Ning Chen narrowed his eyes at the soldiers running toward him, shouting that they'd protect him.

No one was chasing them. So why would they need to protect him?

"Old Pan, careful... These men are light on their feet and sharp-eyed. They're no ordinary soldiers."

Shing!!!

Cold light flashed as Pan Yucheng drew his saber. "Halt!" he barked. "Which battalion are you from?"

"We're from..."

Their leader, a tall middle-aged man with savage eyes, broke off mid-sentence, leapt high into the air and brought his saber flashing down at Pan Yucheng.

Pan Yucheng had been ready for it. A flick of his left hand sent several pebbles shooting out like streaks of cold light.

Clang, clang, clang!!!

Incredibly, the man swung his saber and knocked every one of them aside.

Pan Yucheng snorted, darted forward and slashed.

Clang!!!

The two met head-on, and the middle-aged man was knocked back.

He eyed Pan Yucheng and sneered. "No wonder you were once a gold coat of the Inspectorate. Your skills really are something else."

Pan Yucheng's eyes narrowed sharply. "You know me?"

The man gave a cold laugh. "When you're out to kill someone, of course you find out who he is."

Ning Chen said coolly, "This Leng Wenyan has some brains after all, hiring a pack of jianghu masters to kill this prince.

But you should know that if you kill this prince, you'll never have a place in the jianghu again."

The middle-aged man said grimly, "We know very well what standing you have in the jianghu, my lord prince. But when you take a man's money, you take care of his troubles. Our apologies... All together!"

The guards around Ning Chen stood with swords out and bows drawn.

But Ning Chen waved them back. The Ning'an Army was all out in the fighting, and these were ordinary soldiers. They were no match for jianghu masters like these; charging in would only get more of them killed.

He slowly drew the Broken Dream Sword at his waist. "It's been a long time since this prince's sword drank blood."

Then he…