Wedding Banquet Assassination, A Bloody Spectacle!!

"Heavens! Someone pinch me—this can't be an illusion, can it?"

"Didn't they say Ning Hongye had been disfigured since childhood, her face covered in scars, and that taking off her mask could scare children to death?"

"Beautiful—so beautiful! She's simply a peerless beauty! Such a woman should exist only in heaven; how often could one encounter her in the mortal world?"

Exclamations of astonishment rose one after another.

"There is actually such a bright and captivating woman in this world? She's even more beautiful than Fairy Yan?"

Second Prince Xiao Ziwen was dumbstruck as well.

He had been Yan Ruyu's simp for so long, yet he had not even gotten to hold her little hand.

Who would have thought Ninth Brother would stumble into such incredible luck and get such a beautiful wife for free!

Yet the most aggrieved and furious person at that moment was Eldest Prince Xiao Junlin.

This marriage had originally been bestowed upon him!

But he had despised Ning Hongye for being ugly, so he had insisted on breaking off the engagement and made Xiao Yang marry her in his place...

"Damn it! Such a beauty should have been mine!"

Xiao Junlin's eyes turned bloodshot, his face twisted viciously, and jealousy practically made his balls explode.

Noticing the envious looks around him, Xiao Yang felt somewhat proud as well and could not help puffing out his chest.

If Princess Fuyao's smile could enchant the world with a single backward glance—

Then Ning Hongye was a heavenly goddess descending into the mortal realm!

And she was about to become his wife.

That fact alone was enough to make everyone green with envy.

"So that's how it is!"

In the great hall, a strange glint flashed through Princess Fuyao's beautiful eyes.

She knew of a secret rumor.

When Ning Hongye was young, her fame had already spread far and wide. It was said that after the Painting Sage saw her, he abandoned his brush forever, claiming that no ink or brush could capture her perfect beauty.

Emperor Xia had originally intended to summon her into the palace and take her as a consort. But soon afterward, word spread that she had gone to the battlefield and had even been disfigured, after which she began wearing the Asura Mask.

Yet there was another explanation—that she had not wished to marry into the imperial family, so she had deliberately made up an excuse...

Now, it seemed that was indeed the case!

Just as everyone was marveling at Ning Hongye's peerless beauty—

Boom!

An incredibly terrifying aura suddenly erupted from among the guests.

"Female Demon, die!!!"

That figure moved with extreme speed. He struck out with his palm, flames blazing in its center like Chilian streaking across the sky.

The surrounding space twisted violently, as though Mount Tai were bearing down from above.

Sixth Grade Martial Dao, Mountain Moving Realm!

This was an absolute powerhouse, possessing the might to move mountains and shake peaks—certainly a commander capable of leading an army.

"Get lost—!!!"

At the critical moment, Ning Hongye made her move.

Her jade-like hand shot out and met his palm strike.

Boom!

The shockwaves alone sent many of the weaker guests sprawling to the ground, while countless tables and decorations were reduced to dust.

Thud!

The man flew backward like a kite with its string cut, sailing dozens of meters before crashing onto the ground.

He was short and dark-skinned, clearly bearing the features of a southern barbarian.

"Blazing Palm? You're one of the Nanzhao Remnants?" Ning Hongye frowned.

"That's right!"

The assassin's gaze was vicious as he gritted his teeth. "Female Demon, you slaughtered the Nanzhao Million Soldiers. So, on your joyous wedding day, we'll send you straight to hell!"

"Just you? You couldn't even withstand a single palm strike from me, yet you still dream of revenge?"

Ning Hongye's gaze turned icy, as though she had once again become the Female God of Slaughter on the battlefield.

"If you were at your peak, that palm strike just now would have been enough to kill me! But I'm still alive, which proves you suffered severe injuries and can't bring out your full strength at all!" the assassin said viciously.

Ning Hongye's expression changed upon hearing this.

Her injuries were classified information, yet they had unexpectedly been exposed in public.

"Impudent!"

"This is King Zhenbei's Mansion, territory of Great Xia. There is no place here for Southern Barbarians like you to run wild!"

