Rebirth of a Stunning Beauty (Complete) - 19

~Chapter Nine: Dragon's Roar and Tiger's Howl, Section Two~

The Third Young Master stood in the center of the hall, spear in hand, tip pointing to the ground. His blood-red cloak billowed and fluttered even without wind.

Ximen Wudi sat high on the platform, looking down at the Third Young Master, his blood-red metallic wings swirling behind him.

The imperial guards and palace guards outside the hall, seeing the blinding light disappear, rushed in shouting. But when they saw the situation inside, they were all stunned.

Qin Shi Huang, the Holy Emperor, lay in a pool of blood. Two figures, clad in bizarre armor, their faces obscured, faced each other. All the lights in the hall were extinguished, only the countless luminous pearls emitting a faint blue glow, bathing the entire hall in a ghostly blue light.

"Your Majesty!" "Your Majesty!" "Heavens...you actually..." The imperial guards and soldiers cried out in unison, their eyes bloodshot and saliva spurting from their mouths as they howled wildly. At the same time, they squatted down and desperately grabbed the luminous pearls scattered on the ground and stuffed them into their arms.

"Your Majesty, how are you? Your Majesty, you mustn't leave us behind... Hey, what are you doing? I saw this bead first..."

"Bullshit, I saw it first... Your Majesty, you two damned assassins, what have you done to Your Majesty?"

"Damn it, stop fighting! They're everywhere, everyone gets a share, why are you fighting over them... Your Majesty, don't worry, we will definitely catch the assassins and tear them to pieces to avenge you!"

Chaos erupted in the hall as imperial guards and soldiers swarmed into the Tiger Roar Hall, surrounding the Third Young Master and Ximen Wudi, looting every luminous pearl they passed. The hall gradually darkened.

But there was no need to worry about lighting; lanterns and torches were quickly brought, and people searched the corners for the missing luminous pearls.

"His Majesty's martial arts are unparalleled; how could two mere assassins possibly harm him? There must be other assassins hiding in the corners. Search carefully, don't let a single one escape!"

Among these imperial guards and soldiers were naturally disciples of the Demonic Sect. Upon seeing Ximen Wudi, they began to take advantage of the chaos within the hall to slowly and inconspicuously retreat to the outer perimeter, quietly withdrawing from the Tiger Roar Hall.

The Third Young Master disregarded the imperial guards and soldiers surrounding him. He looked at Ximen Wudi and said, "Now that I possess Dragon's Roar, I can even fight my way out of the Heavenly Saint Palace! Ximen Wudi, what can you do to me?" At this moment, the Third Young Master's voice also carried a faint metallic scraping sound!

Ximen Wudi laughed, "Third Young Master, the battle is not yet decided, how can you make a hasty judgment? Ximen also has the roar of a tiger, does Third Young Master think that you can defeat Ximen with just the roar of a dragon?"

The Third Young Master sneered, "Perhaps I can't defeat you, but I can kill Consort Li!"

Ximen Wudi said calmly, "Oh? Do you think that with Ximen here, you can easily get rid of Ximen and go kill Consort Li?"

The Third Young Master said, "Whether it works or not, we'll know after we try."

The two of them were talking as if no one else was around, which had already enraged the imperial guards and soldiers. A fourth-rank imperial guard, dressed in the uniform of a sword-wielding imperial bodyguard, squatted on the ground picking up beads while shouting, "Hey, you assassins! How dare you be so arrogant! After assassinating the Emperor, you even dared to try to assassinate Consort Li! What do you take us imperial guards for?"

A fifth-rank deputy general, wearing armor of the Imperial Guard, pulled a steel needle from a bead, his eyes blazing with fury and his face filled with grief and indignation, said, "You two assassins deserve to have your entire families exterminated! The Emperor, a hero of his time, was murdered by you two... Your Majesty! You..." "Your Majesty, how could you have fallen to two petty thieves? Your Majesty…"

Perhaps finding the two too troublesome, Ximen Wudi said calmly, "In front of me and the Third Young Master, you have no right to steal my lines." With that, he flicked his right index finger. Without a sound of wind shooting from his finger or the sound of wind cutting through the air, the heads of the two men who had just spoken exploded into dust, red and white splattering everywhere. Blood gushed from their necks, and their headless bodies fell straight down like withered tree stumps, the beads they carried scattered on the ground.

Ximen Wudi's move immediately silenced all the imperial guards and soldiers. They stared at Ximen Wudi in disbelief, their faces gradually showing fear.

Ximen Wudi laughed, "Third Young Master, how was Ximen's 'God-Slaying Finger'?"

The Third Young Master replied, "Not bad. But it's far inferior to your 'Immortal-Slaying Sword.' At least others can't see or hear the trajectory of the finger's attack, but I can!"

Ximen Wudi said, "Third Young Master, are you trying to provoke me into using the 'Immortal-Slaying Sword'? Don't worry, I'm not that foolish. Third Young Master, you're clad in Dragon Roar Armor, with no flaws whatsoever. Even the 'Immortal-Slaying Sword' might not be able to break through it. Why waste your energy?"

As soon as Ximen Wudi finished speaking, a short, shrill scream entered the hall. The Third Young Master and Ximen Wudi listened carefully and realized that the sound came from the "Hall of Mental Cultivation"!

The Third Young Master laughed heartily, saying, "Ximen Wudi, you've miscalculated!"

Ximen Wudi's voice held a hint of gravity as he replied, "I didn't expect you to have help, Third Young Master! In that case, I'll take my leave!" With that, Ximen Wudi leaped from the high platform and charged towards the entrance of the Tiger Roar Hall. His blood-red wings unfurled, the metallic feathers twirling wildly, producing a series of hissing sounds. Dozens of imperial guards and palace guards surrounding Ximen Wudi were instantly shredded, blood and limbs splattering everywhere!

The Third Young Master coldly snorted, saying, "Ximen Wudi, after donning the Tiger Roar robes, you can't use your 'Transformation into a Divine Void' technique? Very well, in that case, you won't be leaving either!" Before his words were finished, the Third Young Master flew towards Ximen Wudi, his golden spear transforming into a dragon-shaped shadow, letting out a roar like a fierce dragon as it lunged straight at Ximen Wudi!

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As Ximen Wudi donned the Tiger Roar robe, Qin Feng had already arrived at the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The hall was now surrounded by two hundred imperial guards, nearly fifty of whom were swordsmen from the demonic sect "Bewitching Heaven Sect."

Ning Zhaohao and five eunuchs guarded the main entrance, while Consort Li rested on her bed inside.

Although it was an act, Consort Li was quite particular about the realism of her performance; apart from the palm strike she had delivered to her chest, all her injuries were genuine.

Qin Feng, dressed in black, used his movement technique to rush directly towards the entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation. He only noticed the outermost guard when he was just two feet away.

But the guard only had time to widen his eyes and open his mouth before he was dead.

Because Qin Feng glanced at him, the sword energy emanating from his eyes pierced directly into his brain, churning his brains to pieces, yet leaving not a single scratch on the surface.

After the first guard died, Qin Feng flicked his head, and over a hundred three-inch-long strands of his long hair broke off from the ends, silently slipping into the armor of over a hundred imperial guards, accurately piercing their hearts and shattering their meridians.

Over a hundred imperial guards collapsed simultaneously, without uttering a single scream. Even the best doctors would likely only diagnose them with sudden cardiac arrest.

Only then did the remaining imperial guards and Ning Zhaohao and the others discover Qin Feng's presence. The fifty swordsmen from the Demonic Sect's Misty Heaven Sect, mixed among the imperial guards, unleashed incredibly fast sword strikes, fifty sword beams shooting towards Qin Feng, each sword tip emitting a two-foot-long azure sword light.

The remaining forty or so genuine imperial guards drew their swords and, following the swordsmen of the Mitian Sect, quickly surrounded Qin Feng. Ning Zhaohao and the five eunuchs retreated swiftly into the Yangxin Hall, heading towards the room where Consort Li was resting.

