The First Sage of Military Strategists

Chapter 50 The Yin-Yang Scholar Dies!

Han Qing was still following behind Li Tai, groping his way into the mansion.

Li Tai was filled with murderous intent and hatred, so much so that he didn't care about anything after killing someone, which gave Han Qing the opportunity to loot the corpse.

Of course, Han Qing will also lend a helping hand when Li Tai is in danger.

What he didn't know was that the Yin-Yang Scholar was right in front of them, and the distance between them was rapidly closing.

It wasn't that the Yin-Yang Scholar's ability to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune had failed; rather, from his God-like perspective, the intersection guarded by Han Qing and his group was indeed the weakest point in terms of defense.

This is all thanks to Captain Sun Xiao. While the other captains at the intersections didn't run away, he was the only one who ran away immediately, which created a large gap in the encirclement here.

"That's enough, it'll be dangerous if we go any deeper!" Han Qing followed Li Tai through a door into a spacious courtyard. Several corpses lay on the ground, and the houses next to them were dark, dilapidated, and looked like they hadn't been lived in for a long time.

Just as Han Qing was about to leave, a figure suddenly flipped over from behind a wall in front of him.

He glanced at the man and saw his face clearly. His hair stood on end, and he retreated in a flash.

"The Yin-Yang Scholar!"

He couldn't be mistaken for that iconic long face; he'd seen it countless times in other people's fragmented memories.

Moreover, the Yin-Yang Scholar has a unique temperament. Although he is a man, he also has a faint feminine aura that others cannot fake.

The Yin-Yang Scholar glanced around and noticed Han Qing and the others, but didn't take them seriously.

He is seriously injured, bleeding profusely, and his body is growing weaker. He needs to find a place to heal and stop the bleeding as soon as possible, otherwise, even if he is physically strong, he will not be able to withstand it.

Just as he was about to leave, a loud shout suddenly came from the side.

"kill!"

"Die!"

Li Tai roared, his face covered in blood, and charged at him with his knife.

Under the cover of night, Li Tai had no idea that this person was the Yin-Yang Scholar. Although he vaguely felt that the face was somewhat similar, he did not think that he could happen to run into the other party in this chaotic situation.

He mistook him for an ordinary Yin-Yang Sect member, but his heart was filled with hatred and he didn't want to let any enemy who passed by go. So he didn't hesitate and made his move immediately.

"court death!"

With a low shout, the Yin-Yang Scholar swung his sword, and with a clang, the two steel blades clashed together.

Li Tai was no match for him. A tremendous force surged forth, knocking the knife out of Li Tai's hand. He himself was also propelled backward more than ten steps by this force before crashing to the ground.

The Yin-Yang Scholar wanted to take a step forward and kill him, but suddenly felt a pain in his chest and spat out a large amount of blood, making his face even paler.

"Oh no! This injury is too severe; my current physical condition is not suitable for me to fight again!"

The Yin-Yang Scholar was not a merciful person. If his injuries had been even slightly minor, and Li Tai had dared to offend him like this, he would have undoubtedly struck with lightning speed and killed everyone in front of him.

"go!"

The Yin-Yang Scholar turned to leave, but unexpectedly another figure blocked his way.

"You dare hit my elder brother! I'll smash you to death!" Mu Dachun roared, hugging the thick jujube wood pillar with both arms, and suddenly exerted his strength, swinging it straight at the Yin-Yang Scholar, bringing with it a whistling gust of wind.

The Yin-Yang Scholar's face twitched; he was also stunned by Mu Dachun's physique and fierce aura.

He dared not fight back, fearing that his wounds would be aggravated, leading to massive blood loss and death.

So he moved his feet, his figure flashed backward, narrowly dodging the blow, and immediately activated the Yin-Yang Dao Refining Divine Technique.

"Drawing upon the power of the stars to confuse the five senses!"

With a thought, a surge of magical energy emerged from the temple, splitting into several streams that invaded the bodies of Mu Dahong, Han Qing, Li Tai, and seven or eight other people around him.

In an instant, Mu Dachun's vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground. Li Tai and the others also lost consciousness, except for Han Qing, who did not immediately faint.

"This is an illusion!"