"Do you take this prince for a fake?!"

At last, King Zhenbei rose to his feet. His python robe stirred without wind, radiating an aura as deep and terrifying as an abyss.

He was an Eighth Grade Martial Marquis, a peak powerhouse whose fury could shatter mountains and rivers.

"Prince, we are no fools. Naturally, we accounted for you!"

The assassin suddenly pulled two dark-red chains from his robes and tossed them into the air.

One flew toward King Zhenbei, the other toward Ning Hongye. As though sentient, they continuously coiled around their bodies, binding them tightly in an instant.

Even King Zhenbei was temporarily unable to move.

"Dragon Binding Rope?"

Princess Fuyao's expression changed. Gritting her teeth, she said, "You people of Nanzhao Kingdom truly are ruthless, to actually forge such a monstrous Evil Weapon!"

"Eldest Princess, you certainly are knowledgeable!"

The assassin wore a cruel expression as he explained, "The Nanzhao High Priest made this by soaking Flood Dragon Sinew in the blood of eight hundred Virgin Boys and Girls, then sacrificing himself to forge it!"

"This is not a rope—it is a Death Warrant forged from a million wronged souls! As long as it can trap you for three breaths, that will be enough!"

"Death Warriors, attack together! Kill this Female Demon and avenge the million soldiers of Nanzhao Kingdom!!!"

The moment his words fell—

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

More than a dozen Death Warriors suddenly sprang up from the crowd. All of them were Fifth-grade Martial Artists. Drawing their War Sabers, they charged at Ning Hongye from all directions.

"General!"

In the distance, Azure Luan immediately rushed over. But she was alone, and the distance was too great. There was no way she could stop those Death Warriors.

Meanwhile, Ning Hongye was bound by the Dragon Binding Rope and temporarily unable to move. Like fish on a chopping block, she could only await slaughter.

This was practically a certain death trap!

When experts fought, life and death were decided in an instant.

The enemy had clearly come prepared. As long as they restrained King Zhenbei for a few breaths, they could kill Ning Hongye.

Even if King Zhenbei regained his freedom afterward and slaughtered them all, he would still be unable to save Ning Hongye...

Many of the guests present could not help sighing at the sight.

Heaven truly had no eyes!

Heaven envied beauty!

Ning Hongye had only just removed her mask and revealed that peerlessly beautiful face, yet she was already about to perish!

Am I going to die?

Could this be my final resting place?

Master is still asleep, and I cannot activate my cultivation. What a pity... I have yet to accomplish the great cause of raising an army in rebellion...

A bleak look surfaced in Ning Hongye's eyes. Naturally, she knew this was a hopeless situation with no chance of survival.

Thud!

Suddenly, Xiao Yang, who stood closest to her, took a fierce step forward and gripped the War Saber at his waist with his right hand.

Alone, he faced the dozen or so Nanzhao Kingdom Death Warriors charging straight at him.

Though he said nothing, his action made his meaning clear, as if declaring—

If you want to harm Ning Hongye, you will have to step over my corpse first!!!

"What is Ninth Young Master doing? Has he gone mad?"

"He is only a Third-grade Martial Artist, isn't he? Trying to deal with more than a dozen Fifth-grade powerhouses is sheer fantasy!"

"There is no doubt that doing this will only have him buried alongside Ning Hongye!"

The many guests in the distance shook their heads, feeling that Xiao Yang was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, an ant trying to shake a tree.

"Young Master!"

Huangli was so anxious that she was nearly in tears.

"Xiao Yang?"

Ning Hongye was also stunned. She had never expected Xiao Yang to step forward at such a moment.

"Kill the groom too!"

In the distance, the Assassin Leader twisted his face viciously and shouted, "Send this ill-fated pair of lovebirds to hell together!!!"

Upon hearing this, several Death Warriors slashed at Xiao Yang's vital points—his throat, lower abdomen, and more.

At that critical moment!

Xiao Yang's gaze flashed like lightning as he drew his saber without hesitation.

"Emperor Grade Divine Ability—Three Thousand Thunders!!!"