Qin Feng completely disregarded the fifty swift swords.

With a flick of his right hand, a three-foot-long, almost transparent, silver-white sword beam emerged from his fingertip, emitting a soft hum.

The moment Qin Feng's sword beam appeared, the fifty swordsmen of the Demonic Sect's Mystic Heaven Sect suddenly found their swords seemed to have become a hundred times heavier, falling uncontrollably to the ground. "Clang!" All fifty swords landed simultaneously, embedding themselves in the stone slabs with a clear sound.

A celestial sword appeared, and mortal swords bowed!

The Mystic Heaven Sect swordsmen were terrified; they had never encountered anything like this before. Before the fight even began, their swords were already out of control.

One of the Mystic Heaven Sect swordsmen, seeing his sword bending uncontrollably as if bowing to Qin Feng, suddenly had a flash of inspiration and shouted, "He is the Heavenly…"

Before he could finish the words "Heavenly Sword Qin Feng," his gaping mouth felt as if it had been stabbed by a sharp sword; his throat was mangled, and a thin, bloody gash appeared on the back of his head.

After Qin Feng killed the warning swordsman from the air with a single sword strike, his body moved with the lightness and swiftness of a gentle breeze, disappearing into the midst of the Misty Heaven Sect swordsmen.

The remaining forty-nine Misty Heaven Sect swordsmen had barely managed to draw their swords and hold them in their hands. However, the swords, a hundred times heavier, were useless; having a sword was worse than having no sword at all.

Immediately, someone noticed this and discarded their swords, turning around and killing the real imperial guards behind them with a single palm strike, seizing their waist knives.

Many Misty Heaven Sect disciples followed suit, discarding their swords and seizing their knives.

Their methods of killing were not as silent as Qin Feng's; after each powerful palm strike, the imperial guards had time to let out a scream.

It was these screams that reached the ears of Ximen Wudi and the Third Young Master, informing them that something had happened in the Hall of Mental Cultivation!

However, fewer than ten people were fortunate enough to seize the waist knives, as Qin Feng had already circled the real and fake imperial guards in an instant, casually unleashing dozens of sword strikes with the Heavenly Sword at his fingertips. The vast majority of the Misty Heaven Sect swordsmen and imperial guards fell dead.

The eight Misty Heaven Sect disciples who had managed to seize the waist knives, after witnessing Qin Feng's unbelievable swordsmanship, finally realized that regardless of whether they were armed or not, they were no match for this masked man in black!

So they shouted in unison and scattered in eight directions, fleeing at their fastest speed ever.

Qin Feng, always ruthless in his killings, coldly snorted, and with a light flick of his finger sword, eight longswords leaped from the weapons scattered on the ground, chasing after the eight Misty Heaven Sect swordsmen in eight directions.

In a flash of sword light, eight short, muffled groans rang out simultaneously; all eight men were pierced through the back by longswords and fell dead.

Qin Feng didn't even look at the results of his sword strike. After unleashing eight swords, he leaped into the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

As he entered, a continuous, earth-shattering roar of dragons and tigers echoed from the Tiger Roar Hall, interspersed with the clanging of metal and the screams of dying men.

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The Third Young Master had intercepted Ximen Wudi.

As the golden spear thrust towards Ximen Wudi, Ximen Wudi's left wing, like a serpent, pierced through his back, its tip striking the spear tip, unleashing a deafening roar of dragons and tigers.

A circular ripple spread outwards from the point of impact, half golden, half blood-red. Wherever the ripple passed, everything was cleaved in two—the surrounding imperial guards, the bronze pillars, and the walls of the Tiger Roar Hall—all were severed at the waist by the ripple.

The upper bodies of the imperial guards and soldiers in the hall collapsed to the ground, blood and entrails spilling everywhere. Those cut in half at the waist let out deafening screams of agony; some rolled on the ground, some crawled on their hands, some desperately tried to stuff their protruding intestines back into their stomachs, and some clung desperately to their lower bodies, attempting to reassemble them.

Suddenly, the bronze Tiger Roar Hall trembled, followed by a series of ear-piercing metallic scraping sounds. The bronze pillars within collapsed one after another. Without the support of the pillars, the Tiger Roar Hall, also cut in half at the waist, began to tilt from the point of incision, the bronze walls and roof creaking and twisting.

Seeing the Tiger Roar Hall about to collapse, Ximen Wudi laughed loudly, withdrew his left flank, and soared into the sky.

The Third Young Master pursued closely, pointing his spear to the heavens, and rose straight up.

Two figures, one in crimson and one in gold, burst through the roof of Tiger Roar Palace one after the other, rising into the air. Both stood suspended in mid-air, their true energy solidified, facing each other from afar. With a deafening roar, Tiger Roar Palace slowly collapsed, turning into a pile of broken bronze. Many of the imperial

guards and soldiers within perished. As the two ascended into the air, they looked around and discovered that Tiger Roar Palace was now surrounded by at least tens of thousands of imperial guards and soldiers!

The dark clouds had dispersed, and a bright moon shone in the sky, illuminating the two demonic figures in the air.

The Third Young Master's crimson cloak billowed wildly behind him, and golden light gradually emanated from his Dragon Roar Armor.

Not to be outdone, Ximen Wudi slowly flapped his metal wings, producing a series of metallic scraping sounds, and dazzling blood-red light bloomed from his wings…

~Chapter Nine: Dragon's Roar and Tiger's Howl, Section Three~

As soon as Qin Feng entered the main hall of the Yangxin Hall, he heard the sound of wind around him, and more than ten colorful ribbons, like serpentine snakes

, coiled and twisted towards him. Qin Feng flicked his sword, shooting out more than ten sword lights to meet the ribbons. A series of extremely muffled thuds rang out; the ribbons were only pushed back by the sword energy, but were not severed!

Qin Feng let out a soft "hmm," stopped, and looked around. He saw thirteen beautiful and delicate palace maids, each holding a ribbon, surrounding him and coldly watching him.

Upon seeing the girls, Qin Feng sensed their overwhelming evil aura and lewd intent in their eyes. He immediately understood that these girls were disciples of the Demonic Mind-Bewitching Sect.

"Who goes there?" A sharp shout rang out from behind a screen blocking the entrance to a palace hall. Qin Feng turned to look and saw Consort Li, dressed elegantly, slowly emerging, supported by Ning Zhaohao and five eunuchs.

Seeing Consort Li's dignified appearance, Qin Feng recalled her lewd behavior in the Tiger Roar Palace, and a nameless anger rose within him. He coldly said, "Naturally, it's the one who will take your life!"

Consort Li smiled charmingly and said, "Oh? Does the brave warrior not know how to cherish a beautiful woman? Would a beauty like me be so cruel as to destroy a flower? Look around you, brave warrior, all the young ladies are naturally beautiful. Why not lay down your sword and enjoy this gentle embrace?"

Consort Li's voice was languid, yet contained a subtle, almost imperceptible, alluring lewdness. The thirteen palace maids followed her words, gracefully approaching Qin Feng. As they walked, each maid swayed her hips, displaying her alluring charm.

Their captivating eyes and melodious laughter, like silver bells, were accompanied by delicate hands that caressed their bodies as they slowly undressed, revealing their irresistibly alluring erogenous zones. As they played with their sensitive areas, the maids let out seductive moans, their voices trembling. In an instant, thirteen maids were stripped naked, like lambs, leaving only the colorful ribbons in their hands.

These ribbons were now used to conceal their private parts; the semi-transparent veils added to the mystery and allure.

Qin Feng stared blankly at his surroundings, his throat bobbing, and he swallowed repeatedly.

Seeing this, Consort Li laughed even more heartily, her voice becoming even more alluring. She spoke in a soft, nasal tone, "Look, brave warrior, which of these young ladies isn't naturally seductive? Ordinary men wouldn't even be able to have one, but you can have thirteen at once. If you're still not satisfied, I can also serve you..." As she spoke, she gently swayed her hips, her hands slowly caressing between her breasts and her private parts, displaying her utmost beauty.

