Emperor Yang Long watched as the daggers flew in slow motion towards him.
He couldn't move his body like he wished and stood staring at the daggers.
Closer and closer the daggers came.
Meanwhile, his close comrades that were battling beside him threw everything they could to rush over towards him.
"Imperial Brother!" cried the Second Prince. Fear gripped his heart and his body flung towards his brother. While he barged out from the group of assassins that were blocking the way, he received many deep and small cuts along the way.
"Bixie!" Prime Minister Xin saw his cousin in danger and hurried over towards the Emperor. His state was not any different from the other before him.