The Empress's No.1 Lackey

The winter sun, at this moment, seemed to have dimmed.

Behind the Execution Platform, Zhao Douan squinted his eyes, and clearly saw distant figures suddenly appear on the rooftops of the buildings far away.

Bows were drawn, arrows notched.

Then, with the "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sound of arrows piercing through the air, a rain of arrows shot towards the chests of the executioners standing in a row in the execution field.

"Buzz——"

But the next second, the arrows mid-air suddenly crashed into an invisible "air wall" outside the execution field, with the space rippling like water.

One by one, the arrows lost their momentum, softly falling to the ground.

Sitting behind Zhao Douan, the flying ashes of a talisman glided from the fingertips of Gongshu Tianyuan, who was napping with squinted eyes.

Bright glimmers flickered in his small eyes!

"Rebel! Kill the traitors!" Luan Cheng was suddenly brought back to his senses, sprang up violently, his crimson official gown fluttering, as he loudly berated.

His pupils enlarged as he clearly saw that after the first round of arrow rain fell, figures from the martial world flew down from the rooftops of the buildings.

Each wearing a bamboo hat, wielding knives and swords, swooping down like eagles, heading straight for Lu Zhengchun and others.

"Clang!!!"

The large group of officer soldiers responsible for the perimeter defense had not yet moved, but the sound of swords being unsheathed echoed all around.

Peony Hall Arresting Officer Zhang Han bent his knees and jumped up, his seven-foot sword shining gloriously in his hand, shouting:

"Seal the execution platform!"

He had already moved towards those martial world figures.

Deputy General Yuan Ji and several powerful subordinates also acted simultaneously, attacking several rebels in the air.

Hou Renmeng and a large group of Jinyi reacted swiftly, pouncing onto the platform like fierce wolves, encircling Lu Zhengchun and other prisoners—though they would be executed anyway, doing so according to legal procedures was one thing, stabbing in the chaos was another.

"Wu Ling, act now!" Meanwhile, in the crowd thrown into chaos by the sudden fight, a bearded Branch Leader whispered to Wu Ling beside him:

"The attention of the court's hounds is diverted, go seize Alliance Leader Lu, I'll cover for you!"

Wu Ling hesitated slightly, glancing anxiously at Zhao Douan sitting high on the platform.

He had received the rescue mission temporarily, thus he had no time to react, wanting to notify Zhao Douan, but was watched closely by several other skilled rebels beside him.

At this point, he didn't know what to do.

"Wu Ling? What are you hesitating for?" The bearded Branch Leader, clutching a dagger in his sleeve, suddenly fixed his sharp gaze on him.

Wu Ling gritted his teeth, steeled his nerves, and said, "Alright."

With both hands forming a seal, the image of a God of Drama suddenly emerged in his pupils, and his clothes quickly transformed into colorful ancient costumes, with a row of flags inserted behind his neck, and two long plumes extending backward from his head.

He grabbed behind him with his right hand, shaking out a spear with a red tassel.

"Rescue Alliance Leader Lu!"

"Kill the dog officials!"

"Rid the people of harm!"

Simultaneously, in the crowd from all directions, hidden Kuangfu Society members shouted slogans, drawing weapons hidden in carrying poles, vegetable baskets, and inside cotton clothing, assaulting the nearest officer soldiers.

This premeditated attack immediately instilled even more fear in the civilians, who screamed in terror, creating a chaotic scene.

The large number of surrounding soldiers, facing the frenzied mob, were also momentarily unable to stop any effective action, only being able to draw their swords, loudly berating, ordering the civilians not to move and blocking all escape routes.

Haitang's beautiful eyes flickered, her long legs stepping forward, her jade hands brushed over her waist, and in an instant, silver throwing knives whistled out.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

Three rebel members in the crowd instantly had their necks severed by the throwing knives, eyes wide open, clutching their necks, staggering before collapsing.

"Suppress the chaos!" Haitang lowly shouted, surrounded by flying knives, assailing the crowd.

Simultaneously, a group of Jinyi followed her, leaving the platform to control those from the martial world.

The execution field was suddenly left defenseless, a cold wind swept through, and three figures surreptitiously and inconspicuously darted out from the crowd under the cover of the commotion, rushing towards the platform like shadows of venomous snakes.

The bearded man and another middle-aged woman, one on each side, seemed to be covering Wu Ling, attracting the remaining Jinyi's attention, but in reality, they were also pinning Wu Ling in the middle, wary of any sudden moves on his part.

Unable to receive Zhao Douan's commands, Wu Ling had no choice but to brace himself and shake the spear, with the sudden burst of a drumbeat in the air.

The flags behind his neck flew out, transforming into avatars, protecting his true self, tearing through the Jinyi's defense, successfully advancing to Lu Zhengchun's front.

"Quick! Hurry!" Lu Zhengchun's eyes portrayed hope as he eagerly called out.

However, the next second, a rush of water suddenly appeared in front of him, forcibly blocking Wu Ling. The water floated mid-air like a section of a river cut off in the sky.

In the river, Ji Yue, with red clothes and white pupils, like a swimming fish, slowly blocked Wu Ling in front.

She raised her pale finger, gently poking forward.

"Bang!"

The spear Wu Ling handed over was instantly enveloped in moisture, freezing into frost, and then "crack crack," breaking into pieces.

A single spear was frozen and shattered into segments.

Wu Ling's pupils narrowed, and his body was enveloped by a mass of water, which condensed into a "prison" shape, imprisoning him.

"Ah!"

Simultaneously, a scimitar struck from an oblique direction, piercing the heart of the middle-aged woman, as Lang Shiba twisted his wrist without expression.

The powerful Qi Mechanism exterminated the woman's vitality swiftly, and he drew out the bloodied scimitar, leaving behind a corpse, glimpsing the determined glint of death in the bearded man's eyes, slightly frowning, and his figure flashed.