Under her caresses, the elegant palace dress gradually loosened, revealing a flesh-colored, transparent bodice. On her snow-white, rounded breasts, the two rosy nipples had already quietly risen.

Ning Zhaohao and the five eunuchs, having had their penises cut off, were now parched and their blood was surging. They had managed to resist the thirteen palace maids' advances, but now that Consort Li herself was making her move, they couldn't withstand it any longer. They all lowered their heads, staring blankly at their toes.

Qin Feng stood there, stunned, his eyes fixed on Consort Li, seemingly completely captivated by her. Seeing this, the thirteen palace maids giggled and pressed themselves against Qin Feng, while their silk ribbons secretly wrapped around his neck and limbs.

Just as Consort Li was confident of her victory, the masked man in black, who should have been mesmerized and unconscious, suddenly regained his senses, his eyes flashing with two sword-like glints.

Consort Li jerked her head to the side, narrowly avoiding the sword flashes. The swords grazed her cheek, leaving a faint bloodstain and slicing off a few strands of her hair.

Consort Li's expression changed, and before she could utter a cry of "Oh no!", the masked man in black spun around in place, and the thirteen palace maids who had been approaching him were all sent flying backward, their heads severed mid-flight, their beautiful bodies reduced to lifeless, rotting flesh, soaked in blood.

Consort Li exclaimed in surprise, "How is this possible? Although my 'Bewitching Dream' is far inferior to that of our sect's Holy Maiden, how could a mere assassin possibly wake up from a dream?"

Qin Feng snorted coldly and said, "How can unorthodox methods compare to the orthodox Heavenly Sword Sect? Even my most lewd and vulgar mistress wouldn't be bewitched by this charm, let alone me, Qin Feng?"

Consort Li and Ning Zhaohao were immediately shocked.

Li Fei, pale and trembling, looked at Qin Feng and said with great difficulty, "If I had known you were the Heavenly Sword Qin Feng... then I... I wouldn't have used such methods... If I had fought you with all my might, I might have had a chance to survive..."

Qin Feng nodded and said, "It's good that you've learned your lesson. When you are reincarnated in your next life, remember that bewitching arts are ultimately just unorthodox methods, not respectable!"

Li Fei said unwillingly, "Young Master Qin, do you really want to kill me? If you are willing to spare my life, I am willing to repay you with my body... With my looks, does Young Master Qin not even find me attractive?"

Qin Feng looked at Li Fei with disgust and said, "I, Qin Feng, hate nothing more than lewd women like you! Enough nonsense, prepare to die!" With a flick of his sword, the sword light flashed, and Li Fei, Ning Zhaohao, and the others were stunned.

Qin Feng had never been a man who showed mercy to women.

A thin line of blood slowly seeped from Consort Li's snow-white neck. She opened her mouth, and softly uttered a reluctant cry: "Your... Majesty..."

"Third Young Master," Ximen Wudi said with a faint smile, "we are surrounded by heavy troops. Do you still have the confidence to break through the encirclement? These imperial guards and royal troops are not like the rabble of the War King's army in Wuyun City. You cannot break through them alone with just your spear! Moreover, a large number of royal troops are rushing this way. Third Young Master, please look at those torches over there!" The

Third Young Master glanced down again and saw torches and lanterns like a long dragon, marching mightily towards the Tiger Roar Palace. There were more than ten thousand of them. He coldly said, "Ximen Wudi, I am not the same as before. With the Dragon's Roar within me, no army can withstand me! Besides, even if I can't break through, do you think you can? Don't forget, you are now clad in Tiger's Roar, unable to even use 'Transformation into a Divine Void.' If you were to remove Tiger's Roar, you might have a chance to escape, but after your fierce battle with Long Jiu, I don't believe you have the strength to continuously use movement techniques while breaking through!"

After hovering in the air for a while and saying these words, both of them could no longer hold on. Their true energy was about to be exhausted, and they fell to the ground, landing on the broken walls of Tiger's Roar Palace.

The imperial guards and imperial soldiers surrounding the ruins of Tiger's Roar Palace shouted in unison, "Kill!" The sound shook the heavens, and the killing intent soared to the sky. The first thousand imperial soldiers stepped forward at the same time, their synchronized footsteps shaking the ground. The forest of spears was lowered, pointing diagonally at the Third Young Master and Ximen Wudi.

Thousands of crossbows and arrows were already nocked, aimed at the Third Young Master and Ximen Wudi.

The Third Young Master stood atop a crumbling pillar over ten feet high, surveying the surrounding Imperial Guards and Palace Attendants.

This was indeed different from the bandits of Wuyun City. The Palace Attendants were alright; they were mostly composed of martial arts masters, and their coordination wasn't particularly close. But the Imperial Guards were a true elite force, each individual possessing considerable skill, and teamwork was their forte. Now, with their formation complete, the area around Tiger Roar Hall was like an impenetrable wall, only the gleam of metal visible.

The Third Young Master slowly said, "Ximen Wudi, I know you have another identity in the palace to conceal, but do you dare to reveal that identity now? Do you dare to show your true face and tell these palace guards and imperial guards that you are from the palace, begging them to let you go?"

Ximen Wudi calmly replied, "Why provoke me, Third Young Master? I'll say it again: if you have real ability, you will see my true face. I think you already understand that in the eyes of the palace guards and imperial guards, we are already on the same side. Rather than killing each other, why not join forces to break through the encirclement and then we can settle our score?" Ximen Wudi knew that

the Third Young Master's helpers had already stormed into the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and he had been stopped by the Third Young Master and could not return to the Hall of Mental Cultivation in time. Consort Li was probably in grave danger. The witnesses who proved the Third Young Master's regicide had all been killed by that expert, and even if Ximen Wudi wanted to testify, his identity was too shameful to be believed. Therefore, the plan to frame the Third Young Master for regicide was practically aborted. The urgent matter wasn't a fight between the two, but breaking out of the Forbidden City.

The Third Young Master quickly weighed the pros and cons. If he fought Ximen Wudi, regardless of victory or defeat, even with Dragon's Roar, he wouldn't have the strength to break through the encirclement of over 20,000 Imperial Guards.

Similarly, if Ximen Wudi fought him, although Ximen Wudi's martial arts were superior and his chances of winning were high, even if he won, he wouldn't have the strength to break through the encirclement. However,

if the two joined forces, with their combined skill and the power of Dragon's Roar and Tiger's Howl, breaking through the encirclement wouldn't be difficult. As for a final showdown after breaking through, that was clearly much better than fighting now.

Or, wouldn't it be even more advantageous to stab Ximen Wudi in the back just as the breakout was about to succeed?

The Third Young Master had already made up his mind, but before he could speak, a powerful voice came from the top of the Hall of Mental Cultivation: "Ximen Wudi, Consort Li and Ning Zhaohao are dead! Your plan has failed!" The

Third Young Master and Ximen Wudi looked up and saw a masked man in black standing proudly on the top of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, holding two bloodied heads in his right hand. Although it was night, by the light of the torches between the two halls, and with the Third Young Master and Ximen Wudi's sharp eyesight, they immediately recognized the two heads as those of Consort Li and Ning Zhaohao. As soon as the

masked man in black appeared, a large contingent of Imperial Guards surrounded the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and more than a thousand powerful crossbows were immediately aimed at him.

The Third Young Master naturally recognized the masked man in black as Qin Feng, and immediately understood that Qin Feng had not left at all, but had been following him all along, ready to provide support at any time. Ximen Wudi recognized Qin Feng by his figure and eyes, shaking his head and sighing, "I never expected it to be the young master. I, Ximen Wudi, hailed as invincible under heaven, have failed to detect your whereabouts. Your 'Heavenly Dao Formless' realm has reached its peak."

