Ninglingge charged in and kicked the door open, driven by sheer reckless courage.
Inside were dancing girls and a drunken Li Yuanhao. The dancers screamed, and Li Yuanhao blearily opened his eyes. The sheer amount of alcohol had thoroughly numbed his nerves.
His reactions were painfully slow.
Lin Feng remained calm. It was four in the morning.
They had ridden without rest, running more than ten horses to death. The jolting had nearly shaken their organs loose as they traveled through the night to get here.
Li Yuanhao was in no better shape. He had spent nearly half the night drinking and could barely stand.
If Ninglingge still failed to kill Li Yuanhao under these circumstances, he deserved to die.
The armored guards outside sensed something amiss. Seeing Ninglingge enter the palace with a sword, they immediately charged forward. One grabbed the horn at his side, intending to sound it and summon the soldiers.
Lin Feng pointed a finger at him and killed the man holding the horn.
Yeli Langlie swung his long saber with savage ferocity, blocking the hall entrance. Lin Feng stood still, punching to death anyone who approached. One came, he killed one. Two came, he killed two.
Armored or unarmored, they were all the same to him. He treated them equally.
Lin Feng's hands were blunt weapons.
Armor offered no protection whatsoever.
Yeli Langlie was not so fortunate. He was only human, after all.
Before long, Yeli Langlie was hacked into pieces. His saber was of little use against armored soldiers.
The stench of blood filled the air. Only two people remained alive here.
Lin Feng, standing.
Jiang Quan, lying on the ground.
And the armored guards who kept surging toward them like a tide.
Lin Feng was in no hurry. He knew Li Yuanhao was