343: Of all martial arts techniques, none are invincible except speed.

"By the way, after this incident, it's estimated that the entire Kyushu Continent will be in an uproar."

"The rulers of those dynasties will certainly try every possible way to win over the Prince."

"What methods do you think they will use to win over the Prince?" Dao Baifeng tapped on the table and spoke.

Hearing Dao Baifeng's words, the entire hall fell silent.

At this moment, they also realized the seriousness of the matter.

Indeed, the strength their Prince displayed was too terrifying; one man fighting an army of four hundred thousand alone—such a feat was unprecedented.

This was the existence of a single person truly suppressing a nation. Which person from those Imperial Dynasties wouldn't want to win over such a man?

As for their Prince's character, who in the current Martial Forest didn't know it?

Money, status—their Prince didn't lack them. His only hobby was... those dynasties must have investigated clearly by now. So next, what they would face were the "gifts" sent by the various dynasties.

And such gifts, it was believed that few normal men could refuse.

Moreover, their Prince was the type who never rejected beauty; otherwise, he wouldn't have married so many into the family in just one year.

At this, the women fell silent.

Only now did they realize that the real problem had not yet been solved.

The problem they were about to face was even more serious.

"Sister Fenghuang, you are the eldest. You tell us, how should this matter be handled?" Zhao Min looked at Dao Baifeng with a serious expression.

Dao Baifeng was momentarily in a difficult position; she originally did not want to share her man with others.

However, since things had already come to this, she had no way to stop it.

"This matter, I think it's better to leave it to the Prince to handle. In this regard, he is more skilled than we are."

"Moreover, he understands it more thoroughly than we do." Dao Baifeng stated her decision after a moment of reflection.

"Mhm, I think this decision is fine. If nothing else, when it comes to dealing with women, the Prince is absolutely unrivaled." Zhao Min nodded.

Hearing Zhao Min say this, the women couldn't help but blush.

They were all won over by Duan Zhengchun, so they naturally understood how formidable Duan Zhengchun's methods were.

Such a man truly made one both love and hate him, yet unable to let go.

That night, three black figures appeared in the small alley near the Prince's Mansion.

The three watched the alley of the Prince's Mansion; they also knew that this time, the target was not simple.

The three of them had come to test the waters and see how the situation was.

However, just as the three were about to make a Move, they sensed something was wrong.

The three turned around abruptly, only to see a figure that had appeared at the alley entrance at some unknown time—a man dressed in white, holding a folding fan, with a melancholy temperament and a wine flagon in his hand.

The newcomer was none other than Li Xunhuan.

When the three appeared, he had already discovered their presence.

Knowing these three came with ill intent, in order not to disturb Duan Zhengchun's rest, he and Ah Fei came to the alley to intercept them.

Xiao Yuanshan, on the other hand, stayed at the Prince's Mansion to prevent a 'luring the tiger away from the mountain' tactic.

"Gentlemen, instead of sleeping in the middle of the night, what are you planning to do?" Li Xunhuan asked in a calm tone.

"Big brother, these three clearly aren't up to any good. No need to waste words with them, just take them down and hand them over to the Prince to deal with." Ah Fei had his long sword resting on his shoulder, a piece of straw from somewhere dangling from his mouth, his body exuding a lazy yet arrogant aura.

This tone simply did not take the three of them seriously.

These three were none other than the three great assassins of the Dark River.

The Undertaker Su Changhe, The Umbrella-Wielding Ghost Su Muyu, and The Bamboo-Hat Ghost Su Zhe. All three were at the Great Grandmaster Realm.

The three had never failed a mission. This time, to assassinate Duan Zhengchun, the Dark River had mobilized more than just these three assassins.

The goal of the three of them was only to lure out the guards of the Prince's Mansion without alerting Duan Zhengchun, so they could strike unexpectedly.

"Mhm, be quick about it, don't disturb the Prince's rest." Li Xunhuan nodded, threw the wine flagon aside, and his aura became sharp.

A cold sneer appeared at the corner of Ah Fei's mouth, and his figure suddenly shot forward. The long sword in his hand drew a cold flash of light, stabbing directly at the nearest Bamboo-Hat Ghost, Su Zhe.

Su Zhe always wore a bamboo hat and held a Demon-Subduing Staff covered in golden rings.

According to Ah Fei's judgment, among the three, Su Zhe was relatively easier to deal with. Furthermore, it could be judged from how the three appeared.

The three should often appear together, with a very tacit coordination between them.

What he had to do was kill with one strike, first breaking the trio's combination, so the other two would be much easier to handle.

The Umbrella-Wielding Ghost didn't expect that although Ah Fei's strength was only at the Initial Grandmaster Realm, his speed was incredibly fast. In just an instant, the long sword had already arrived before him.

Su Zhe didn't dare to be careless either. He used his Demon-Subduing Staff for a horizontal block. Immediately, the sound of clashing metal rang out, and the weapons collided, sparking a series of flames.

Li Xunhuan was not idle either; his figure had already reached Su Changhe.

The folding fan in his hand pointed directly at the Shanzhong point on Su Changhe's chest. Su Changhe's face turned solemn, and he immediately executed the Yama Palm, striking out at Li Xunhuan.

As soon as the two exchanged blows, they felt that the other's strength was not weak. Li Xunhuan remained expressionless.

He had already been mentally prepared; how could the strength of someone who dared to assassinate Duan Zhengchun be weak?

However, he was confident he could kill the opponent within the same Realm.

His Flying Daggers were not just for show.

"As expected of the Prince's Mansion guards, your strength is actually this great. However, today, Duan Zhengchun must die."

"If Your Excellency doesn't want to die, leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, death is certain." Su Changhe spoke in an icy tone.

"Heh, then we'll have to see if you have the ability." Li Xunhuan snorted coldly, the Moves in his hands becoming even more sharp.

For a time, Su Changhe also felt the pressure.

Su Muyu had been waiting for an opportunity on the side, looking for a flaw in Li Xunhuan, preparing to kill him with one blow.

While fighting Su Changhe, Li Xunhuan was also guarding against Su Muyu, who was standing to the side.

Otherwise, he would have already found an opportunity to throw a Flying Dagger and kill Su Changhe.

Ah Fei fought The Bamboo-Hat Ghost Su Zhe alone, and the two were locked in a heated battle. Originally, Ah Fei thought that with his strength, it would be hard to find an opponent within the same Realm.

But this time, he discovered that he was still somewhat arrogant. The person before him was in the same Realm as himself, both being at the Initial Grandmaster Realm.

Yet his strength was not at all below his own, and his iron sword actually found it hard to break through the opponent's defense.

The opponent was actually an External Cultivation Master, which made him feel a bit embarrassed.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the two had already exchanged over a hundred Moves, but neither could do anything to the other.

Ah Fei grew somewhat anxious, and the sword Moves in his hand began to lose their order.

Su Zhe instantly sensed that Ah Fei's sword momentum was already in disarray. He sneered in his heart, having already seen that Ah Fei was just a Great Grandmaster who had recently broken through.

If it were any other Great Grandmaster who had just broken through, he, Su Zhe, would have already finished the opponent off.

The reason they could fight for so many rounds was only because the opponent's sword was too fast.

Martial arts of the world, no defense can't be broken, only speed is invincible.

It was precisely by relying on his fast sword that he had fought until now. Now that Ah Fei's sword momentum was in disarray, his opportunity had come.