Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 338 Let Strength Speak

The younger generation eventually withdrew.

The two men couldn't glean anything from their conversation, but the imperial court's support kept arriving.

Those martial artists who wanted to take advantage of the chaos were no match for the regular army.

The city guards' battle formation can elevate each person's strength to a higher level. If ten top-tier martial artists form a formation, they are enough to withstand the Seven Sects.

Normally, a single slap from the Seven Sects could send twenty top-tier cultivators flying.

The surrounding enemies were gradually wiped out, and the murderous shouts grew closer and closer.

The mysterious man gave Wei Miao a meaningful look before leading Ji Ming away.

Wei Miao didn't give chase, nor did Xie Zhaohui and Fu Zhouwen.

The former was already at his limit, with less than one-tenth of his Eternal Night power remaining, not to mention that he was surrounded by temporary allies with their own ulterior motives.

She guessed that the mysterious man's mental energy was also nearing its end.

However, both were wary of each other having a trump card that could lead to mutual destruction, so without a firm grasp on the situation, they simply stopped pursuing each other.

After all, there is still a long way to go.

The latter is even less willing to fight.

Having witnessed this battle, they harbored a deep sense of apprehension towards the two.

"Master Supervisor."

Xie Zhaohui lowered his straw hat and calmly nodded to Wei Miao.

Although he appeared to have no external injuries, Ji Ming's supernatural powers were so formidable that they caused his blood and qi to surge.

The goose-feather saber was stained with blood, indicating that Ji Ming had not gotten away with it either.

Wei Miao didn't mind his lukewarm attitude. After all, he had just sided with the court, and regardless of his intentions, he had at least put in real effort.

Furthermore, although he has been away from the Xie family for many years, he is still a member of the Xie family.

It's already good enough if they don't become enemies when they meet.

Xie Zhaohui's gaze fell on her left shoulder, paused for a moment, and then left after a few leaps.

Wei Miao watched his departing figure with a blank expression.

Xie Zhaohui must have considered the possibility of killing her, but after much deliberation, he still left.

"Now that the enemy has been defeated, the rest is up to the Commander."

Fu Zhouwen smiled, his attitude much better than at the beginning.

In the end, strength speaks for itself in this world.

While Wei Miao was busy recovering her Eternal Night power, she responded gently, "Thank you for your help, Sect Master Fu."

Fu Zhouwen sheathed his sword and said, "Although the Grand Supervisor has just entered the Seven Sects Realm, his strength is astonishing. After I have fully recovered, I hope to have the opportunity to spar with the Grand Supervisor on swordsmanship."

Wei Miao: "No problem."

Upon hearing this promise, Fu Zhou immediately took his leave.

Learning by doing things in isolation is no match for exchanging ideas with peers. His swordsmanship hadn't improved in a long time, and Wei Miao's stunning saber skills piqued his interest.

The remaining rebels are still resisting, but it's only a matter of time before they are captured.

Wei Miao blinked her double pupils on her forehead to relieve her fatigue and stinging, and furtively kept watch over the surroundings for her.

Lin Ming was the only one left by her side.

"Master, what's next..."

Lin Ming stepped forward and asked nervously.

Wei Miao tilted his head slightly, and one of her strange double pupils stared intently at him, making his scalp tingle.

He was certain that the Grand Eunuch was seriously injured and at his most vulnerable. If he made any move, he would surely be beheaded.

"Come back to the Secret Ritual Hall with me first." Wei Miao sensed that four or five top-tier martial artists under her command had already freed up their hands and taken positions in the shadows, standing guard.

She glanced around.

Every shop and store was closed; no ordinary person dared to watch the spectacle.

The martial artist's every move was incredibly destructive; many innocent houses were reduced to ruins, and the once bustling streets were now desolate, with the sounds of fighting and shouting still echoing.

Rolling heads, splattered blood, broken weapons... The streets were brightly lit by the torches held by the soldiers. Many armored soldiers swept past, and after forming a formation of three or five, with each rise and fall of their swords, a head would fall to the ground.

