Chapter 313: Unparalleled Master?

Uh...

Ye Qingran looked at him, speechless.

An unparalleled master?

Him?

"Alright, let go of me quickly, the child is watching!" Ye Qingran laughed as she pushed Wuhen's chest.

Wuhen didn't cling on, and taking the opportunity, he let Ye Qingran go.

Lin Xueyan saw this, and the disdainful smile at the corner of her mouth grew richer.

This man is the one Ye Qingran found after being abandoned by the Emperor Sovereign, right?

His looks are ordinary, his bearing not bad; he's probably some young master from a family. But how could such a man compare to the noble and extraordinary Emperor Sovereign? Only a woman like Ye Qingran, who sleeps around, would take a liking to him.

Hei Sha heard Wuhen boastfully claim to be an unparalleled master, and couldn't help sneering: "If you truly call yourself an unparalleled master, handling the Leng Family's several dozen Dark Guards should be no problem. Then I won't interfere in this matter." He wanted to see whether this man was really blowing his own horn. If the man truly is capable, fine; if not, he'll step forward again, and then Ye Qingran will surely recognize the Crown Prince's goodness.

Ye Qingran gave Hei Sha a speechless sideways glance.

Should she praise him for his loyalty?

Hei Sha waved his hand, and the Purple Armor Guards, who had been poised to attack, lowered their banners and retreated to the side.

Seeing Hei Sha sit idly by, the Lin Family members felt a surge of excitement. As long as the Crown Prince doesn't intervene, how could Ye Qingran's man possibly handle so many of the Leng Family's Dark Guards?

After all, this man looks ordinary, is young, and has no followers; at a glance he doesn't seem very capable.

"Watch." Wuhen affectionately flicked Ye Qingran's nose, then stepped back two turns and turned to face the Leng Family's Dark Guards.

In the crowd, the disguised Fu San silently cheered for His Majesty.

This is the first time His Majesty has shown his strength in front of Miss Ye while using the identity of Wuhen!

Your Majesty, keep going—I believe in you, you're the best!

Fu San, unable to contain his excitement, blurted out a shout, drawing many gazes, even Ye Qingran's. He hastily shut his mouth, eyes full of terror, silently praying Ye Qingran hadn't noticed him.

Ye Qingran furrowed her brows, wondering if she'd just heard Fu San's voice—was it an illusion?

Fu Qianchen shared the same doubt.

Lin Xueyan looked at Ye Qingran and sneered, "Ye Qingran, you don't really think this man can help you deal with so many of the Leng Family's Dark Guards, do you?"

"Just open your eyes wide and see clearly."

Ye Qingran never thought Wuhen was the type to brag. Although his claim of being an unparalleled master had stunned her, she believed his words.

"Come at me all together!"

Wuhen stood with his hands behind his back, his pleasant voice tinged with indifference.

Those several dozen Dark Guards glanced at each other, anger flashing in their eyes.

They are the Dark Guards of the Leng Family in the Xuan Yuan Dynasty—well-trained, formidable; any one picked out is a master. Yet this youngster dares to tell them to attack together?

"Attack!"

At the command of the lead Dark Guard, they all surged forward to attack Wuhen.

Wuhen, however, stood calm and composed, neither flustered nor hurried.

"Is this guy scared stupid?"

Someone exclaimed.

The smile at Lin Xueyan's lips grew richer. Could it be that Ye Qingran found a bragging waste?

But the next second, Lin Xueyan couldn't smile anymore.

Then they saw Wuhen holding a sword that had appeared out of nowhere—simple and plain, just like him.

The sword tip touched the ground; a slight turn flashed a cold gleam.

The next instant, he moved.

His form leapt into the void, his long sword sweeping like a crescent moon; the Sword Qi's reach sent a swath of Dark Guards crashing down!

Each Dark Guard clutched his chest, lifted his eyes to Wuhen, terror filling their gaze—as if they themselves hadn't imagined being overturned by Wuhen's single move!

This sight also made Ye Qingran raise her eyebrows, a fleeting surprise crossing her eyes.

Wuhen, your strength is impressive!

Her knowledge of Wuhen's strength only went back to that hunting festival, when in Jiu Fu Lin they encountered assassins sent by Gu Huang; Wuhen easily disposed of two Xuan Sect cultivators, showing his ability wasn't poor. But she hadn't expected him to be this strong.

Wuhen, it seems you've also been hiding things from me!

Getting interesting.

Those Dark Guards' angry looks instantly turned solemn. As trained Dark Guards, they quickly recovered from the sudden situation and adjusted to the most suitable tactics.

Soon Wuhen was surrounded by the Dark Guards, yet his face remained ever calm, as if he paid them no heed.

For a moment, blades flashed and swords gleamed.

Wuhen weaved among the Dark Guards, his figure light and graceful, his long sword in his slender fingers transforming into countless techniques. Watching him fight was like watching an artistic performance, a visual feast. But if you thought he was merely flashy, you'd be dead wrong.

Each of Wuhen's strikes was clean and decisive, lethal to the core—every attack inevitably felled a Dark Guard!

Even though those Dark Guards were strong and their coordination seamless, facing absolute strength they collapsed like a mountain, falling one after another, unable to retaliate.

In the end only Wuhen remained, one hand gripping his sword, tip to the ground, his stature straight as a pine, standing amid the fallen Dark Guards.

His long robe fluttered in the wind; at this moment he resembled a demon god.

His divine might was like a prison!