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Shock flashed through the guard's eyes. He opened his mouth to shout, but found that he could not say anything. He held his neck and pointed at the shadow that suddenly appeared. "You …"

Before he could finish his sentence, his head tilted to the side, his eyes lost their liveliness, he stopped breathing, and the hand that was clutching his neck lost all of its strength to support him and fell to the ground.

Shockingly, a faint line of blood could be seen on his throat, and bright red blood was seeping out slowly from it.

A sword to seal the throat!

His body swayed and was about to fall off the pillar.

Seeing this, Ling'er frowned slightly. If this person were to fall down, there would definitely be a sound that would attract the attention of the two Martial Kings outside the great hall.

At that time, it would be difficult for him to kill Mu Kui.

After all, Mu Kui's cultivation was not weak; he was a quasi Martial King. Even if it was her, it would be extremely difficult to kill him in an instant. Once she was entangled by him and the other four Martial Kings arrived, the assassination attempt would be a failure.

Moreover, Mu Kui was also very vigilant and was very afraid of death. Once there was any movement and the assassination didn't succeed, then his defenses would be even stricter and it would be difficult to assassinate him.

Her beautiful eyes looked at the sword that was about to fall to the ground. Her eyes lit up and she gently raised her hand. A suction force came from her palm and acted on the sword.

Immediately, the blade that was about to hit the ground paused, and then quickly flew towards her.

The war blade came to her side. Without even looking at it, Ling'er slowly kicked out, landing precisely on the hilt of the black cloth. The battle blade flew out, intending to stab the guard's chest.

The guard was like a piece of tofu that was easily pierced by the saber and nailed to the pillar.

All of this happened in an instant. Not only did no sound spread out, no Spiritual Energy fluctuations were emitted out.

One could only imagine the degree to which Ling'er had mastered spiritual energy.

Ling'er glanced around her surroundings. Seeing that no one had noticed her movements, her rosy, cherry lips slightly curled up as she smiled complacently.

Squatting down, her eyes curiously looked at the hole where the guard had lowered her head to look, wanting to see what was inside to attract the guard.

The hole was very small, and there was light shining through it. As it slanted downwards, the room's scene could be seen clearly.

When she saw it, Ling'er's face immediately flushed red. She almost lost control of her spirit energy as she fell from above and quickly averted her gaze.

Soon, her face turned ashen, and her beautiful eyes burned with anger. Her killing intent was dense as she cursed in her heart: Damn it!

With a slight movement of his body, he disappeared from the spot, as though he had never appeared.

Broken dresses were strewn all over the hall.

On an oversized bed, eight naked women were on it. These women weren't too old; they were around 17 or 18 years old.

However, without exception, they all had pretty good looks.

The calmness in their eyes was like the calm of a dead heart. There was not the slightest fluctuation, and there were still traces of tears at the corners of their eyes.

Several of them were covered in bruises and kisses. Under their bodies, there were plum flower like spots of blood that were especially eye-catching on the snow-white bed sheets. One could imagine what had just happened.

They seemed to be trapped by something and unable to move.

A middle-aged man with a fierce-looking face was trembling as he panted heavily like a wild beast. His face was covered in sweat and his eyes were filled with excitement. The girl was constantly struggling.

However, all of these only increased the desire of men.