Starting with The Eagle Shooting Heroes: I gain a year's worth of skill every day.

"Who goes there!"

"Guards! Attack! Kill him!"

A scream of fright shattered the lingering smell of alcohol in the room. Dozens of guards and servants roared to bolster their courage, brandishing their weapons as they charged from all sides of the courtyard.

Shen Mo continued walking through the crowd without stopping.

He didn't even throw a punch; he simply pointed his fingers like a sword, casually drawing lines among the intersecting figures.

Just as a guard raised his knife above his head, a bloody hole the size of a finger appeared in his throat. His fierce expression froze, and his body fell straight down.

Another person attacked from the side, but Shen Mo didn't even flinch, and pointed a finger with his backhand.

The force of the finger pierced his temple.

There were no screams, no clanging of weapons.

In the courtyard, only the muffled thuds of bodies falling to the ground and the strong smell of blood quickly overwhelmed the rich aroma of the wine.

This was a silent massacre.

Good/Evil Points +5

Good/Evil Points +3

Good/Evil Points +4

……

The words on the ancient mirror in his mind refreshed rapidly, reflecting the gains from this slaughter.

In just over ten breaths, the courtyard returned to deathly silence.

Dozens of corpses littered the ground, and a dark figure stood in the center of the remains, his black clothes untouched by blood.

Inside the lobby, all the effects of the alcohol evaporated completely from the hellish scene.

The obese Mr. Qian slumped in his chair, a foul stench emanating from his crotch. Beside him, Magistrate Zhang's face was ashen, his jaw chattering wildly.

Their prized rights were as fragile as a sandcastle in the face of this man in black.

On the main seat, only the sinister-looking lama, Master Wu, slowly stood up.

He pushed aside the terrified maid beside him, picked up the wine pot, and walked step by step up the steps, looking down at the silence in the courtyard.

He glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground, his eyes showing no emotion.

"Good skills, and a strong killing intent."

Master Wu took a swig of wine, his voice hoarse: "I am Wu Fa of the Vajra Sect. Of the Qian family's business, my Vajra Sect takes 30%, the rest goes to the imperial court. Killing my men is tantamount to cutting off the imperial court's financial lifeline. Have you thought about how you want to die?"

He tried to intimidate the person in front of him by using the dual titles of his sect and the imperial court.

There was no reply.

His response was a palm strike that tore through the air.

Shen Mo's figure faded away from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Master Wu. He pushed out a palm and pressed it against Master Wu's chest.

too fast!

Master Wu's pupils contracted. Without time to think, he instinctively crossed his arms to protect his chest.

His body was covered in bulging muscles, and his skin had an ominous dark golden sheen.

Palms and arms strike each other.

There was no loud noise, only a muffled thud like a heavy hammer hitting a cowhide drum.

A violent shockwave exploded outwards from the two of them, sending pieces of bluestone tiles flying like cannonballs in all directions!

pedal!pedal!pedal!

Master Wu was so shocked that he took three steps back, each step leaving a half-inch deep footprint on the hard ground.

His arms, which gleamed with a dark golden luster, trembled violently, and a tingling, stinging sensation shot straight to the top of his head.

What terrifying internal energy!

A huge wave of emotions surged within him. His own secret martial arts technique had been so easily shaken by the opponent's casual palm strike that his blood and qi were in turmoil!

This person's internal strength is beyond comprehension!

"No matter who you are, you're going to die today!"

Master Wu held back, letting out a beast-like roar, his bones cracking like popping beans.

His already imposing figure swelled even more, the air behind him distorted, and the ferocious phantoms of eight dragons and eight elephants vaguely appeared.

The eighth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill!

With his momentum reaching its peak, Master Wu transformed into a golden whirlwind, unleashing both fists with the force of collapsing mountains, and once again slammed into Shen Mo.

Faced with a punch powerful enough to split rocks, Shen Mo remained unmoved and did not dodge.

He was still using the most basic introductory boxing technique of the Quanzhen School.

With a seemingly casual "Wild Horse Parts Its Mane" move, he deflected the opponent's left fist, yet the immense force seemed to strike empty air.

