Was this martial arts? Or the sorcery of the White Feather Way? Whatever it was, there was absolutely no resisting it!
As Yi Shuyuan swept his gaze across them, terror showed on every face. Even martial artists struggled to muster courage against an utterly unbeatable opponent, let alone these guards, who, despite their considerable skills, had grown accustomed to comfortable lives.
Naturally, the three Jian children were just as terrified. Some dared not look at Yi Shuyuan, while others stared wide-eyed, seemingly frozen.
In the gloom before the thunderstorm, the gale continued unabated. The courtyard gate clattered in the wind, only making the eerie silence within more pronounced.
"Cough, cough... killed... hah... good riddance..."
The guard on the ground, barely propping up his upper body, coughed blood and muttered indistinctly. To think that hypocrite Lu Rongqing had gone ahead of him. Excellent!
Whether this newcomer was a surviving remnant of the old White Feather Way or not, Pan Wentang had clearly heard what he said. He could only hope the man truly had come to protect the princes and princess. Pan Wentang's breathing grew increasingly labored, and his consciousness began to blur.
"You can't die either!"
Yi Shuyuan glanced sideways at the guard in the courtyard, then flicked the fingers of his left hand, sending a stream of air straight into the guard's heart meridian. The man immediately felt a new breath of energy enter his body and seal his lungs.
His breathing eased, as though someone had hauled a drowning man ashore, allowing him to gulp down air.
Only then did Yi Shuyuan turn back to the three children.
"I know you're afraid of me, but you three little ones probably won't survive if you stay with them. The dead one was carrying Great Yan's jade seal in pursuit