"Huh? Why was your old man the one who stepped in?" Red Chicken Bro looked at Guan Ya in confusion.
Yang Zheng's sudden action not only stunned the enemy forces, but also left the allied side completely baffled.
What did "old man" mean? Guan Ya lowered her voice. "Don't worry about him for now. Go keep an eye on those assassins and be ready to launch a sneak attack at any moment."
Using both her gaze and hand gestures, she pointed out the seven assassins scattered through the crowd one by one.
Stop-Killing Palace Lord, Little Round, and Xie Lingxi silently changed clothes in coordination, removing their elaborate, gorgeous dresses and changing into the attire of ordinary civilians.
Sun Miaomiao summoned the level-six vengeful spirit Yin Chuanmei, then used a secret technique to fuse all the Spirit Servants into a long whip. She lashed it heavily across Yin Chuanmei's body and ordered:
"Drag them into an illusion."
The beautiful and seductive Yin Chuanmei let out a soft moan and crawled on the ground. "Thank you for your gift, Master. Thank you for your gift, Master. Please whip me again, Master."
The women in the carriage all turned to look at Sun Miaomiao, apparently not expecting her to be this kind of Sun Miaomiao.
A flush rose to Sun Miaomiao's cheeks, and shame washed over her. She hurriedly explained, "Yuanshi Tianzun gave me this Spirit Servant. She refuses to work unless she's whipped. What does Yuanshi Tianzun being a pervert have to do with me?"
As she argued—explained—herself, Yin Chuanmei had already floated out of the carriage and begun secretly influencing the seven assassins.
Having changed clothes, Stop-Killing Palace Lord, Xie Lingxi, and Little Round pushed open the carriage door, got out one after another, blended into the crowd, and waited