This son-in-law is wicked in a good way!

Suzaku Street.

A group of night watchmen escorted Sun Xing, who was wearing shackles, and three members of the White Lotus sect to the Dali Temple.

At the forefront, Silver Guard Zhao Qianshan rode a tall horse, vigilantly observing his surroundings.

Wang Qisheng and Zhou Weidong were responsible for covering the rear, their hands on the hilts of their knives, their bodies slightly hunched, always ready to be in the best position for attack.

"Old Wang, it's almost noon. Do you think someone might try to break us out of prison?" Zhou Weidong muttered to himself.

"I don't know, it depends on how accurate Zhang Ping'an's guess is." Wang Qisheng's eyes gleamed, but he also had some worries in his heart.

Suddenly, a short crossbow, with a sharp whistle, shot towards Zhao Qianshan's throat as he rode on horseback.

"Enemy attack!"

choke!

Zhao Qianshan instantly drew his long sword, cleaved the crossbow bolt in two, and shouted a warning.

Cough cough cough...

The sound of swords being drawn rang out one after another, and a dozen night watchmen immediately surrounded the prisoners, assuming a defensive stance.

"Protect the prisoner!"

Wang Qisheng shouted loudly, warily scanning his surroundings.

Suddenly, more than a dozen masked men dressed in black leaped out from the rooftops on both sides of the street. Before they were even in mid-air, their hidden arrows had already been fired.

Ding ding ding ding!

With a sharp clang of metal, two Night's Watchmen were shot in the chest, immediately convulsing and collapsing to the ground.

"The arrows are poisoned, everyone be careful!"

Zhou Weidong cursed angrily, rolled on the ground, and raised his broadsword to slash at the nearest man in black.

On the other side, Wang Qisheng and his group had already engaged in combat with the men in black.

The melee begins.

Zhao Qianshan was forced off his horse by the middle-aged man in white with a single sword strike. Despite his seemingly clumsy, short and stout build, he was incredibly agile at that moment.

After jumping off his horse, he rolled on the spot, turned around, and with one hand holding the knife, delivered a powerful split-hit blow to Mr. Yao.

Mr. Yao snorted coldly, seemingly disdainful. With a flick of his longsword, Zhao Qianshan felt a powerful force strike him, almost knocking the broadsword out of his hand.

"Peak of internal energy!"

He cried out in alarm, realizing he was outmatched, and immediately shouted for help: "Boss!"

Just as Mr. Yao was about to kill Zhao Qianshan with a single sword strike, he suddenly felt a tremendous crisis approaching from behind.

Without a second thought, he turned around and slashed diagonally with his sword, as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

clang!

A huge black sword was smashed onto Mr. Yao's sword as if it were a long knife.

The powerful true energy sent several people fighting around them flying.

Mr. Yao was also shocked and took three or four steps back, frowning as he looked at the woman in front of him who was a head taller than him.

"Golden Guard!"

The newcomer was none other than Gu Hanshuang, a golden guard from Qingshan Hall.

"Hmph, even if they are Jin Wei, what can they do to this old man?"

Mr. Yao gave a cold laugh, clearly very confident in his abilities.

Gu Hanshuang remained expressionless, raised the large black sword with both hands, and swung it forcefully at Mr. Yao.

"snort!"

Mr. Yao stamped his foot and thrust out his sword. The long sword was like a snake spitting its tongue, and its momentum was unpredictable. It directly dismantled Gu Hanshuang's offensive and forced her to return the sword to save herself.

"You two, how long are you planning to keep watching?"

Gu Hanshuang struggled to resist Mr. Yao's attacks, then suddenly shouted angrily.

"Ha ha!"

"Little Shuangshuang, why are you getting so angry!"

With a loud laugh, a person flew out of the nearby attic and landed to Mr. Yao's left.

This man was in his thirties, tall, dressed in a golden bird-patterned robe, holding a folding fan, and quite handsome.

Mr. Yao frowned: "Another Jin Wei!"

His strength is above Gu Hanshuang's, but he would have some difficulty dealing with two Golden Guards.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the wooden door on the other side of the street was violently flung open, and a man as imposing as an iron tower rushed out.

