold python-dragon robe was made of top-tier black-gold silk, embroidered with a three-clawed python-dragon using pure gold thread.

The python-dragon bared its claws and fangs, coiled upon his body as if it might come to life at any moment, exuding endless majesty and dominance.

After the energy feedback from his Clone's evolution, Li Qing's height had surged to nearly two meters.

His flawlessly tall and straight physique filled out the luxurious wedding attire, showcasing his innate dominance to the extreme.

By just standing there quietly, he looked like an undefeated god of war stepped out of myth, filled with an explosive sense of power.

"Marquis, you... you are truly like a celestial being!"

An old palace maid arranging his collar couldn't help but let out a heartfelt exclamation of praise as she looked at the god-demon-like figure in the bronze mirror.

Her eyes were filled with awe.

Li Qing did not speak, merely looking at himself in the mirror calmly.

His cold face, deep eyes, and that bone-chilling temperament seemed somewhat out of place with this festive wedding attire.

His heart was as still as water.

No, it should be said that it was like a volcano about to erupt—calm on the outside, but accumulating a sky-high rage on the inside that was enough to incinerate everything.

Today, those clowns would all jump out!

He wanted to see just how they would jump!

"Marquis, the auspicious hour has arrived."

A Chief Eunuch of the Internal Affairs Bureau walked in cautiously, bowing his body.

There was a hint of unmistakable awe on his face.

"The wedding procession has been waiting outside the manor for a long time."

"Mm."

Li Qing nodded.

He took one last look toward the bedroom.

There, Xiao Chen was still in a deep sleep.

After the royal holy medicine and his own reckless infusion of vitality, Xiao Chen's aura had completely stabilized.

But the shattered Dantian and Meridians were still a shocking sight.

Li Qing's gaze turned a few degrees colder.

He turned around and strode toward the manor's exit.

Today.

He would make the capital flow with rivers of blood!

He would let those scumbags hiding in the shadows know...

...what true despair felt like!

The moment Li Qing's god-demon-like figure, dressed in the black-gold python-dragon robe, appeared at the entrance of Guanhai Garden!