Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Thirty li west of the capital

Luofeng Villa.

This place was once a summer retreat and entertainment area for members of the royal family.

Now, that magnificent vermilion gate has been reduced to a pile of wood chips.

On the white marble steps, the corpses of over a hundred imperial guards lay scattered about.

Blood flowed down the cracks in the stone steps, pooling into dark red puddles in the mud below.

Zhao Wu hid behind the three-story steel tower shield, staring intently at the front yard.

The blade of the hundred-refined steel knife in his hand had several chips the size of soybeans, and the handle was soaked with sweat and blood, making it slippery.

Five thousand elite imperial guards surrounded the area like an iron barrel.

I originally thought they were here to bask in the glory.

It turns out that these Xia family assassins are all mad dogs!

In the open space in the front yard, more than three hundred shirtless men were crammed together.

There was no armor, no spear.

Each person's body, from neck to thigh, was densely covered with black gunpowder wrapped in oilcloth.

A rough estimate suggests that these people were carrying no less than three thousand pounds of explosives!

They held more than three hundred fuses in their hands, with the tinderbox dangling beside them.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of nitrates and the acidic smell of human sweat.

At the very front of the suicide squad was a bald man with a scarred face.

The man had a specially made explosive pack the size of a watermelon strapped to his chest, and he was holding a smoldering fuse in his hand, yelling and cursing.

"Zhao Wu! You treacherous, servile lackey!"

Scarface spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground.

"Go ahead and send your men one step forward! These three hundred of my brothers will take all five thousand of your Imperial Guards with them today!"

"Though the Great Xia Dynasty has fallen, the spirit of the Xia family remains! Come on! Let's perish together!"

Zhao Wu was so angry that his teeth itched, and the flesh on his cheeks bulged.

He dared not give the order.

If three thousand catties of gunpowder were to explode in this closed mountain villa courtyard, not to mention these three hundred assassins, his five thousand Imperial Guard vanguard would at least be wiped out!

With the establishment of the Great Qian Dynasty, this was the time for him, as the commander of the Imperial Guards, to prove himself.

If they wipe out a few hundred remnants of the rebels, but lose several thousand elite troops, the new emperor will probably tear him apart alive!

"Commander..."

The lieutenant next to him wiped the soot off his face, leaned closer, and lowered his voice.

"How about we call in the crossbowmen and shoot them all down with a hail of arrows?"

Zhao Wu suddenly turned his head and slapped the deputy general's helmet with his backhand.

when!

"Is your brain filled with swill?!"

Zhao Wu roared in a low voice.

"Three hundred men! Can you guarantee a single volley will kill them all? If even one survivor lights the fuse, we won't even have a proper corpse left!"

The lieutenant covered his head and shrank behind his shield, not daring to utter a sound.

deadlock.

A complete dead end.

Zhao Wujin dared not advance, yet retreating would leave him unable to explain himself; in his anxiety, his armor was soaked with sweat.

Thousands of meters in the air.

Above the clouds.

Lin Mo stood with his hands behind his back, his feet treading on the void, looking down at the farce unfolding below.

Three hundred suicide soldiers strapped with explosives.

Five thousand regular troops who dared not attack rashly.

This situation is indeed a dead end for ordinary troops.

But considering Lin Mo's current cultivation level...

A wisp of chaotic true essence was casually released.

That would be enough to grind those three hundred suicide soldiers, along with their explosives, into mincemeat.

Not even a spark could be ignited.

But he didn't intend to do it himself.

As the ruler of the Great Qian Dynasty, if he has to do everything himself, then what is the point of having subordinates?

What's more, the special unit that was just revealed last night is a good opportunity to give it a try.

Lin Mo had an idea, and the system space was activated.

The dark red orb of light still hovered in the void, exuding a chilling, bloody aura.

Special Unit - Phoenix Shadow Guard

Lin Mo's thoughts transformed into an invisible hand, which clenched tightly.

Click.

The sphere of light shattered.

A shower of dark red light burst forth from the system space and crashed directly into the void behind Lin Mo.

The clouds churned violently.

ripples of fiery red spread through the air.