The move "White Crane Spreads Wings" is slow and graceful, yet it strikes first despite being delayed, precisely hitting the point where the opponent's right fist's power flows.

boom! boom! boom!

Master Wu's offensive was as fierce as a raging sea, while Shen Mo was like an ancient reef standing amidst the waves.

No matter how powerful your dragon and elephant might be, I can resolve it all with a single punch or palm strike.

In the eyes of Master Qian and Lord Zhang, the battle on the field was extremely bizarre.

The lama's every punch sent the air crackling and filled with terrifying force. But the man in black, using only simple moves, effortlessly deflected all the attacks with an air of nonchalance.

Master Wu became increasingly alarmed and terrified as he fought.

The opponent's moves were unremarkable, but each move was imbued with a vast and boundless internal force, pure and profound, seemingly without end.

His dragon-elephant power struck, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea, instantly swallowed up and dissolved.

This is an absolute mastery of internal energy, completely overwhelming his divine skill!

How is that possible!

How could anyone in this world possess such terrifying internal energy!

"I don't believe it!"

Master Wu, as if possessed by a madman, pushed his power to the point of burning his life force. He clasped his fists together, and the dragon and elephant phantom behind him almost solidified. He let out a soul-shaking roar and smashed down on Shen Mo's head!

This is the strongest attack he has ever unleashed, combining all his skills in his lifetime!

Faced with this punch, Shen Mo finally stopped the "game".

He slowly raised his right hand and met the attack with a palm strike of his own.

This palm strike embodies seventy-seven years of internal energy!

Palm and fist touch in mid-air.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

The next moment, there was a devastating collapse.

The dragon and elephant power in Master Wu's fist is like thin paper meeting a raging fire, instantly ignited, torn apart, and crushed into nothingness.

That irresistible, terrifying force surged from his fist into his arm.

"Snap!"

His arm bones were shattered inch by inch.

Next came his shoulders, chest, and head...

Under the horrified gazes of Master Qian and Lord Zhang, the once arrogant Master Wu's body, strengthened to its extreme by the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill," began to explode inch by inch, starting from his palms, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Finally, with a soft "plop," his entire body completely turned into a pool of bloody, mangled mud, which was evenly smeared on the stone steps in front of the hall.

Good/Evil Points +1500

Good/Evil Points: 2065

The inscription on the ancient mirror emerged.

A yellowed scripture was jolted from the pile of shredded flesh by a clever force, spinning before landing steadily in Shen Mo's hands.

On the cover, several difficult-to-understand Sanskrit characters read "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu".

Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill?!

A smile appeared on the face hidden behind the silent mask.

That's all there is to it!

Master Qian and Lord Zhang were completely devastated. They collapsed to the ground, defecating and urinating, and the stench instantly filled the air.

Shen Mo put away the manual and slowly walked up to the two of them.

"Hero, spare my life! Hero, spare my life!"

The pleas for mercy abruptly stopped.

With a flick of his finger, Shen Mo sent two invisible gusts of wind precisely piercing the space between their brows.

He didn't want to hear their pleas for mercy; it was pointless.

He then searched the two men and took all the silver notes from their bodies, and then went to the Qian family's treasury and took all the gold and silver.

After doing all this, Shen Mo used the Golden Goose Skill, and with a few leaps, his figure disappeared into the deep night.

……

at the same time.

Thousands of miles away, in Lin'an Prefecture, at the headquarters of the Six Doors.

An urgent secret report, sealed with sealing wax, was delivered by fast horse to the chief constable's desk.

He opened the envelope and skimmed through the letter.

The secret report was simple: the renowned constable Han Tong and his 63 elite constables had all died in the line of duty at a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of Jiaxing Prefecture.

The chief constable slowly put down the secret report and stood up.

He walked to the window, stood with his hands behind his back, and gazed in the direction of the imperial city, his expression deep and unfathomable.

Behind him, the imperial plaque inscribed with "A Clear Mirror Hangs High" coldly reflected his calm and expressionless face.

But beneath that calm lay a chilling, bone-chilling killing intent.

"Pass on my orders."

"Prepare the horses."

"I will go to Jiaxing myself."