Just then, Qin Feng spoke again from the palace rooftop: "Listen up, everyone! The one who murdered the emperor and seized the Tiger's Roar is Ximen Wudi, the leader of the Demonic Sect! Look closely, that winged monster is Ximen Wudi, wielding the Tiger's Roar!"

The Third Young Master chuckled and said, "Ximen Wudi, your reputation isn't much better anyway. What's the big deal about adding another charge of murdering the emperor? Besides, even if everyone in the world knows you killed the emperor, no one knows your true face, and no one can catch you, right?"

Ximen Wudi gave a bitter smile and said, "I never imagined that this plan would ultimately harm me."

The Third Young Master said, "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. How can a plan keep up with changes? Ximen Wudi, your support in the palace is gone. Can you still control the world? Now tens of thousands of people know that it was you, the leader of the Demonic Sect, Ximen Wudi, who killed the emperor. Can the Demonic Sect still develop smoothly as before? Once the arrest warrant is issued, the Demonic Sect will be like stray dogs! We don't need to deal with you; the Qin government and army will come after you."

Ximen Wudi said, "Oh? Why are you so certain, Third Young Master? Do you really believe that the Qin government and army still have the ability to deal with me, Ximen? Have you forgotten the 300,000 Hu troops at Luoling Pass in the Northern Frontier?"

The Third Young Master sneered, "Young Master Su guards Luoling Pass. Of the 200,000 iron troops of the Qin Northern Frontier, 150,000 are stationed at Luoling Pass alone. A mere 300,000..." "How could a nomadic army possibly conquer Luoling Pass, the most formidable pass under heaven?"

Ximen Wudi laughed. "What if I told you, Third Young Master, that Young Master Su is now one of my men, and that the Northern Frontier Iron Army is entirely under his control?"

The Third Young Master was startled and asked, "What did you say?"

Ximen Wudi laughed loudly and said, "After sunrise tomorrow, Young Master Su of the Northern Frontier will learn of the Qin Emperor's death. He will then use the pretext of attending his father's funeral to lead the Northern Frontier Iron Army, along with 300,000 Hu tribe troops, in a surprise attack on Tianjing City! The Hu cavalry are swift as the wind; without the protection of Luoling Pass, the Hu army and the Northern Frontier Iron Army will be at the gates of Tianjing City in less than five days! Tianjing City only has 200,000 Imperial Guards and Imperial Bodyguards, and the surrounding towns can muster at most 50,000 troops. I ask you, with a mere 250,000 troops, can you withstand the attack of the Qin Dynasty's most elite Northern Frontier Iron Army of 200,000 and the 300,000 light cavalry from the thirteen Hu tribes?"

~Chapter Nine: Dragon's Roar and Tiger's Howl, Section Four~

Upon hearing this, the Third Young Master shook his head and sighed, "The Qin Empire boasts a million soldiers, with two hundred thousand in the northern frontier and two hundred and fifty thousand in the capital. These two armies almost constitute half of the nation's total forces. Such a vast Qin Empire, relying on these two pillars of strength, is now forced to fight each other… Ximen Wudi, why do you insist on pitting the Qin army against itself? Regardless of which side wins, the Qin Empire will suffer losses… In this way, there will be no troops to suppress the civil unrest within Qin's borders, and the Qin empire will become even more chaotic! And if the barbarians enter the Central Plains, they will surely plunder the entire land. Ximen Wudi, do you truly intend to create a chaotic world before you are satisfied?"

Ximen Wudi laughed, "Third Young Master, you are mistaken! Only in chaotic times can heroes emerge. Only in chaotic times can we men find our place! What good is a peaceful world? What does it matter to me, Ximen Wudi, if everyone lives in peace and prosperity? I, Ximen Wudi, only seek…" "To display one's skills and talents amidst chaos, even if ultimately unsuccessful, is enough! Moreover, only after great chaos can great order be restored. The Qin Dynasty is utterly corrupt from the inside out; only by overthrowing it and rebuilding a new empire from the ruins can the people have hope! May I ask, Third Young Master, you once said that if the world is in chaos, you will vie for supremacy. Were you merely joking that day? Do you not wish to make a name for yourself in this chaotic world and have a proper showdown with me, Ximen Wudi?" The Third Young Master replied,

"Every man has ambition. However, the barbarians are inherently cruel. If you bring them into the Central Plains, the people of the Central Plains will suffer a great calamity! Even if the struggle for supremacy causes immense harm to the people, they are still people of the Central Plains and will at least care about the people. But the barbarians are not of our kind and have no pity for the people of the Central Plains. Bringing them into the pass is tantamount to annihilating us." "A descendant of the Central Plains?"

Ximen Wudi laughed heartily, "Third Young Master, you possess great talent and ambition, why fear mere barbarians? Using the world as a chessboard, mountains and rivers as chess pieces, and armies as chess pieces, in this game of vying for supremacy, even if a foreign army invades, they are nothing but uncivilized savages. How can they possibly make a good move? Even Ximen is not afraid of this; Third Young Master, you are far younger than Ximen, why should you be afraid? To me, the people of the Central Plains are nothing but ants and weeds. Even if they are slaughtered by barbarians, what does it matter to me? I only respect young heroes like Third Young Master, only those who dare to play this grand game. We are all superior beings standing atop the peak, looking down upon the ants and the masses. Ants are at most our chess pieces, why should we feel pain for the chess pieces?"

Third Young Master took a deep breath and said, "Ximen Wudi, I am different from you. In my view, the people are the foundation of the world. Without the people…" "...Even if you gain the world, who will you manage? Who will you rule? Even if I want to have women, someone has to raise a daughter for me to have! Ximen Wudi, by allowing the barbarians to indiscriminately kill the innocent, you might become the father or mother of the most beautiful woman in the world... The way you're doing this is like ruining my livelihood!"

Ximen Wudi smiled and said, "Third Young Master's ideas... are truly peculiar. Our differing ideologies are the key reason why we can't be friends, but only enemies. Alright, Third Young Master, it seems the Imperial Guards are getting impatient. It seems it's time for us to prepare for a breakout." The Third Young

Master nodded, gestured towards the top of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and said, "Come here!"

Qin Feng saw the Third Young Master beckoning him over, looked around the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and found that it was indeed completely surrounded. Trying to break out by force would probably be impossible even if he exhausted all his strength. So he threw down two severed heads and leaped towards the Third Young Master.

The Imperial Guards surrounding the Hall of Mental Cultivation immediately unleashed a barrage of arrows, a fierce whistling sound as they rained down on Qin Feng.

Qin Feng, suspended in mid-air with nowhere to hide, swiftly extended his fingers, unleashing bursts of sword energy that swirled around his body, providing impenetrable protection. The arrows, struck by the sword energy, were instantly pulverized.

However, the arrows fired by the elite Imperial Guards with their powerful bows were far more accurate, swift, and powerful than those of the rebellious bandits. In the mere fifty-odd feet between the Hall of Mental Cultivation and the Tiger Roar Hall, Qin Feng had already shattered countless arrows, his strength severely depleted.

Once Qin Feng landed beside the Third Young Master, the Imperial Guards ceased their firing.

The Imperial Guards naturally assumed that Ximen Wudi and the Third Young Master were in cahoots. Seeing Ximen Wudi clad in the Tiger's Roar armor, although this generation of Imperial Guards had never witnessed the power of the Tiger's Roar armor firsthand, they had heard many rumors about it. They knew that arrows posed little threat to a celestial warrior like the Tiger's Roar armor; at most, they could only delay its movement, and injuring it was highly unlikely.

Therefore, before Ximen Wudi and the Third Young Master had even begun their breakout attempt, they were unwilling to waste arrows.

Furthermore, these Imperial Guards and Imperial Attendants did not believe that a single celestial warrior could break through their encirclement of over 20,000 men. In the minds of all the Imperial Guards and Imperial Attendants, Ximen Wudi and his group were already trapped, with no chance of escape.

As soon as Qin Feng reached the Third Young Master's side, he asked, "Third Young Master, what kind of armor are you wearing?"

