Hearts Like Swords, Spirited Charge, Wild Horses Across the Plains
Something big has happened! Something big has happened! The Qilin Vault has been raided by thieves!
Clang, clang, clang—the alarm bells startled residents near and far, their cacophony tinged with panic. Though it was the dead of night, the Imperial Treasury Annex was ablaze with light. Guards rushed about in confusion, messengers ran themselves ragged. Elite squads, armored and armed, stormed inside, but the acting commander still felt no relief.
Why an acting commander? Because the official commander got smacked into the wall the moment trouble started, and he’s still stuck there.
"Has Minister Jia given any orders yet?" the acting commander bellowed at his subordinates. "Reinforcements, get reinforcements! We can’t hold off those thieves by ourselves!"
"Reporting in, sir—Minister Jia just entered the palace to meet the Emperor. He won’t see anyone right now, we can’t reach him at all!"
Damn it, why does this have to happen now? The acting commander punched the wall and shouted hoarsely, "Where are the experts? Those guys who always act high and mighty, where’d they go? Get over here and fight! There aren’t many enemies, don’t be scared—get in there!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud bang echoed, followed by a scream flying closer and closer. From afar, a rooftop exploded in smoke and dust, and through it someone was sent flying in a huge arc, arms and legs flailing as they sped through the air.
Eh? Isn’t that one of those so-called "experts"?
Smack! The acting commander didn’t even have time to react before this giant "projectile" crashed right into him. The two rolled together like bowling balls, spinning away at high speed, finally slamming into a corner with a cloud of dust and debris.
The deputy who’d just reported instantly became the new acting commander. He stared, dumbfounded, at the two rolling away, breaking out in a cold sweat. Then he screamed at the top of his lungs, "Where are the archers? What are you waiting for? Shoot!" He grabbed a subordinate by the collar and yelled, "Send word to the Imperial Guards—reinforcements, now! Move it!"
He kept barking orders, but deep down he knew—the Qilin Vault was as good as lost.
It had only been five minutes since the raid began, but chaos reigned. The attackers were few but unbelievably strong. They struck suddenly and with such force that the Imperial Treasury Annex guards were thrown into utter confusion. The intruders seemed to know the place inside out, diving deep into the vault before anyone could react.
No way, these high-flying powerhouses were out of his league. Only the experts Mr. Jia stationed here could handle them. There were even some Peerless Grandmasters—hopefully they could hold the enemy off... fingers crossed.
Go, go, go! Bring out the armor-piercing crossbows—charge inside!
Clang, clang—the sound of armor plates clashing as squads of guards roared and charged deep into the Qilin Vault. But they hadn’t expected that those so-called experts couldn’t control the situation at all.
Ha—! A storm seemed to tear through the air as Jill Young, in her Eagle Lord mode, swept her heavy iron sword in a fearsome arc. Countless hidden weapons and arrows were sent flying, barricades and cover smashed to bits. Guards caught in the sword’s wind were swept up like dust, their screams blending into a wild chorus.
She’d been holding back for ages, but now it was finally time to cut loose—perfect mood for a beatdown.
Jill Young strode forward, iron sword in hand, leaving a trail of carnage behind her. Ahead was the door to the Imperial Secret Vault—black iron, carved with dragons, heavy and imposing. It weighed over a hundred thousand pounds; without the right mechanism, opening it was impossible.
Jill didn’t know or care about the mechanism. She rarely gripped her sword with both hands, but now her arms tensed, muscles bunching like steel cables. Boom—she unleashed her Supreme Technique, her skin flushing red, dragon-shaped shadows swirling around her arms. The air shimmered with heat, and the sword glowed dark red, like a beast awakening.
You villain, don’t get cocky! Whoosh—a sharp sound split the air as a figure rushed Jill Young from behind. It was one of the legendary Peerless Grandmaster guards.