After Di Chun finished speaking, Xiao Qingfang's face darkened even more.

His anger erupted: "Xiao Lie, cut his tongue out first. I want to see if he can still talk like that without his tongue!"

"Yes, eldest sister."

The leader appeared to be a member of Xiao Qingfang's clan, given that his surname was Xiao.

At Xiao Qingfang's command, Xiao Lie threw away his steel knife, pulled out a sharp dagger, and walked sinisterly toward Di Chun.

His face was full of sinister intent: "Kid, you've got bad luck."

Seeing this, Di Chun remained remarkably calm, simply looking at the crowd before him: "General Xiao, do you remember what I said before about how you underestimated me in many ways?"

Xiao Qingfang just sneered. In his opinion, Di Chun was already meat on the chopping block, and there was no need to listen to him say anything more.

Based on Di Chun's trickery just now, she'll cut off his tongue first, and then slowly torture him. It just so happens that Wu Zetian had so many punishments designed.

Only by testing each one on Di Chun could she quell her hatred.

Just as Xiao Lie walked up to Di Chun and was about to make a move, a loud bang was heard.

"Big sister, be careful."

Xiao Qingfang's martial arts skills were too low to react in time. The shadow beside her seemed to have noticed something, grabbed Xiao Qingfang's shoulder, and retreated rapidly.

The moment Xiao Lie made his move, the rope binding Di Chun suddenly exploded with a loud bang.

Before Xiao Lie could react, he was kicked away, while the two shadow figures retreated rapidly.

Xiao Qingfang stared in shock at the scene before her: Di Chun, who had escaped, and Xiao Lie, who was struggling in front of her, but had finally stopped breathing and was bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

"You, you..." She pointed at Di Chun, completely unable to believe what she was seeing: "Your martial arts...?"

"You underestimate me. I just haven't had a chance to fight anyone before." As he spoke, Di Chun reached behind him, and with a clang, a flash of cold light appeared, and the chain knife was already in his hand.

Xiao Qingfang suffered from a lack of information. Di Chun had been practicing martial arts for more than two years, but had very few opportunities to fight, which led Xiao Qingfang to misjudge Di Chun's strength.

Shadow stood protectively in front of Xiao Qingfang, drew his weapon, and said confidently, "Big sister, step back and watch how I deal with this person."

"Be careful, that's a weapon made of black iron, specially crafted for him by Empress Wu Zetian, it's exceptionally sharp..." Xiao Qingfang quickly warned.

"Don't worry, big sister. Even the best weapon depends on who uses it. How can a steward who only learned martial arts halfway through his life possibly be a match for the strength I've cultivated since I was a child?"

The shadow looked arrogant and didn't take Di Chun seriously at all.

"Someone come here..." Xiao Qingfang didn't want Shadow to deal with Di Chun alone, so she shouted loudly.

Now that Di Chun knows his background, he must be killed.

We must act swiftly. If he escapes, she will lose her position as the Grand Commander of the Inner Guard, which would be a huge blow to the Serpent Spirit.

"Big Sister." As Xiao Qingfang's voice rang out, dozens of her subordinates ran out from other parts of the courtyard.

They were currently inside Luoyang City, so these people were not wearing their distinctive purple uniforms.

Just as Xiao Qingfang was calling for her subordinates

Inside the hall, before the two men on either side could pounce on him, Di Chun shifted his feet and spun halfway around.

Clang...!

The man on the left only felt a blur before his eyes, and his throat was flashed by a blade. Without uttering a sound, he collapsed to the ground.

Before the person on the right could react, Di Chun gently pressed the mechanism on the hilt of the knife with his thumb.

With a whoosh, the chain knife blade was about to shoot out.

The most formidable feature of the chain knife, besides its ability to conceal a thin iron chain several meters long, is that...

The length of the iron chain that is launched can be controlled. For example, if Di Chun only allows the iron chain to be launched to be one meter long, it will be one meter; if it is two meters long, it will be two meters.

Di Chun's palm pulsed with internal energy, the iron chains hummed, and the blade, like a serpent emerging from its hole, swept horizontally with a backhand motion, slashing along the neck of the person on the right, and blood dripped onto the stone slab in the hall.

In the blink of an eye, the two men died without even wielding their weapons.

Di Chun pressed the mechanism on the hilt of the knife again, and the thin iron chain retracted, causing the blade to reunite with the hilt. He turned to look at Xiao Qingfang in the courtyard, while Xiao Qingfang's men were continuously running out from other directions.

Xiao Qingfang gritted her teeth and glared at Di Chun standing in the hall, a murderous glint in her eyes. She waved her hand and said, "Go! Kill him!"

At his command, his men surged toward Di Chun like a tidal wave.

"Good timing." Seeing dozens of Xiao Qingfang's men charging towards him, Di Chun was also filled with excitement.

Since I started learning martial arts, I've never had a proper chance to spar with anyone, but now I've finally had one.

A cold glint appeared, and Di Chun's eyes sharpened. Holding a chain knife, he charged into the courtyard, attacking dozens of Xiao Qingfang's men.

The chain knife flew through Di Chun's hands. He was like a tiger entering a pack of wolves, or like cutting melons and vegetables. In an instant, several assassins died at his hands.

His attack was deadly from the very first move. His body spun continuously, like a leaf falling in the wind, and his chain knife danced wildly like a dragon and snake. Wherever the blade passed, blood flew everywhere.

Limbs and severed bodies were everywhere. His martial arts skills were inherited from Li Yuanfang, and he naturally inherited his fondness for dismembering corpses.

Often, as the blade flashes, a person is cut in half at the waist. In the heat of the moment, the thumb unconsciously presses a mechanism, and the blade flies out, tearing another person to pieces.

The entire courtyard was covered in blood, severed arms and legs, and scattered intestines and entrails, making one feel nauseous.

Chopping, slashing, cutting, sweeping, flinging, drawing, and disarming—each of these moves was created by Li Yuanfang during his service in Liangzhou, combining his school's martial arts with the key points of quickly killing on the battlefield.

These are all practical, deadly moves—simple, ruthless, precise, and leaving no room for error.

They were all aiming to take lives as quickly as possible.

Screams rang out one after another as the assassins in the front row fell to the ground. Although there were many assassins, none of them could get within three feet of him.

Seeing her men fall one after another, Xiao Qingfang's expression changed slightly. She looked at Shadow beside her and said, "Shadow, go! Finish this quickly."

"Don't worry, big sister."

The shadow of one of the six serpent heads moved in response, its body suddenly becoming ethereal, and silently attacked Di Chun's back.

This person possesses unparalleled lightness skills, his attacks are like ghosts, seizing every opening and delivering a fatal blow.

The members of the Serpent Spirits all seem to have excellent lightness skills, and Flash Spirit needs no further explanation.

The same applies to Mo Ling. During the Chongzhou case, it was Mo Ling who impersonated Zeng Tai and attempted to assassinate someone in the Di residence.

Even when Li Yuanfang held a knife to his neck, he was still able to escape using unbelievable lightness skills.

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