He had gone to the Hall of Mental Cultivation before Long Yin appeared, so he naturally didn't know what the Third Young Master was wearing.

The Third Young Master replied, "This is the Heavenly Soldier Long Yin. Boss, the situation isn't good right now. If we fight Ximen Wudi, we won't be able to break through, regardless of victory or defeat. So Ximen Wudi proposed that we join forces to break through first, and then settle the score. I've already agreed to him. What do you think, Big Brother?"

Qin Feng quickly analyzed the situation and nodded after drawing a conclusion, "The current situation is indeed unavoidable. We have no choice but to join forces with Ximen Wudi." He was a man who could take things in stride and wasn't bound by prejudice. The situation was unforgiving, and even if it meant temporarily cooperating with the enemy he hated for life, he agreed without hesitation.

Seeing that Qin Feng had agreed, Ximen Wudi said, "Our current location is closest to the south gate of Tiansheng Palace. Moreover, there are many palaces and halls along this route. Although there are many experts among the Imperial Guards, there aren't many martial arts practitioners in the Imperial Guards who can perform high-level maneuvers. Therefore, we can break out to the south, using the terrain of the palaces and halls to prevent the Imperial Guards from forming an encirclement and thus limiting their combat power. There are still quite a few Imperial Guards closing in this direction. If we break out on flat ground, we might kill until we're exhausted and still not be able to break out."

The Third Young Master nodded and said, "Alright, we'll do as you say!"

Ximen Wudi said, "In that case, I, Ximen, will lead the charge."

The Third Young Master said, "I'll cover the rear. Eldest Brother will stay in the center to support the front and rear, and defend the flanks."

Qin Feng nodded in agreement. He wasn't one to boast of his heroism, but seeing that the Third Young Master and Ximen Wudi each possessed a Heavenly Weapon, he knew he was the weakest link among the three, so staying in the center was naturally the best option.

After the three agreed, Ximen Wudi leaped to the Third Young Master and Qin Feng's side. These two mortal enemies, who had just wanted to kill each other, now had to join forces to deal with the current crisis.

At this moment, the newly arrived 12,000 Imperial Guards also joined the encirclement. The Imperial Guards appeared to be forming large circles without any apparent order, but in reality, they were clearly divided, with each type of soldier well-matched, and there was no random positioning.

The Third Young Master and the others looked at the sea of metal surrounding the Imperial Guards, weighing how many they would have to kill to break through.

At this moment, a gap suddenly appeared in the front row of the Imperial Guards surrounding the Third Young Master and his group. A burly man wearing second-rank military officer armor, a black cloak, and a long sword at his waist stepped out from the crowd. Half a step behind him was a lean man in third-rank guard uniform, with a waist knife at his side.

The second-rank military officer shouted, "I am Guo Xiaohuai, a second-rank general commanding the Imperial Guards of the capital. This is Liang Qiluo, the Grand Eunuch of the Imperial Guards, a third-rank official. The three of you have committed heinous crimes by assassinating the Emperor, killing Consort Li, and Grand Eunuch Ning Zhaohao! You are now surrounded. Don't even think about escaping. Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately, accept the punishment of the Qin laws, and do not put up a futile resistance! I will count to three. If you still do not surrender, the Imperial Guards will begin to fire arrows! One... two..."

Ximen Wudi laughed and counted for him, "Three!" Then he lunged forward, his wings spread wide, and pounced on Guo Xiaohuai and Liang Qiluo.

Qin Feng followed closely behind Ximen Wudi, while the Third Young Master followed behind Qin Feng.

The instant Ximen Wudi moved, Guo Xiaohuai and Liang Qiluo, who were at the forefront, felt a blood-red, winged tiger pounce on them like lightning. Startled, they retreated swiftly back into the Imperial Guard, shouting at the top of their lungs, "Fire! Fire!"

A chorus of bowstrings and crossbow springs rang out, and thousands of powerful arrows rained down on Ximen Wudi, Qin Feng, and the Third Young Master. Ximen Wudi laughed heartily, his metal wings flapping and swirling like those of a roc, pulverizing the arrows that met his gaze. Even Qin Feng and the Third Young Master behind him were completely protected; not a single arrow could penetrate the net woven by his iron wings and reach their heads!

"Die!" Ximen Wudi roared as his metal wings blocked the rain of arrows. He unleashed a palm strike from afar, and with a deafening roar, a large number of Imperial Guards soldiers in the front row, forming a spear formation, were knocked down. At least forty

men were sent flying into the air, screaming as they crashed back into the crowd, killing and injuring many. Guo Xiaohuai and Liang Qiluo exchanged a glance, their faces turning deathly pale. They had never witnessed such powerful palm strikes. From over three zhang away, he had knocked down nearly a hundred men with a single blow. Such skill was only heard of in legends!

Guo Xiaohuai and Liang Qiluo immediately drew their swords, running rapidly into the depths of the crowd while brandishing their weapons and shouting hoarsely, "Fire arrows! Fire arrows! Don't stop!"

"Close the encirclement! Surround them! Damn it, I don't believe that with ten thousand men surrounding them, they can cause any trouble!"

After retreating to what they thought was a safe area, the two generals looked back and were filled with dread.

At the forefront of the encirclement, where Ximen Wudi made contact, a bloodbath erupted among the Imperial Guards. Countless limbs flew in all directions, unstoppable in their path, countless Imperial Guards being shredded to dust by his wings.

Ximen Wudi's pair of blood-red iron wings were like serpents, capable of attacking from any unimaginable angle, their agility bordering on life. Ximen Wudi didn't even need to lift a finger; he simply charged forward, and his iron wings annihilated the enemy. Any Imperial Guards touched by his wings were instantly reduced to dust!

Ximen Wudi charged forward twenty paces, yet there wasn't a single sound of metal clashing in his path. The Imperial Guards' weapons and armor were like paper beneath those iron wings, crumbling and breaking at the slightest touch. Aside from the relentless, seamless sound of flesh being sliced apart, not even a dying scream could be heard. Wherever the wings passed, no one had a chance to utter a single cry before being cut into equal chunks of flesh by the thousands of iron feathers!

The wingspan was a full two zhang, and with the true energy emanating from them, the attack range of the iron wings reached five zhang. Within five zhang in front of and to the left and right of Ximen Wudi, a complete vacuum was formed. Apart from the scattered pieces of corpses and blood flowing up to almost ankle-deep, not a single person could be seen!

Qin Feng followed closely behind Ximen Wudi, his hands behind his back. He didn't need to make a move; he simply used the swirling true energy around him as he charged forward to gather up the broken armor and weapons scattered on the ground, piecing them together into countless strangely shaped longswords that flew towards his left and right.

These countless longswords made of scrap metal were surprisingly powerful. A single sword would often pierce through six or seven people before exploding, the fragments of armor and weapons raining down into the crowd like the sharpest hidden weapons, riddling bodies with holes.

The Third Young Master bore the pressure of being surrounded by all the Imperial Guards. He retreated with his back to Qin Feng, his golden spear thrusting left and right like a dragon. A golden spear light, four zhang long, erupted from the tip, and combined with the eighteen-inch-long shaft, the spear's killing range was eight inches greater than Ximen Wudi's wings!

Although the golden spear appeared hard, its shaft was remarkably flexible, and the spearhead could swing freely. With a slight flick of the Third Young Master's wrist, the spearhead could unleash dozens, even hundreds, of spear flowers the size of bowls, a single strike capable of piercing the hearts of nearly a hundred men.

The dragon-whiskers forming the spearhead were also incredibly sharp; a casual sweep of the tassel could slice a person to pieces.

When the Third Young Master got carried away with his killing spree, he sometimes didn't even bother with his gun, simply charging into the crowd. At high speed, he seemed to transform into a golden dragon, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. The numerous weapons on his Dragon Roar Armor could easily tear human bodies to shreds with a single impact.

To outsiders, when the Third Young Master charged in, it was clearly a ferocious golden dragon, its claws stained with blood, thrashing about in the crowd.

