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Chapter 152 Ambush from Ten Sides
Yazi!

The general stared intently at those two words, completely ignoring his beloved pet's unseeing, lifeless eyes.

After a long while, he picked up the tiger's head and carefully examined the knife wound on its neck.

"Such a fast knife..."

One strike and he was dead. Chewing Dragon had absolutely no power to resist, not even the slightest movement to turn his head.

Swift as thunder, fast as lightning.

That intense sword intent not only severed the head of the chewing dragon, but also shattered its demonic soul in an instant.

A series of figures flashed through the general's mind, but he rejected them all, finally settling on a young face.

That was Zhou Sheng's face.

But he shook his head. Based on his previous encounter with Zhou Sheng, although the opponent's swordsmanship was not bad, it was far from reaching this level.

It shouldn't be him.

Under the astonished gazes of his subordinates, the general lifted the tiger's head and actually licked a mouthful of blood from its neck.

The next moment, those crimson pupils suddenly opened, revealing intense excitement.

That's right, it's the aura of Yazi!
The general instantly transformed into a gust of demonic wind and rushed out of the mansion, only to find it completely empty.

However, he was not disappointed. Instead, he revealed a smile of excitement and bloodlust, slowly closed his eyes, mobilized the power of the Tiger God, and carefully felt every wisp of breeze and every grain of dust.

The Tiger God was once a great demon guarding the dragon vein, and it was very familiar with the aura of the dragon vein. If the distance was not far, it could even vaguely sense the location.

So when Ya Zi appeared a few days ago, he sensed something and began searching everywhere.

Unfortunately, Ya Zi must have found a master later on, and if the other party doesn't use Ya Zi, he will no longer be able to sense any clues.

Soon, a faint aura appeared from afar.

Without any hesitation, the general transformed into a whirlwind and rushed towards that direction. A moment later, he saw a figure.

It was a man with black hair and a black robe, wearing a Yazi mask and a ring-pommel sword at his waist. He was standing on a rooftop, seemingly admiring the moon quietly.

The general's gaze immediately fell on the ring-pommel sword at the man's waist.

The yazaki at the entrance of his mouth greatly excited him.

"General... seems to really like my sword?"

Zhou Sheng spoke slowly, his voice deep and muffled like thunder.

Those slender fingers gripped the hilt tightly, slowly drawing out the ring-pommel sword. The gleaming blade shone faintly in the moonlight, like autumn water.

Those wisps of pale golden dragon patterns flowed slowly like swimming dragons, exhaling a mystical aura.

Even from a distance of a hundred feet, the general could feel the terrifying sharpness of that blade.

"This is not your knife."

The general's gaze was fixed on the knife, his excitement mixed with a hint of reminiscence.

"Yazi is far too weak in your hands. Back when it was in Li Zicheng's hands, at its peak it could even cut down heavenly lightning. Now, its brilliance is obscured, and it is pitifully weak."

He paused, then said coldly, "I don't know who you are, but... hand over Ya Zi, and you can leave Xiao Fengdu alive tonight."

What if I say no?

The general slowly drew his Dragon-Swallowing Blade, his crimson eyes blazing with ferocity, and said, word by word, "Then I, the general, will take it myself."

"Then I'll give it to you."

Zhou Sheng suddenly smiled and tossed the ring-pommel sword to him with a clang.

clang!
The general reached out and gripped the blade, sparks flying from his gauntlet, the tip of the blade only an inch from the mask of the officer in charge.

His eyes gleamed with a crimson light, as if he were extremely excited. However, in the next moment, the ring-pommel sword instantly transformed into Geng metal Qi and flew back into Zhou Sheng's hand, becoming the blade.

"Even if I gave it to you, you wouldn't be of any use to it."

Zhou Sheng's voice carried a hint of sarcasm as he laughed, "Yazi doesn't even look at you."

Drops of blood fell, then dissipated as yin energy.

The general's hands were wounded; his sturdy gauntlets had been pierced by the blade. A fierce glint appeared in his eyes again, his blood-red cloak billowed, and an extremely terrifying and ferocious aura shot straight into the sky, accompanied by howling demonic winds that swept across the heavens.

