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Looking at the poisonous snake on the rocks with its green eyes bulging out, Ling Luo's eyes were as wide as bells. Goosebumps quickly appeared on her skin.

She hated snakes, hated them beyond compare!

Moreover, these snakes were dark green in color and reeked of blood. One look at them was enough to tell that they were extremely poisonous. They kept sliding back and forth on the rocks, making hissing sounds.

"Bastard!"

She cursed as a layer of sweat unconsciously formed on her forehead. She kept swallowing, trying to suppress the disgust in her heart. Droplets of sweat rolled down her cheeks like beads with broken strings.

Man and snake were in a stalemate!

Ling Luo could clearly hear her irregular heartbeat. She was worried that the imperial guards outside the flower garden would wake up, because the needle only had an incense's worth of time before it was anesthetized.

"Ugh …"

Suddenly, a groan of pain came from outside the flower bed. She no longer cared about being afraid. She pulled her short sword and pounced forward, sending several streaks of cold light toward the poisonous snakes.

The snake's head fell to the ground, and a fishy stench of blood spread in the air. Her stomach started to churn as she held her breath. She walked forward and picked up the strange Holy Blood Herb with both hands.

"Hiss!" Ling Luo lowered her head and saw a poisonous snake, the size of a jade chopstick, biting the back of her hand.

Her eyes turned cold as she grabbed the small viper and crushed it, then her left hand quickly tapped on the acupuncture points on her right arm a few times. She didn't have the time to examine her wound as she rushed out of the garden with the flower pot in her arms.

One of the imperial guards that she had placed down just now woke up, swaying to his feet. But before he could steady himself, another kick came from his side. He staggered and then fell to the ground.

"Quick, someone is stealing the holy grasses, catching the assassins …" As he fell to the ground, he let out a loud roar. Suddenly, a strange whistle sounded from the dark corner of the room. Then, a series of hurried footsteps rushed over like the wind.

"Silver Flash!" Ling Luo shouted. The Silver Flash immediately rushed over from the shadows, and fainted a guard who had just woken up with its teeth bared. " Hide in the Grass Hall, protect the Holy Blood Herb and wait for me when I return. "

She tore off the Holy Blood Herb and handed it over to the Silver Flash, dragging her short sword to sweep her surroundings, "Let's go, I'll cover you."

"Woo …" Silver Flash looked at her with a conflicted expression in her mouth. She was unwilling to leave.

"Run!"

The Silver Flash paused for a moment, then unwillingly flew away with the Holy Blood Herb in her mouth, bringing about a silver flash of light. The sound of battle resounded outside the palace. Ling Luo jumped over the wall and ran along the path that she had previously explored.

"Capture the assassin and head south."

"Quick, gather Dark Guard..."

The shouts pierced her ears like thunder, causing her to panic. Her right arm became more and more paralyzed, swelling to the point that it looked like thousands of ants were gnawing on it. She transferred all her internal energy to the right side of her body to prevent the poison from spreading.

The footsteps of the pursuers became more and more intense, coming from all directions. Ling Luo had no other choice but to leap into the yard.

The courtyard was relatively cold and deserted. There were only a few dim lanterns lit on the corridor, not even a guard. She was delighted and quickly ran along the path.

But...

"What thief? You sure have a lot of guts."

An indifferent and low voice came from behind him, but it wasn't too surprised. Ling Luo's body stiffened as killing intent arose in her eyes.

She could feel the powerful aura of the person behind her. It was as if an invisible force had already locked onto her. She slowly turned her head, the dagger in her hand unconsciously tightening.

However, with just a single glance, the light in her eyes suddenly tightened.

Under the light of the lantern, she could not describe just how shocking this person was. He was as dazzling as the light emerging from a jade pool. He was also as seductive as the misty clouds in the fairyland.

His thick eyebrows flew at an unrestrained angle and naturally exuded a proud aura that seemed as if it was formed from nature itself. The sculpture-like face remained unperturbed, as if it had been carefully sculpted for a long time. There was no sign of joy, anger, or sadness. Only a sliver of indifference and vicissitudes of life could be seen in those cold eyes. It was as if they bore the weight of a thousand years of love and hatred.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at her from above. His brows were slightly furrowed. His white embroidered robe danced lightly in the wind, looking elegant and ethereal.

In Ling Luo's memory, the most peerless man was her master, but this man was even better than her master.

She nervously swallowed her saliva and unconsciously took a step back. She did not know who this person was, but with his appearance that could shake the world, he was probably Fourth Prince, Jun Ximo.

Out of all the information in the Ice Polar Palace, only he was relatively mysterious, and there wasn't any accurate information or drawing. She knew all the other princes like the back of her hand.

With her arms getting numb, Ling Luo didn't dare to stay any longer. However, this person didn't seem to want to let her go. She was breathing heavily, the tip of her foot slowly moving backwards.

Suddenly, she waved her hand and leaped a few dozen feet away before she turned around and ran.

"You want to run?!"

Ling Luo felt a strong gust of wind coming from behind her. She gritted her teeth, turned around, and swung her short sword.

Even though her arm was already poisoned, her aura was still frightening. It was as if an unremarkable dagger in her hand could fly into the sky and earth. The sword qi was like a rainbow, suffused with tens of thousands of silvery lights as it shot towards the man. She was using all of her strength to try and take him down in one move.

However, this person's martial arts skills were not something she could match. Her sleeves shook as she saw him block her sword Qi. Furthermore, there were even two streams of powerful force that were like mountains and seas that surged towards her, making it impossible for her to resist.

That surge of energy came menacingly. It was like a hurricane that only appeared once every hundred years, sealing her in an instant. There was nowhere for her to run. She glowered at this person, but a trace of fear appeared in her eyes.

Blood wildly gushed out from her body, as if it wanted to spurt out from her seven orifices. Especially for her poisoned right arm, it no longer felt anything. She felt that she was about to die.

However... No, she couldn't die! She had to do battle with the beast!

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