Dream of the Red Chamber: After being exiled, I went on a killing spree in Liaodong.

"What happened?"

"How can Jia Yi still stand up?! I stuffed three hundred spear tips into that pit! Is he made of iron?!"

The leader of the group, dressed in black, nearly coughed up blood; his face contorted in pain.

"This...this is impossible!"

The younger brother next to him rubbed his eyes, his voice trembling, "We were so well prepared, shouldn't he be riddled with holes if he fell in?"

But reality is right in front of us—

Jia Yi stood ramrod straight, his robes undamaged, not even a single strand of hair disheveled.

With the Golden Bell Shield protecting me, these mere traps are nothing more than a tickle.

"You...you're asking for it."

Jia Yi sneered, his eyes sharp as knives.

With a thought, the system space suddenly opened—

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade, appear!

The moment the sword was drawn, it seemed as if a dragon's roar echoed through the heavens and earth!

With one step, his murderous aura soared to the sky!

[Ding! The host has single-handedly charged into battle against a thousand enemy soldiers, activating the hidden character—the business genius Shen Wansan!]

"Go! He's only one person! We're a thousand against one, our chances of winning are 1000!"

The group of men in black roared and pressed forward again.

Outnumbered, psychologically superior—everything was on their side!

In their eyes, no matter how fierce Jia Yi was, he was still just an ordinary person.

One person can kill a hundred? That's understandable.

A thousand? That's just a legend!

As long as he is killed, all the gold, beauties, high-ranking positions, and generous salaries promised by King Zhongshun will be yours!

"Come on—!"

Jia Yi roared to the sky, his Azure Dragon Blade dancing into a whirlwind of death!

He unleashed all thirty-six styles of Guan Gong's sword techniques!

Wherever the blade flashed, limbs flew off, and the man in black couldn't even get close!

Within two meters, it's a death zone!

Fifty or forty corpses were piled up like a mountain, yet Jia Yi was not stained with a single drop of blood.

If it weren't for the corpses scattered all over the ground, who would believe that this was a demon who had just slaughtered dozens of people?

"I...lost?"

The leader in black was so weak in the knees that his legs went weak.

I was full of confidence just a moment ago, but now I just feel a chill run down my spine.

Watching his men being hacked apart like watermelons, he finally understood—

The reason the guards of the Prince's mansion were beaten to a pulp by Jia Yi back then wasn't because they were weak...

This guy isn't human at all!

And at this moment—

Inside the Prince Zhongshun's residence, the lights were on full display.

A smile played on the corners of King Chungshun's lips as he walked with a light step, as if he were treading on clouds.

As they walked along, the servants were all shocked: this master had been confined to his quarters by the retired emperor for many years, when had they ever seen him laugh so heartily?

"Good son! This is a wonderful occasion!"

He kicked open the door and rushed in with a beaming smile.

Inside the room, Chen Ze was lying limply on the bed, looking utterly hopeless.

The Crown Princess bent down to apply medicine to his face—his face was still swollen and looked like a pig's head.

"Father... I am suffering every day now."

Chen Ze gritted his teeth, "Unless... Jia Yi is dead."

"you say……"

Just as King Zhongshun was about to speak, he noticed his daughter-in-law was present, and his face darkened.

"You may step aside. I have important matters to discuss with the Crown Prince."

The Crown Princess lowered her eyes, turned and left.

He sneered inwardly: You father and son have "important business"? The sun must have risen in the west.

The door closed, and Prince Chungshun plopped down on the edge of the bed, making the bed creak.

He leaned closer to Chen Ze and lowered his voice:

"Son, Jia Yi... has left the city."

"I have already dispatched a thousand elite guards from my palace to ambush and kill Jia Yi on the way."

"His head should be delivered to my desk in no time."

King Chungshun grinned maliciously, clenched his fist tightly, and swung it fiercely in the air, as if he could already see the head rolling to the ground.