There was no sound of metal clashing when the Dragon Roar Armor killed; weapons and armor alike were like tofu before the many weapons on the armor, crumbling at the slightest touch. Instead,

the sounds of flesh being sliced apart were deafening, countless pieces of corpses and blood splattering everywhere. Even the Dragon Roar Armor was stained with blood, with chunks of human organs clinging to it. Especially on the blades and spikes on his shoulders, elbows, wrists, and knees, chunks of bloody, still trembling flesh hung.

Wearing a crimson cloak made even more striking by the blood, the Third Young Master now resembled a demon from the deepest hell, his entire body a blood-red hue! While

using the Dragon Roar Armor for killing was convenient, the energy drain was enormous. The Third Young Master felt his inner force flowing endlessly into the Dragon Roar Armor, expanding its attack range and increasing its killing speed. Each charge could shred at least a hundred people, and each retreat behind Qin Feng would conveniently kill forty or fifty more. However, his inner force was dwindling; after less than a hundred zhang, he had already used up forty percent of his twelve-tenths power!

Fortunately, the three of them had already passed the Hall of Mental Cultivation, crossing the most difficult section—a hundred-zhang-long open space stretching from the Tiger Roar Hall to a palace south of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

On the open space, Imperial Guards charged forward wave after wave, their battle cries deafening. Guo Xiahuai and Liang Qiluo constantly deployed their troops and arranged their formations. Despite the fact that the Imperial Guards had lost over three thousand men, all of whom were killed without a single wounded, and the open square was littered with piles of corpses and rivers of blood and entrails, making the ground slippery underfoot, not a single Imperial Guard retreated. Under the command and coordination of Guo Xiahuai and Liang Qiluo, they launched wave after wave of attacks.

Normally, according to battlefield common sense, dealing with three people would be solved with a volley of arrows. If that didn't work, a squad of spearmen could surround them, and even a skilled warrior would be riddled with holes from hundreds of spears. Alternatively, axemen could be deployed with shields, using them to push the attackers into the center of the encirclement before unleashing a flurry of blows, turning even an iron man to pieces.

However, two of the three were now celestial warriors, impervious to swords, spears, and arrows, and capable of shattering the armor and shields of the Imperial Guards. Battlefield common sense was no longer applicable here. As for tripwires and traps, while they could trip and trap people, there was no time to set them up or dig them in the square and amidst the chaos of battle.

Therefore, the only solution was to overwhelm them with sheer numbers, exhausting their strength, and then capturing and killing them once they were exhausted!

This tactic could have worked; at least the Third Young Master had already exhausted forty percent of his strength by killing fewer than a thousand three people. The Imperial Guards were completely different from the bandits. The bandits' weapons, armor, bows and arrows, morale, fighting spirit, command, and coordination were all terribly poor. The Third Young Master had only used 30% of his strength to kill over two thousand bandits. But fighting the Imperial Guards, even with the Dragon Roar Armor, was so exhausting, showing that the Imperial Guards were more than two or three times stronger than the bandits

. If the route had been flat, the two thousand Imperial Guards and Imperial Bodyguards gathered here, plus the nearly thirty thousand Imperial Guards still on their way, would have exhausted the Third Young Master and his companions to death. However, the route that Ximen Wudi had pointed out, leading to the south gate of Tiansheng Palace, contained countless palaces, gardens, rockeries, pavilions, and ponds.

Therefore, after crossing the square in front of Yangxin Hall, Ximen Wudi, Qin Feng, and the Third Young Master leaped onto the closely packed palace rooftops, using their lightness skills to scale the walls and eaves.

Among the Imperial Guards, few possessed exceptional agility, while the Imperial Bodyguards, though almost all skilled in light-footed martial arts and capable of leaping to palace rooftops, were utterly ineffective against the three strongest masters of the era: Ximen Wudi, Qin Feng, and the Third Young Master. Even if they managed to catch up, it would only be a pointless suicide.

The three, utilizing the terrain, prevented the Imperial Guards from encircling them, charging forward relentlessly. In the air, a blood-red tiger led the way, followed by a golden, blood-stained dragon, leaping swiftly across the palace rooftops, their roars and cries shaking the heavens and earth.

The Imperial Guards' archers unleashed a barrage of arrows, raining down on the three in the air. However, despite being in the air, the Third Young Master and his companions, wielding their two celestial weapons, shredded every arrow. Qin Feng, positioned in the center, didn't even need to block; with Ximen Wudi in front and the Third Young Master behind, not a single arrow could penetrate the protective net woven by the dragon's roar and tiger's cries.

Having traversed countless palaces and gardens, and slaughtered countless small groups of Imperial Guards and Palace Attendants along the way, the three finally reached the South Gate.

The last row of houses where the Palace Attendants resided was only a hundred paces from the South Gate. However, this hundred paces was entirely open space, already densely packed with Imperial Guards.

The South Gate was tightly shut, and the palace walls were also filled with Imperial Guards and Palace Attendants, countless gleaming arrows pointed down at the foot of the walls.

"Damn, it's just the death of an emperor, does it need such a massive formation?" the Third Young Master muttered in dissatisfaction. There were at least ten thousand Imperial Guards in the palace, and tens of thousands more were rapidly approaching from behind. They had to break through the South Gate before they could encircle them.

"No need to leave anyone to cover our retreat! Third Young Master, let's charge together for this final push!" Ximen Wudi shouted, leaping off the rooftop and rushing towards the formation. Qin Feng and the Third Young Master followed suit. They were met with a fierce rain of arrows and countless whistling axes and spears.

Another bloody battle ensued, this time the three fought side-by-side, charging forward and raising clouds of blood in their wake.

As their strength was greatly depleted, the three young masters and their companions drew ever closer to the south gate, leaving a trail of blood behind them.

This head-on confrontation was too much for Ximen Wudi, who had never fought anyone directly. His strength was also severely depleted; if it weren't for Tiger's Roar, he could have used "Transformation into a Divine Void" to escape. However, without Tiger's Roar, the three young masters would likely have already shredded him to pieces with Dragon's Roar.

After killing thousands more, the three were less than ten feet from the south gate. Ximen Wudi shouted, "Give it your all, and we'll break through!"

The Third Young Master responded, "Alright!" He slowed his movements, waiting until Ximen Wudi was a foot away, his iron wings slaying the Imperial Guards ahead, leaving his back wide open. Suddenly, a spear thrust towards Ximen Wudi's back!

~Chapter Nine, Dragon's Roar and Tiger's Howl, Section Five~

The golden spear thrust out silently, without a trace of spear light; it relied entirely on its own thrust.

Ximen Wudi, a veteran of many battles, possessed an almost instinctive intuition for danger. Just as the golden spear was about to touch his back, his left flank suddenly shifted to intercept it.

However, Ximen Wudi was still a step too slow; just as his left flank was about to touch the spear, the tip had already pierced his heart!

With a deafening clang, the golden spear pierced the Tiger Roar armor in Ximen Wudi's back, creating a deep dent. The Tiger Roar armor itself generated an incredibly powerful counterattack, causing the golden spear to tremble violently.

The shockwave traveled from the spear tip to the butt, numbing the Third Young Master's hands and nearly causing him to lose his grip on the spear. The immense force sent him staggering back seven steps before regaining his footing!

Although the golden spear hadn't completely pierced the Tiger Roar armor, the dent it created was deeply embedded in Ximen Wudi's back.

The armor was completely close-fitting; the deeper it sank, the deeper it penetrated. The immense power contained within the spear tip surged through the armor into Ximen Wudi's body, striking his heart directly from his back!

The force of the spear thrust sent Ximen Wudi flying forward like a kite with a broken string. Although he managed to protect his heart meridian with his true energy at the last moment, his internal organs had already suffered an extremely strong shock, even affecting his heart meridian protected by his true energy.

The Third Young Master's choice to thrust at his back, protected by the Tiger Roar back armor, was deliberate.