The riot will eventually be suppressed by the city guards under the cover of night.

The staff of the Imperial Secretariat and the Astronomical Bureau are gradually withdrawing and being handed over to the city guards.

When they left, they did not forget to take with them the bodies or belongings of their comrades.

Wei Miao had no intention of killing the soldiers; the bloody smell in the air actually cooled her killing intent.

"Walk."

Regardless of whether Lin Ming could keep up, she took the lead and headed towards Dian Miyi's residence.

Traveling quickly.

Upon entering the Dianmiyi Mansion, Wei Miao first appeared to explain the situation before heading into the residence in the backyard.

Sitting on the bench in the bedroom, she finally exhaled a breath of stale air, relaxed her body and mind, and put the Night Cutter into its bone sheath, placing it on the table.

After the adrenaline subsided, waves of pain assaulted her weary spirit.

The secret ritual hall is home to many top-tier martial artists.

After carefully treating her and giving her several instructions, the other person left under her gentle gaze.

“It’s really not easy…”

Wei Miao leaned against the bedside, fighting off her drowsiness as she relived the battle and wondered if she had missed anything.

After this battle, her energy and spirit were nearly exhausted.

She knew she was far from invincible, but the mysterious man's combat power far exceeded her expectations.

It seems to be omnipotent.

Her abilities surpassed hers in every way; her mental strength was so great that she could create illusions; her physical strength was so great that she could engage in close combat; and her swordsmanship was superb.

Fu Zhouwen was absolutely dumbfounded at the time, and didn't even dare to interfere with a single sword strike.

She guessed that the ability, which resembled an illusion, was related to space.

But I also gained a lot.

That stab opened up a new world for her; beneath her feet lay a grand avenue.

Even without relying on a system, one can improve their swordsmanship.

The pleasure derived from self-improvement far surpasses the direct enlightenment from the system.

That night, the Imperial Secretariat and the Astronomical Bureau were brightly lit. The warriors cleaned up the battlefield and took stock of the losses, while the Flying Bird Pavilion worked overtime to process intelligence.

Lin Ming was under the close protection of several top-tier individuals, and Wei Miao entrusted the affairs to the old fox Pan Junyang with peace of mind, and then slept soundly.

Despite the pain, she slept more soundly than usual.

Pan Junyang will inform Gu Fuhui if there is any major situation.

The next morning, Wei Miao went to the study feeling refreshed.

The recovery ability of someone at the Seventh Realm is far beyond that of ordinary people. With the full medical care of a top-tier Yuehe martial artist, after bandaging the wound with burlap and medicine and putting on clothes, he was able to move around normally.

You couldn't tell at all that there was a hole in his left shoulder, with some of the bone and flesh inside crushed into powder.

Last night, when Yuehe and the martial artist were reshaping her body and bones, they glanced at her face every few seconds, because they knew how inhuman the pain was.

The supervisor remained completely unfazed throughout, even managing a comforting smile, which secretly impressed him.

Wei Miao's left hand was tightly wrapped with a thin white cloth, and not a trace of skin could be seen.

Of course, the lingering pain remained, reminding her that this world was full of hidden talents.

If she wants to return to her peak condition, she needs at least ten days of rest. During this time, she cannot engage in strenuous exercise with her left arm, otherwise her left shoulder will be ruined.

On the way, Wei Miao noticed that her subordinates were looking at her with increasing awe, and she realized that yesterday's battle had been spread by eyewitnesses.

The judge in the capital and Pan Junyang were slightly exhausted after a busy night.

They waited respectfully outside the study, and when they saw Wei Miao arrive with a normal expression, they looked at each other and were genuinely happy.

They originally thought they would have to wait a while longer, since the supervisor's condition hadn't been good last night, and the large, dark hole in his left shoulder had startled them.

To everyone's surprise, she was able to get up early and start working.

As expected of the Supervisor.