Three punches shattered the demonic soul, young hero, I'm an honest man!

The man in the black robe moved!

His movements were as fast as lightning, carrying an overwhelming and unstoppable force, as he rushed straight at Pei Yun!

He could tell that this young man was the person of the highest status!

The fact that the Imperial Guards had laid an ambush beforehand is inextricably linked to this young man!

"Stop him!"

Zhang Quan shouted and took the lead, parrying with his sword.

"clang!"

A loud bang!

Zhang Quan felt an unimaginable force surge towards him.

His hand trembled violently, and he felt as if he had been hit by a battering ram, staggering back several steps.

A sweet taste rose in my throat, and I almost spat out blood.

He was slightly injured in just one move!

The Imperial Guards' formation was instantly breached!

"Hahaha! The Embroidered Uniform Guard is nothing special!"

The leader grinned maliciously, his eyes fixed on Pei Yun, who stood at the back and had not yet made a move, like a venomous snake.

The young man stood there the whole time, without changing his posture.

It was as if everything before him had nothing to do with him.

This indifference enraged the man in the black robe.

To catch the thief, first catch the king!

"Boy, prepare to die!"

He roared and abandoned everyone else.

Transforming into a blood-red afterimage, carrying the resolute determination to incinerate everything, it pounced on Pei Yun!

This lunge embodied all the power he had gained by burning his life!

They were determined to bury the head of the Embroidered Uniform Guard who had ruined their plans here!

The wind howled, and its force spread far and wide.

The surrounding Imperial Guards were forced to retreat repeatedly by this force.

Zhang Quan and the others were shocked and wanted to help, but it was too late.

However, they were faced with this earth-shattering, ferocious attack that could instantly kill an ordinary eighth-grade innate martial artist.

Pei Yun remained standing in the same spot.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering slightly in the surging air.

His face even held that playful smile.

It was as if the person rushing towards him was not a master who was burning his life force, fighting desperately, and approaching the seventh rank.

But...

In the courtyard, a moth, its sweet dream disturbed, flaps its wings wildly.

It's both laughable and pathetic.

He even had the leisure to slightly turn his head.

It seemed to be listening to the faint meows coming from deeper in the alley.

In spring and summer, even stray cats are starting to get restless?

The Glazed Foundation rotated slightly within the dantian.

The eighth-grade innate true energy, like the gentlest stream, flowed silently through the limbs and bones.

The profound Dao patterns of the Supreme Immortal Chapter are faintly visible on the foundation, exuding an aura of utmost purity and cleanliness.

Power has never been so clear, so easily controlled.

The blood-red claw, brimming with violent power, was about to touch his face.

Pei Yun brought his index and middle fingers together.

Move forward slightly.

That finger struck the very center of the black-robed man's ferocious claw strike.

"Pfft!"

A barely audible sound.

The black-robed man's earth-shattering attack suddenly collapsed.

He felt as if he had crashed into an invisible wall, and suddenly stopped.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and horror.

Pei Yun's finger was still touching the palm of his hand.

A peaceful yet boundless power flowed into his body through his fingertips.

Completely destroying everything in its path.

It instantly shattered the true energy he had forcibly increased and destroyed his meridians.

"you……"

The man in the black robe managed to utter a single word, his eyes quickly losing their sparkle.

Pei Yun withdrew his finger and dusted off his sleeve.

He parted his thin lips slightly, his voice not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"Is this all the power gained by burning one's life?"

"Its foundation is weak and its weaknesses are numerous."

"In my next life, I'd better learn some real skills."

The words fell.

The man in the black robe went limp and fell straight down.

All around was deathly silent.

All the Imperial Guards, including the injured Zhang Quan, stared in disbelief at the scene.

Pei Yun stood with his hands behind his back.

The night breeze ruffled the hem of his clothes.

The night wind howled, stirring up the lingering stench of blood on the ground.

The carriage and horse lanes of Thirty Miles were now as silent as a tomb.

The torches crackled and popped.

The cold, flying fish-patterned robes of the Imperial Guards were reflected in the ground, as were the corpses scattered on the ground.

Zhang Quan clutched his chest, staring at the rapidly cooling corpse on the ground.

Looking at Pei Yun, who was standing with his hands behind his back, she felt a dryness in her throat.

That was too fast.

It was so fast that he barely saw how Pei Yun made his move.

All they could see was the black-robed man, burning with life and exuding a menacing aura, as if he had crashed into an invisible wall.

And that's it?

Has Lord Pei's strength been restored?

And it seems even more...unfathomable than before.

In the deathly silence, the dying man in black robes on the ground suddenly twitched.

He's not completely dead yet.

At this moment, he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.

The secret technique's duration expired, and the forcibly amplified power receded like a tide, leaving behind only a completely hollowed-out shell.

The backlash devoured his last vestiges of life like a tidal wave.

He was covered in blood and had multiple broken bones.

Each breath was accompanied by the hissing sound of a broken bellows and thick blood foam.

But his eyes were fixed on the young man who stood with his hands behind his back.

Pei Yun.

The Imperial Guard commander who, with just two fingers, effortlessly crushed all his hopes and despair.

"Heh...heh heh..."

The leader in the black robes let out a strange laugh, and blood kept gushing from the corners of his mouth.

"The Embroidered Uniform Guard...cough cough...so what?"

A morbid smugness gleamed in his eyes.

"Even if you kill me... you won't be able to find anything..."

"Our people...cough...are all over the capital...our plan...will definitely succeed...haha...ha..."

His laughter was shrill, yet so weak it seemed he might die at any moment.

Pei Yun slowly walked forward.

The light blue casual clothes fluttered slightly in the night breeze, without a speck of dust or a trace of blood.

He walked up to the man, leaned down slightly, and looked down at him.

Those peach blossom eyes, which always carried a hint of lazy smile, were now like a bottomless, icy pool.

"Can't find it?"

Pei Yun chuckled lightly, with a playful, cat-and-mouse tone.

"You are hiding your true intentions, thinking you have nothing to hide."

"However, his actions were riddled with flaws, simply... full of loopholes."

He stretched out his hand, holding a token between two fingers.

It was the one seized from Moyunzhai that was cold to the touch, neither gold nor jade.

The token gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the firelight, and the "ancient intertwined branches" symbol on it appeared both ancient and majestic.

"This symbol."

Pei Yun brought the token close to the man's eyes, his voice calm, yet every word was piercing.

"Ancient, solemn, and exuding an air of decay and antiquity."

"And your martial arts techniques are quite eclectic."

Pei Yun paused, as if recalling something.

"It has the shadow of the iron-blooded killing in the military, but it is also mixed with some unorthodox and treacherous methods. It is quite interesting to use it as a cover."

"Your methods are neither as unscrupulous as those of the demonic path, nor as chaotic as those of the outlaws of the martial world."

"They dealt with the astronomical bureau's star-guarding officials by using the Drunken Dragon Incense to mask the aura of the star-attracting sand, and immediately arranged for their evacuation afterwards, even preparing assassins to commit suicide by poison..."

"Tsk tsk, the plan is quite meticulous."

With each word Pei Yun spoke, the black-robed leader's pupils contracted slightly.

The smug smile on his face had frozen, replaced by an incredulous look of horror.

Pei Yun looked at him, her smile widening.

"Although you are trying your best to distance yourselves from the matter, even resorting to using the low-class practices of the Joyful Zen sect as a cover."

"But connecting these clues..."

He lowered his voice slightly.

It was like a lover's whisper, yet carried a chilling, judgmental tone.

"You must be pathetic wretches from the previous dynasty, right?"