Although Ximen Wudi had many exposed areas, his vital points were all protected by his chest armor. While a spear strike to the waist wasn't impossible, the sound of the golden spear piercing the air would be too loud, and Ximen Wudi would definitely notice it sooner.

Moreover, a horizontal sweep at the waist would travel a longer path than a straight thrust, giving Ximen Wudi ample time to defend. Therefore, it was better to directly stab him in the back, using true energy to shock his lungs and heart!

"Pfft..." Ximen Wudi coughed up blood, hissing, "Third Young Master, I respect your heroism..."

The Third Young Master interrupted him, "Fuck your mother, I'm the number one scoundrel in the world!"

Qin Feng nodded, "I strongly agree!" As he spoke, he leaped forward, his finger sword hooking out hundreds of weapons scattered on the ground, raining down on Ximen Wudi's lower body as he continued to fall forward.

Although Ximen Wudi's internal energy was in complete chaos and he couldn't control himself, Tiger Roar was a celestial soldier at his whim. As he fell forward, the Imperial Guards tried to take advantage of the situation, but as soon as they surrounded Ximen Wudi, Tiger Roar slaughtered many of them. At this moment, when the weapons Qin Feng manipulated were fired at him, Tiger Roar's wings spun, deflecting all the weapons.

However, the real killing blow wasn't from the weapons he casually manipulated!

It was from Qin Feng's omnipresent celestial sword!

As Ximen Wudi flew forward, a breeze naturally arose; as Tiger Roar's wings spun to block, an even greater breeze followed. Two three-inch-long, almost transparent sword energies suddenly erupted from Qin Dashao's eyes, tracing the edges of the air ripples created by Tiger Roar's spinning wings, barely avoiding the attack, and slashing at Ximen Wudi's feet.

The sword energies severed the tendons in Ximen Wudi's heels!

At the same time, the Third Young Master attacked again, his golden spear transforming into a dragon, ferociously devouring Ximen Wudi, its tip spitting out a four-zhang-long spear beam, aiming straight for Ximen Wudi's lower body!

"Clang!" Another loud sound rang out. The Tiger Roar Iron Wings blocked the golden spear, and the intense shockwave sent the Third Young Master flying backward again. Meanwhile, Ximen Wudi accelerated forward, and by a twist of fate, he ended up right below the South Gate!

Ximen Wudi's Achilles tendons were severed, rendering him unable to stand. However, he used his powerful inner energy to propel himself up by rapidly flapping the Tiger Roar Wings.

He whirled around, his eyes behind the mask glaring fiercely at the Third Young Master.

The Third Young Master felt a chill run down his spine. He abruptly raised the golden spear, holding it to his face.

A loud clang followed, and the golden spear in the Third Young Master's hand vibrated violently. Blood gushed from his hands, and the spear flew from his grasp. The Third Young Master stumbled back dozens of steps, crashing into the Imperial Guards.

The Third Young Master had blocked Ximen Wudi's "Immortal Execution Sword"!

Qin Feng charged towards Ximen Wudi with incredible speed, his sword flashing as he passed, decapitating the Imperial Guards who surrounded him. Headless bodies rolled across the ground like watermelons.

Ximen Wudi slammed his wings against the city gate, creating a massive hole in the towering structure. Before emerging from the hole, he glared fiercely at Qin Feng.

Another "Immortal Execution Sword" strike!

Qin Feng spun rapidly, unleashing countless sword energies that perfectly protected him. With a series of hissing sounds, the Immortal Execution Sword energy forcefully penetrated Qin Feng's defenses, shattering most of his sword energy. However, Qin Feng's sword energy was inexhaustible; for every shattered energy, another would regenerate, ten shattered energy would regenerate, ensuring his vital points remained intact.

Meanwhile, Ximen Wudi, having already unleashed two Immortal Execution Sword strikes, was further weakened by his internal injuries and could no longer control the sword energy. Eager to escape, and seeing Qin Feng blocked, he dared not linger. He swiftly used the Tiger's Roar Wings to flee out of the city gates and head towards the outside of the Heavenly Saint Palace.

The Imperial Guards on the palace walls unleashed a volley of arrows at Ximen Wudi, but the pair of blood-red iron wings shredded them all.

Without Ximen Wudi's control, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Qi gradually dissipated, finally shattered by Qin Feng's sword energy.

Qin Feng, having exhausted most of his strength in resisting the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Qi, trembled and nearly collapsed to his knees.

Seeing Qin Feng swaying, a large number of Imperial Guards swarmed towards him, ready to chop him to pieces.

Qin Feng forced his way out, a three-foot sword aura emanating from his fingertip, slaying more than ten people before he could no longer continue.

Just as the Imperial Guards were surging towards Qin Feng like a tide, and he was powerless to defend himself, the Third Young Master suddenly rushed over.

Although the golden spear was no longer in his hand, the Dragon Roar Armor itself was a peerless divine weapon covered in deadly weapons. Ten two-foot-long blades sprang from his ten fingers, tearing the Imperial Guards blocking his path to shreds with a frenzied slashing motion.

His cloak billowed wildly behind him, the blood-red cloak like a steel plate, slicing any Imperial Guard who dared approach the Third Young Master into pieces!

The Third Young Master rushed to Qin Feng's side, his claws flashing, the ten blades slicing through the Imperial Guards around Qin Feng, clearing them out.

Suddenly, the golden spear, which had already fallen to the ground, burst forth with dazzling light. With a dragon's roar, the golden spear flew up on its own, shooting towards the Third Young Master. Wherever the golden spear passed, Imperial Guards who couldn't dodge were pierced through.

The Third Young Master caught the golden spear with his right hand, grabbed Qin Feng with his left, and charged towards the city gate. The Imperial Guards on the city wall immediately unleashed a barrage of arrows at the two. The blood-red cloak billowed up above the Third Young Master's head, tripling in size and enveloping him and Qin Feng. Arrows struck the cloak, deflecting them and instead wounding many of the Imperial Guards surrounding them.

The Third Young Master, wielding a golden spear, charged forward, hacking and slashing wildly, using the spear like a broadsword. Wherever the four-zhang-long spear beam passed, Imperial Guards were dismembered, clearing a bloody path ahead.

The Third Young Master, carrying Qin Feng, rushed to the city gate, passing through the large hole created by Wudi's attack at the west gate, crossing the moat, and disappearing into the night.

Chaos erupted on the walls of the Forbidden City. The south gate swung open, and countless Imperial Guards poured out, shouting, in pursuit of the Third Young Master's escape route. However, as soon as the Third Young Master emerged from the city gate, he displayed unparalleled lightness skill. Despite carrying Qin Feng, his speed was far beyond the reach of the Imperial Guards. In no time, the Third Young Master and Qin Feng disappeared from the sight of the Imperial Guards.

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As soon as Ximen Wudi left the city gate, he headed towards Zhuque Street.

Zhuque Street was located south of Tiansheng Palace; after crossing the moat and passing through a long street, it wasn't far.

Ximen Wudi coughed up blood as he fled. Tonight, he had already unleashed three "Immortal Slaughtering Sword" attacks, two of which were forced out after he suffered internal injuries. With his meridians damaged, unleashing these "Immortal Slaughtering Sword Qi," which consumed a great deal of true energy, worsened his internal injuries. Coupled with Qin Feng severing his Achilles tendons, he could barely walk.

Fortunately, Hu Xiao was a celestial soldier with his own consciousness. Seeing his new master seriously injured, he forcibly propelled Ximen Wudi forward with his own strength.

When Ximen Wudi stepped onto the long street leading to Zhuque Street, his legs were completely immobile, and blood splattered along the way, clearly marking his escape route.

Ximen Wudi knew that the Imperial Guards would soon catch up with him based on the bloodstains. However, he was too weak to erase the traces. Looking around, he saw no one on the long street, and the Imperial Guards' torches were still far away. He tore off a corner of his black robe, wrapped it around the wound on his heel, pressed a few acupoints to stop the bleeding, and suppressed the urge to vomit blood. Propelled by Tiger Roar, he staggered and fled along the street.

