Su Ziji rose and swiftly slipped out of the sedan chair.
Then a fierce wind suddenly howled, and a huge shadow fell, blotting out the sunlight before the window.
Amid an ear-splitting hum, sharp golden cymbals sliced through the sedan chair, gleaming brilliantly. One before and one behind, the two cymbals nearly cut the carriage into three sections.
Bianxuan was too close to get away in time. He raised his right palm and stamped his left foot, barely escaping from between the two cymbals.
The attack had been extraordinarily perilous. Though he had escaped the twin cymbals, dozens of figures leaped from the imperial pool and landed near the sedan chair.
"Protect His Majesty!"
With a flick of his single palm, Bianxuan saw the assassins and, rather than being alarmed, was delighted. He immediately scattered his bodhi beads and flung them into the air.
Like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, they spread with uncanny precision, never missing a shot. He then formed a hand seal and struck the leading man in black through the air.
That man seemed unable to rein himself in and still charged forward fiercely, hurling himself straight into Bianxuan's embrace.
The giant palm had already struck his back, yet the man kicked backward with one foot, then borrowed the force of that palm to fly back.
"They're here!" His booming voice rang out across a hundred paces.
After that cry, even more assassins rushed out and pounced!
"Enemy attack—"
Mixed among the crowd, someone raised a needle tube, and countless cold gleams whirled through the air.
"Ah!" Several young eunuchs rushed forward, throwing themselves in the way of the poisoned needles. Before they could take more than a few steps, they collapsed limply to the ground.
At the sites where the needles struck, violet blossoms seemed