The Dragon-Swallowing Blade, like a streak of crimson lightning, illuminated the night sky in an instant.

Boom!

As the crescent-shaped blade flashed, the tall building was cleaved in two, the cut as smooth as a mirror, and it only slowly fell down after several breaths.

However, Zhou Sheng had already leaped up before the blade flashed, soaring more than ten feet into the air, moving like a rabbit and agile as a flying eagle.

However, he did not see the general.

The General is... up there?!

He turned and drew his sword, and sure enough, he saw a figure fall from the night sky like a shooting star under the full moon. The sword rang out like a dragon's roar, and the sword light was even more dazzling than the moonlight.

At that moment, even the enormous full moon seemed to become a mere backdrop to that figure.

clang!!!
Zhou Sheng raised his sword to parry, but amidst the raging torrent of sword energy, his body crashed into the ground like a cannonball. Shards of rock flew everywhere, and terrifying cracks meandered out, forming an underground sinkhole.

This blow was truly like Mount Tai pressing down, or a meteorite falling to the ground.

The general hesitated for a moment, because he seemed to have seen the other party's body disappear the instant he was hit on the ground.

"Earth-遁术?"

The general's pupils narrowed slightly. With the help of demonic power, he sensed a figure quietly escaping from the depths of the ground.

"Found you, little mouse..."

The Dragon-Swallowing Blade swung again, hurling itself in one direction and embedding itself deeply into the ground. Its blade energy pierced through the surface and penetrated nearly a hundred feet underground, instantly turning even the hard granite into dust.

Unfortunately, he missed his chance to meet Zhou Sheng.

The superior escape techniques of Longhu Mountain were fully revealed at this moment.

Whoosh!
The general flashed and drew his sword, chasing after the enemy in another direction, occasionally slashing down with his sword, leaving terrifying blade marks on the ground.

But each strike was slightly off. Zhou Sheng was like a small boat in a stormy sea, seemingly in grave danger, yet always managing to escape unscathed.

The general's blade grew faster and faster, and Zhou Sheng's escape speed also increased. The two, one fleeing and the other chasing, quickly traveled more than ten miles, wandering around until they finally arrived at a certain place.

Zhou Sheng burst out of the ground, dusted himself off, and waved his hand, saying, "Stop, we're not fighting anymore."

But the general didn't waste any words. He brought down the Dragon-Swallowing Blade, and the whistling wind even blew away the wooden hairpin that held Zhou Sheng's hair back.

Zhou Sheng smiled slightly, neither blocking nor dodging, and just watched quietly.

The next moment, the Dragon-Swallowing Blade suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Thin spider silk threads, as delicate as cicada wings, shimmered faintly in the moonlight, gleaming with a cold light.

The general's sword, hands, and armor were all encased in spider silk, the dense strands weaving into an invisible net.

It turned out that thousands of spider silk threads had been laid out in advance here. Each spider silk thread was almost transparent, only one-tenth the thickness of a human hair, as fine as a cow's hair.

Under the moonlight, a giant eight-legged spider, several meters tall, slowly crawled out of the building, its eight eyes fixed on the prey trapped in its web.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of gongs and drums resounded like raindrops.

Three figures stepped out from the ruins of the Juxian Tower, joining Zhou Sheng and the Spider Demon to subtly surround the Great General.

"Women of heroines and heroines, surpassing even men—unparalleled in the world!"

With phoenix banners waving and pheasant feathers fluttering, she strides forward, spear in hand, playing the role of Mu Guiying from the Yang Family Women Generals.

On the other side, Guan Yu, dressed in green robes and golden armor, stepped forward. Although he did not utter a word, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand rang out under the moonlight.

The last one was Yu Zhensheng. He also changed into a mask and a theatrical robe, with a cinnabar mark between his eyebrows, which was the third eye of the Horse King.

What he held in his hand was none other than the golden spear that had been passed down for thousands of years in the Yinxi lineage.

This play is called Ambush from Ten Sides.

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