"Father...really?" Chen Ze's heart pounded wildly, the burning pain on his face subsided, and he almost jumped up. "That Jia fellow, is he finally finished?"

"Of course!" King Chungshun chuckled, his eyes narrowed, his tone certain. "By now, their corpses are probably all cold."

But he didn't know that the area outside the city had already become a battlefield.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The blade flashed like snow, and blood sprayed everywhere.

Jia Yi stood alone amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, countless black-clad bodies lying at his feet, limbs and severed heads scattered everywhere. He was panting heavily, his shoulders swaying slightly, as if he were about to collapse from exhaustion.

But those eyes were as cold as the iron of the North.

He deliberately feigned weakness.

The goal is to get these idiots a little closer—and a little more insane.

In truth, he could summon the elite cavalry from the system at any moment; a single charge would wipe out the entire battlefield. But he didn't move. He had to save his trump card for the very last moment before drawing his blade.

"Brothers! Hold on! Jia Yi is about to die!"

The leader of the black-clad assassins suddenly had bloodshot eyes, his voice hoarse and filled with wild joy, "Look at him! He's no longer the legendary war god who repelled 100,000 Jin troops; he's just a useless coward putting on a brave face!"

He grinned sneer, "Jia Yi! You thought you were so capable? How come you can't even hold a knife properly?"

He chuckled to himself: This fool is really easily provoked; he's about to collapse. My credit is in the bag!

He was completely unaware that the corpses lying haphazardly at his feet had piled up into a small mountain.

"Oh."

Jia Yi's lips curled slightly, but he sneered inwardly.

You want to act? Sure.

Then I'll stay with you and play this play to its final chapter.

He staggered, as if he couldn't hold on any longer, the tip of the knife touching the ground.

Upon seeing this, the leader in black was overjoyed and roared, "Kill—whoever slays Jia Yi, I will personally petition the Prince for the reward! Ten thousand taels of gold, a noble title, and land grants—a meteoric rise to power!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly froze.

Oops! I let it slip!

But then I thought—what good would it do to know when someone is about to die?

When Jia Yi heard the word "Your Highness," his eyes suddenly turned cold.

In the entire capital, the only one who dares to touch me, and has the guts to do so, is Prince Zhongshun!

Ok.

well.

Since you've come to us, let's settle this score slowly.

The next moment—

He moved.

There was no roar, no warning.

His whole being was like a tiger unleashed from its cage, or like thunder splitting the sky!

In his hand, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade transformed into a deadly arc; wherever the blade passed, necks were severed and heads flew off!

One slash, and two men fall.

Three steps, and five heads are airborne!

Those men in black, still basking in the thought of "imminent victory," hadn't even realized what was happening when their companions fell silently one by one.

The air was thick with the smell of blood.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a thousand men surrounded and killed them, leaving only a dozen or so trembling on the ground, too afraid to even flee.

The leader of the black-clad figures stared blankly at Jia Yi, who was covered in blood yet whose robes were intact and boots were clean. His throat trembled as he asked, "Are you... are you even human?"

What do you think?

Jia Yi slowly raised his knife, a chilling smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

The air condensed.

The next second, the remaining men in black all drew their knives and slit their throats to commit suicide.

Only the leader remained, slumped on the ground, his crotch soaked with sweat.

"Lord Jia...Lord Jia!" His voice trembled, a last glimmer of hope burning in his eyes. "I know who sent me! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! I just beg you...spare my life!"

Jia Yi lowered his eyes and gave him a cold glance.

"When you killed my personal guards, did you ask them if they wanted to live?"

"Now, is it your turn to beg for mercy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold glint appeared!

He hurled the Green Dragon Crescent Blade with ferocity—like a spear piercing the sun, tearing through the air!

"laugh!"

The blade pierced through the black-clad leader's chest, pinning him firmly to the ground. His limbs twitched, his eyes bulged, and he died with his eyes wide open.

The battlefield fell silent.

Jia Yi slowly walked to the side of his fallen personal guard.