He carried no weapon, but his fists, as big as earthenware pots, were covered with black iron gauntlets that seemed to possess an indestructible sharpness.

"I've been holding back for so long, I can finally have some fun!"

Mr. Yao's expression changed drastically; it was yet another night watchman, Jin Wei.

"Oh no, this is a conspiracy!"

He immediately realized what was happening.

The Night's Watch consists of eight Gold Guards, all of whom are top-notch fighters.

They spend most of their time on missions, so it's impossible for them to encounter three at once.

Unless it was pre-arranged.

Mr. Yao immediately shouted, "We've fallen for their trap! Retreat!"

His voice was projected using internal force, ensuring that everyone could hear it.

Upon hearing this, the man in black immediately lost his will to fight. He forced his opponent back with a single move and then used his lightness skill to fly to the rooftops on either side, preparing to escape.

Unfortunately, what awaited them was a hail of arrows.

The Night's Watch had already laid a tight net along this route.

Seeing the fleeing men in black being riddled with bullets, Mr. Yao immediately realized that they would likely have a hard time escaping today.

"Since we can't go on our own, let's take a few with us. At least we'll have company on the road to the underworld."

He laughed loudly, his body moving like a ghost, his long sword thrusting straight at Gu Hanshuang with a ruthless, life-or-death ferocity.

"Little Shuangshuang, call me brother and I'll come to save you!" Jin Wei teased, waving a folding fan, but his hands were not idle. He bent down slightly and suddenly attacked Mr. Yao's back.

The burly man with the iron tower also rushed over, covering three meters in a single step, shaking the ground.

Ah ho!

He raised both fists and slammed them down on Mr. Yao.

Having experienced Mr. Yao's swordsmanship firsthand, Gu Hanshuang gripped the large black sword with both hands and swept it horizontally, blocking Mr. Yao's sword moves. She did not seek to attack, but rather to protect herself.

But Mr. Yao's sword strike was just a feint; his real target was Jin Wei, who was holding a folding fan.

Suddenly, he whirled around, his longsword moving with unparalleled ease, thrusting upwards in a strange arc towards the golden guard behind him who was holding a folding fan.

Ding!

In the critical moment, Jin Wei suddenly flicked his wrist, unfolding his folding fan to block the cunning sword strike.

His fan was actually an iron fan.

Mr. Yao was not discouraged at all after his sword move was blocked, as if everything was within his expectations.

Using the recoil from the sword strike, he flipped backward in mid-air and kicked the fist that the burly man with the iron tower was about to smash down.

boom!

The explosion of true energy startled the three Golden Guards slightly.

In that moment of distraction, Mr. Yao used the immense recoil to fly towards the roof.

puff!

A mouthful of blood stained the white clothes red.

The strength of that burly man's fists was terrifying; he tried to use his strength to his advantage, but he still suffered serious internal injuries.

Whoosh whoosh!

A hail of arrows immediately flew towards him.

ding ding ding...

He spun his longsword rapidly, his movements so fluid and seamless that he knocked down all the arrows.

He turned back and sneered, "The Night's Watch, the Golden Guard, are nothing special!"

"The green hills remain unchanged, the clear waters flow on forever; we'll meet again!"

Leaving behind a polite remark, Mr. Yao put one hand behind his back, exuding an air of superiority, and with a light tap of his toes, flew away into the distance.

Just when it seemed the wanted criminal was about to escape, the three guards below didn't seem to be in a hurry.

Just as Mr. Yao was about to be lifted into the air, a red figure suddenly attacked with lightning speed, sending the arrogant Mr. Yao flying with a single palm strike.

He fell to the ground in a sorry state.

choke!

Zhao Qianshan leaped forward, placed his long sword directly against the man's neck, and swiftly sealed his dantian.

"Tie him up."

Zhao Qianshan shouted at his men.

Then he knelt on one knee and bowed to the red-robed eunuch on the roof.

"This humble servant greets Your Excellency!"

"Greetings, Your Excellency!" All the night watchmen knelt on one knee, looking at the red-robed grand eunuch on the roof with awe.

"Lord Dian!" The golden guard holding a folding fan and the burly man with the iron tower also bowed in greeting.

Only Gu Hanshuang, clutching the large black sword, bowed her head and called out, "Godfather!"