As he fled, five figures suddenly appeared in front of him, rushing towards him. Judging from their movements alone, it was clear that all five were extremely skilled fighters.

Ximen Wudi's heart pounded. He had no time to escape, and in his haste, he only managed to fold his wings. Without the support of Tiger Roar's wings, Ximen Wudi collapsed to the ground. He lay there, face down, making it impossible to see his face.

At this moment, the leader of the five fighters shouted, "Who's there?" As he spoke, the five drew closer and closer to Ximen Wudi.

Ximen Wudi said in a trembling voice, "I am Hua An, the Grand Tutor of the Crown Prince! Tonight, there was chaos in Tiansheng Palace. I heard that an assassin had entered the palace to carry out an assassination, so I rushed here to investigate. Who knew that as soon as I arrived, I overpowered the assassin and was slashed twice and stabbed once... Who are you heroes ahead? The assassin ran to the north. You don't need to pay attention to me, go and intercept the assassin!"

The leader said in surprise, "So it's Lord Hua! I am Song Wu, the Dragon Roar Lord! How are Lord Hua's injuries? I am quite knowledgeable in medicine, so I've come to treat Lord Hua's wounds!"

As he spoke, Song Wu and the others had already rushed to Ximen Wudi's side.

Song Wu squatted down and reached out to help Ximen Wudi up, but Ximen Wudi suddenly looked up, and the face wearing the Tiger Roar mask immediately startled Song Wu. He was still thinking, "When did Lord Hua put on the Tiger Roar mask?" Before this thought could even finish, Ximen Wudi had already glared at him.

At such close range, even a deity would find it difficult to avoid the sudden attack of the "Immortal-Slaying Sword.

" With a muffled "thud," Song Wu's head exploded into dust. The four members of the Five Friends of Lingnan beside Song Wu, including Qi Yunshan, were shocked to see Song Wu's head explode without warning and cried out in unison, "Old Song!"

The incident was so sudden that even the seasoned veterans of the Five Friends of Lingnan were caught off guard. Before they could even assume a defensive stance, the wings that Ximen Wudi had previously folded open behind him suddenly unfurled like a ghost, swiftly enveloping Qi Yunshan and the other three within their wings.

The iron feathers on the wings rustled, producing a series of hissing sounds, and bursts of blood mist shot out from the gaps in the wings. When the wings retracted, Qi Yunshan and the other three had vanished, leaving only a large pile of still-wriggling, fresh flesh on the ground.

Ximen Wudi sneered and muttered to himself, "As expected, Lord Longyin is not a true martial artist. He has absolutely no experience in the martial world. This is a boon for me!"

The unparalleled general Song Wu, surrounded by four exceptionally skilled bodyguards, died so inexplicably at the hands of Ximen Wudi, along with the lives of four old friends. Having spent half his life fighting on the battlefield, never having traversed the martial world, how could Song Wu know its dangers?

After killing Song Wu and the four friends from Lingnan, Ximen Wudi pushed off with his hands, his body soaring forward. His wings flapped, shaking off the blood and chunks of flesh, then rapidly flapped again, propelling him forward.

Unable to walk, Ximen Wudi propelled himself forward by slapping the ground with his hands. He had unleashed four "Immortal Execution Sword" strikes today, further aggravating his injuries. If not for the help of Tiger Roar, he probably wouldn't have been able to complete this long street before collapsing from exhaustion.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Ximen Wudi arrived at Vermilion Bird Street. He sneaked into the residence of a high-ranking official and vanished without a trace, never to reappear.

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Moments after Ximen Wudi disappeared, the Third Young Master had already brought Qin Feng to the long street where Ximen Wudi had killed Song Wu and the others.

At this time, Qin Feng had recovered some of his strength. Although he could not kill, he could move freely and no longer needed the Third Young Master's support.

The two brothers ran wildly down the street. When they arrived at the place where Song Wu and the others lay dead, the Third Young Master saw a headless corpse and body parts that were clearly more than one person's size soaking in the blood. He couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "How come there are dead people here? And the way these dead people died is the same as the ones Hu Xiao killed?"

Qin Feng said, "Ximen Wudi must have also escaped here. We don't have time to care about these things. There are still a large army chasing us. Let's run!"

The Third Young Master nodded. Just as he was about to run away, he suddenly noticed that the clothes on Song Wu's headless corpse looked very familiar. Upon closer inspection, he found a small purple dragon jade pendant hanging on the corpse's belt. Shocked, the Third Young Master rushed to Song Wu's body, picked up the jade pendant, and saw four small seal characters engraved on it: "The Roar of the Dragon Guardian."

He exclaimed, "It's Lord Song Wu, the Dragon Guardian!"

Qin Feng's heart skipped a beat. He snatched the jade pendant, glanced at it, and his expression changed drastically. "I can't believe... even Lord Song Wu was killed by Ximen Wudi! But it's for the best. Lord Song Wu was loyal to Qin. Now that the emperor has been killed, he will surely investigate this matter thoroughly. If he knew that you and I were involved, wouldn't that be terrible?"

The Third Young Master felt a pang of sadness. Although he had only known Lord Song Wu for a short time, and their meetings were always filled with harsh words and mutual mockery, Lord Song was still Qing'er's father. If Song Qing knew that Lord Song was dead, her already frail health and only three years left to live would make it uncertain whether she could withstand the blow.

However, even if the Third Young Master wanted to collect Song Wu's body, he couldn't do so now. After thinking for

a moment, the Third Young Master used his golden spear to carve a few words next to Song Wu's body: "This is Lord Song of Dragon's Roar." After making a warning so that the Imperial Guards would not desecrate Song Wu's body, the Third Young Master and Qin Feng did not look at Song Wu's body again and quickly ran towards Zhuque Street.

As soon as they stepped onto Suzaku Street, the Third Young Master exclaimed, "Oh no! Ni'er is still in the palace! I have to go and rescue her!"

Qin Feng grabbed the Third Young Master and said, "It's alright. I've already hidden Ni'er in the bushes by the moat outside the North City. Most of the Imperial Guards are concentrated in the South City area right now; no one will be able to find her. Besides, I can only hold her pressure points for three hours. After three hours, the pressure points will release on their own, and she can leave by dawn."

The Third Young Master said, "But what if the Imperial Guards can't find us and end up searching everywhere and find Ni'er? Wouldn't that harm her?"

Qin Feng said, "Don't worry about it. Ni'er carries the Imperial Secret Service's Dragon Talisman. Even if the Imperial Guards catch her, as long as she shows the Dragon Talisman, they won't dare to do anything to her. She's much smarter than you; she knows how to assess the situation and what to say."

The Third Young Master thought about it and felt that Qin Feng's words made a lot of sense. Given Qin Ni'er's status, the Imperial Guards really couldn't do anything to her. Then she could simply claim that she was knocked down in the bushes while discovering and fighting the assassin, and not only would she be blameless, she would even be credited. The Third Young Master stopped insisting and ran deeper into Suzaku Street with Qin Feng.

There wasn't a soul in sight on Suzaku Street; even the Imperial Guards who usually patrolled were out hunting assassins, which benefited the Third Young Master. Just as the two reached the mansion of an official, the gate creaked open, and a slender figure carrying a lantern emerged.

The Third Young Master had already removed his Dragon's Roar sword upon stepping onto Suzaku Street; the sword reverted to its original form, which he wrapped in his robe and carried on his back. Unlike Qin Feng, who wore a black veil, the Third Young Master was immediately seen by the slender figure carrying the lantern.

Seeing the Third Young Master and Qin Feng covered in blood, the person gasped in shock, covering their mouth. The lantern fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and burst into flames.

Both the Third Young Master and Qin Feng were startled, thinking that they would have to kill him to silence him! Before they could make up their minds to kill him, they heard the man say in a trembling voice, "You...you are Qin Ren, the Third Young Master of the Qin family! How could you be like this?"

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