In an instant, Han Qing found himself on a vast plain, with a boundless starry sky above him, where countless stars flickered and swirled rapidly in a vortex.

Han Qing's eyes were involuntarily drawn to it, to the point that she felt a strong sense of dizziness and couldn't help but feel like vomiting.

Fortunately, he was also a practitioner of military arts and spiritual cultivation, and he immediately activated his spiritual power, visualizing the black-armored warrior in his mind.

In an instant, in the void of his mind, the magic thought transformed into that black-armored warrior, who suddenly let out a silent roar.

The starry illusion shattered suddenly, and Han Qing instantly returned to reality, feeling a wave of fear wash over him.

This is a clash of mental power. Although there is no direct confrontation, the loser will be trapped in the illusion, while the winner can escape.

In that instant, he could feel the Yin-Yang Scholar's magical intent rampaging through his body, even attempting to invade the Spirit Temple, but it was dispelled by his own magical intent.

"Huh? You didn't faint? You're a Spirit Refiner!" Just as the Yin-Yang Scholar was about to leave, he suddenly noticed that of the seven people present, the other six who had fallen to the ground immediately after being hit by his illusion, only one young man swayed a few times before suddenly straightening up.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind. He remembered that a young man from the government office had once bought a jade pendant from a pawnshop, and that the jade pendant contained a supreme method of refining the spirit.

"Could it be you? You took that jade pendant and became a Refiner of the Gods!"

The Yin-Yang Scholar stared intently at Han Qing, his eyes flashing with greed and cruelty.

He couldn't be completely sure, but he preferred to kill the innocent rather than let the guilty go free.

How much skill could such a young man possess? It's nothing more than a single slash. Even if he kills the wrong person, he won't feel any remorse.

Han Qing intended to leave, but he did not expect that the Yin-Yang Scholar had his eye on him, and what the other party said aroused a strong killing intent in Han Qing's heart.

The jade pendant is one of his greatest secrets. If the Yin-Yang Scholar discovers this secret, he must not be allowed to leave, otherwise, there will be endless trouble in the future.

"Can I win? He seems to be badly injured!" Han Qing held his hands, his body tense, and stared coldly at the Yin Yang Scholar. He saw that the scholar's face was pale and he was panting heavily, clearly indicating that he was badly injured.

Without a moment's hesitation, the Yin-Yang Scholar attacked, brandishing his sword and lunging at him.

A cold glint flashed in Han Qing's eyes as he silently activated the Ceasefire Sutra. Strands of murderous aura condensed on the weapon, turning it pitch black and blending it into the night.

"cut!"

As the two figures rapidly approached, Han Qing flashed forward and suddenly drew his sword.

With the support of the Limit-Breaking Hundred-Crack Blade, the blade slashed forward at lightning speed, accompanied by a whistling sound, fiercely striking the Yin-Yang Scholar.

The two swords collided violently in mid-air with a clang. The sword in the Yin-Yang Scholar's hand was cut in half, and the blade then slashed down, severing one of his arms.

"Demon Blade!"

The Yin-Yang Scholar's pupils contracted as excruciating pain overwhelmed him like a tsunami, and he quickly retreated.

But Han Qing, having gained the upper hand, was not one to let go of this golden opportunity. He pressed forward step by step, his blade flashing continuously, forming a net that enveloped the Yin-Yang Scholar.

The Yin-Yang Scholar thought he could easily escape because of his agile movements, but he didn't expect Han Qing's blade to be so sharp that it completely blocked his space to dodge left and right.

"Perfect Hundred-Crack Blade!"

The scholar was greatly shocked. How many people in such a large government office possessed such swordsmanship? How could such a young man be so skilled?
Although he had heard that the yamen had produced a martial arts prodigy, he had never paid much attention to it, thinking that the genius of Baiyun County was not worth mentioning in the world.

Only then did he realize that he had made a grave mistake.

When he was forced to retreat step by step, his body was finally pressed against a wall, with nowhere left to go.

With a flash of cold light, Han Qing's blade slashed his neck, and in an instant, blood shot into the sky, and his head fell to the ground.

The Yin-Yang Scholar is dead!
(End of this chapter)