Chapter 496: I can take you to find your mother

Ah! Save the fire!

Ah!

It hurts so much!

One after another cries of alarm, people rolling all over the ground, pleading voices, and faint sobbing.

Originally at an age when one should be soft-hearted, but those twelve people just stood in the middle, staring coldly.

Excessive kindness will only bring them endless future trouble.

They have suffered losses, suffered too many losses.

Time and again, enthusiasm was met with a bite back; the initial zeal upon entering the jianghu had long cooled in repeated trials.

What do life and death have to do with them?

The sound of pounding on the door continued; a few people behind carefully avoided the trap and attacked Ning Hanmo straight on, aiming for his face, saying, 'Die!'

That person's triumphant gaze hadn't faded when a long sword knocked his weapon aside; a teasing voice, with a hint of laughter, said, 'Your opponent is me.'

Ning Hanmo didn't even speak, didn't turn to give a glance, and didn't even place his hand on his weapon.

It was as if everything had happened thousands of times before, and everyone had formed it into instinct.

Speed.

The people in the courtyard were already in a melee; the entire Regent Prince's Manor had guards on three sides, one side guarded by Bai Zhi, the other by Du Er.

Meanwhile, straight ahead, originally Zi Su led people to guard there, but now the twelve have returned, making it their main battlefield.

As for the rear…

No one guarded it; before leaving the manor, the Princess Consort had specifically instructed that side need not be tended.

Jiang Zeyang, before leaving, activated the bamboo labyrinth formation, intending to enter the manor from that direction—nothing short of a daydream.

'Who are you? You'd better stay out of this muddy water.'

The city guard commander in full gray armor, looking at the proudly upright figure, felt a deep pressure.

Ning Hanmo laughed hahaha, his laughter tinged with mockery and a sharp sword aura.

'Muddy water?'

'Attacking my Regent Prince's Manor, killing my manor's people, and telling me to stay out of it?'

'Are you not awake, or have you drunk too much?'

'Is your head filled with shit?'

Ning Hanmo coldly stared at that person; how could someone like him command a city's army?

That person's eyes narrowed, 'Who exactly are you?'

Ning Hanmo slowly removed his mask; the once tender, fair youth remained fair, but a scar ran from the corner of his left eye to his right ear, a mark that traversed his whole face.

With such a scar, how ugly would it be?

Yet on his face, it added a touch of toughness and wildness, a hint of coldness and lethal aura.

'Take a look, who am I?' Ning Hanmo curled his lips in a smile, eyes slightly narrowed, the scar trembling along with it.

The leader, looking at this person, felt a sense of familiarity, yet couldn't recall when they had met.

Just…

Ning Hanmo's long sword had left its sheath, 'This farce should end.'

He gripped the long sword, his whole body surged forward, fighting three against one in a melee.

The entire Regent Prince's Manor, in all directions, battle had begun.

Three.

Two.

One.

Kang Zi Wei snapped her fingers; those who had just been fighting suddenly frothed at the mouth and collapsed one by one.

'What's going on?'

Someone felt utterly weak, as if half his strength had been drained in an instant.

'Looks like the new poison works well.' Kang Zi Wei smiled gently.

Kang Nai Xin's mouth twitched; she silently moved a little farther from the third sister.

Since the third sister took a liking to poison, she has hidden it all over her body; if an enemy were to die, they wouldn't even know how they died.

Among the twelve, Kang Zi Wei's martial arts are the weakest, but her lightness skill is unmatched, and her whole body is laced with poison.

'You are…'

'Ning Hanmo!'

Formerly the leader of the five great playboy scions, later the chief of the twelve monsters.

Now…

He counted them: twelve, exactly twelve.

So the twelve little monsters have grown up to be like this now?

'You answered correctly, pity—granting you a swift death counts as a reward.' Ning Hanmo coldly smiled, then his sword naturally fell, piercing squarely into the person's brow.

'It's over.'

Ning Hanmo softly recited a line, not pulling out his sword, then wiped his blade on the corpse, wearing a look of disdain.

'Boss, what do we do next?'

Han Wen Jun looked at the boss and asked softly.

'Wait!'

Since Mother told Zi Su and them to wait, it shows the palace battle, Mother's side has it under control; if they rashly charge in, they might become a variable.

We might as well keep waiting; the sky over Da Ning ought to clear up, right?

"Youngest, what are you thinking now?" Ning Hanmo stared deeply at Ning Qiancheng.

Ning Qiancheng smiled. He understood the eldest's meaning and also knew the eldest wanted to know his attitude.

"No change."

Just two short words, Ning Hanmo nodded.

The others exchanged glances, then curled the corners of their mouths.

At this moment in the Imperial Palace, the reason for the delay—no one knew where from—three people appeared, none using internal energy; one controlled fire, another controlled water, and the third controlled wind.

Their unique aura caught everyone off guard.

Fang Zi Lun had suffered severe injuries, and Ning Chengyan had already been injured when he previously faced the demonic cultivator.

"If I had known today, I shouldn't have left you when you were just born." The man who controlled water, looking at Jiang Yunchu, had eyes full of coldness.

Not like a water cultivator, but rather like an ice cultivator.

Jiang Yunchu raised her eyebrows, her crimson long sword gripped tightly in her hand.

"Oh? What a pity, aside from me there was no one else back then, and now…"

"I can only take your place and eliminate the two of you."

She laughed with a look of unrestrained abandon, without a hint of restraint; though she should have appeared well-behaved, her eyes were indeed so unrestrained.

"Seek death!"

The water cultivator hadn't spoken yet when the fire cultivator couldn't hold back, launching a fireball straight at Jiang Yunchu.

Jiang Ze Yang gave a cold snort, just as he was about to lend aid, but was stopped by the others.

"Wait."

The water cultivator had just spoken, then shot a water arrow from his palm; the fireball vanished in midair.

"You silver-tongued lass, don't you want to go find your mother?"

"I can take you away."

The water cultivator's words seemed to carry guidance, yet also seemed to harbor other intentions.

Those eyes, seeming to look down from above, when they fell on Jiang Yunchu, were like gazing down at an ant.

Jiang Yunchu lowered her head, a soft laugh escaping her lips, then the laughter grew louder and louder.

The other battlefields seemed to be infected by her laughter, unconsciously turning their gaze this way.