There was no sound, nor any earth-shattering phenomenon.

One after another, tall figures emerged from the distorted void.

Three thousand people.

Three thousand Phoenix Shadow Female Guards silently arrayed themselves in mid-air behind Lin Mo.

The black, tight-fitting nightsuit accentuated her incredibly muscular figure.

A burning dark red flame is embroidered on the left shoulder.

A black mask covered half of her face, obscuring the upper half and revealing only her tightly pursed red lips.

Two dark red short curved knives were tucked into his waistband.

Three thousand Foundation Establishment stage cultivators!

Their breathing rates were perfectly synchronized, and even their heartbeats were masked by some kind of profound formation.

They stood together, yet not a sound was heard.

A born assassin.

Lin Mo turned around and looked at this armed force that was absolutely loyal to him.

At the very front of the group, a figure taller and more alluring than the other female guards slowly emerged from the crowd.

She was not wearing a mask.

Her features were exquisitely delicate, with a beauty mark at the corner of her eye, and her long, dark red hair flew wildly in the wind.

She walked up to Lin Mo and knelt on one knee in mid-air.

Head bowed.

"Red Lotus, Commander of the Phoenix Hidden Guards, greets her master."

His voice was cold and clear, like pearls falling onto a plate, devoid of any emotion.

Lin Mo's gaze fell on her.

A light blue transparent panel popped up.

Name: Honglian

[Race: Phoenix Bloodline]

[Identity: Commander of the Phoenix Hidden Guard]

[Cultivation Level: Great Perfection of the Golden Core Stage]

Appearance rating: 97

[Talents: Crimson Lotus Karmic Flame (burns the soul), Void Assassination Technique (conceals a space)]

Loyalty: 100 (Die-hard)

The Golden Core stage has reached its peak.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

In this mortal world where there isn't even a Qi Refining stage, releasing an assassin leader at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage is like using an anti-aircraft gun to kill a mosquito.

However, what we want is this absolute crushing victory.

Lin Mo's gaze passed over the red lotus and fell on the scarred-faced assassin who was still shouting below.

"Did you see those guys strapping on the explosives down there?"

Honglian followed Lin Mo's gaze, her tone completely flat.

"I saw it."

Lin Mo's voice was calm.

"The gunpowder must not explode. Kill all the people."

Honglian stood up.

His right hand rested on the hilt of the dark red curved sword at his waist.

"Yes, ma'am."

The moment the words fell.

Honglian and her three thousand female guards vanished into thin air.

Not even a trace remained.

Front yard of Luofeng Villa.

Scarface shouted until his throat was hoarse, but the Imperial Guards on the other side still cowered behind their turtle shells.

He shook the tinder in his hand with some irritation.

"Zhao Wu! Are you going to fight or not?! If not, get the hell out of the manor!"

Zhao Wu hid behind his shield, gritting his teeth and swallowing his anger.

Just as Scarface was about to continue his tirade...

A gentle breeze blew by.

Scarface suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

He instinctively reached out to touch it, but his gaze began to uncontrollably dart around.

He saw the gray sky and the dilapidated eaves of the mountain villa.

Finally, I saw a headless body standing stiffly in place.

His body was strapped with explosives, and he was holding a fuse in his hand.

Was that me?

This was the last thought that flashed through Scarface's mind.

thump.

Scarface's head rolled to the ground.

Fresh blood gushed out of the headless corpse's cavity like a fountain.

The more than three hundred assassins standing behind Scarface didn't even have time to react.

Dark red scimitars suddenly emerged from the void.

The blade flashed.

More than three hundred heads shot into the sky almost simultaneously!

There were no screams.

There was no explosion.

Only the "splatter" sound of blood spurting out.

More than three hundred headless corpses lay side by side in pools of blood, not even a spark of gunpowder touching their bodies.

Beside these corpses lay more than three hundred neatly cut tinder sticks.

The flame struggled for a moment in the blood before going out completely.

Dead silence.

The entire Luofeng Manor fell into a deathly silence.

Zhao Wu watched this scene through the gap in the shield, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

His legs gave way and he collapsed onto his buttocks in the muddy water.