Lu Feng's Suspicion

Jun Family Main Building's rear courtyard.

The battle here was roughly divided into three main fronts: Bai Ju, fighting one against three high in the clouds above the courtyard; Yao Xuan and Uncle Wen, repairing the grand array at the edge of the main building; and the patrolling guards and Jun Ziyi's group, locked in fierce combat within the courtyard.

The battles involving Bai Ju and Yao Xuan had gradually stabilized by now. Though they were still unable to break away, they had enough strength left to cope. With Uncle Wen's help, the grand array was also barely maintaining a delicate balance.

But the situation in the courtyard was rather grim. Seven or eight mysterious assassins wearing Black Armor Masks, along with a Masked Man who had entered later, had jointly slaughtered the guards until only four or five remained.

Jun Ziyi gripped the Mo Yuan Sword tightly. After repeatedly clashing with the broad blades in her enemies' hands, the web between her thumb and forefinger had split open from the impact, and her body bore quite a few wounds as well.

"Kill that strongest Masked Man first!"

A patrolling guard shook his spear and shouted sharply.

Jun Ziyi immediately agreed. Judging from the current battle, the four remaining Black Armor assassins were only mediocre in strength and were clearly not in the same league as the Masked Man. Joining forces to eliminate the strongest enemy would undoubtedly open up the situation further.

Jun Ziyi actually harbored some suspicions about this masked assassin. She always felt that he was desperately concealing something. Though he had picked up a broad blade from another group of dead assassins as his weapon, a faint trace of sword intent inadvertently seeped through during battle.

In truth, aside from the three obvious fronts, there was