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"Seize this man!"

The centurion spoke sternly, acting without any restraint.

None of the iron-faced henchmen dared to disobey; in an instant, they drew their swords, their cold gleam flashing!

The long sword, imbued with a dark, demonic aura, hurtled straight towards the white-robed scholar.

Seeing this, the scholar in white remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic.

His figure moved gracefully, like a cloud in the wind, and with a slight sway, he easily dodged the barrage of sword lights.

"Tsk."

He lightly waved the folding fan in his hand, his tone casual and somewhat mocking.

"I have long heard that people in your Liang Kingdom act tyrannically and without restraint during the third watch of the night."

"Having seen it with my own eyes today, it truly lives up to its reputation."

Enraged by this slight, the group of stern-faced lackeys were furious and decided to show no mercy.

They all unleashed their demonic energy and got serious.

In an instant, a dense demonic aura surged and spread around everyone, and a stench assaulted their senses.

Without exception, everyone began to display demonic and strange appearances.

Some people sprout wings from their backs, while others have sharp fangs torn from the corners of their mouths.

Each one of them had a hideous and terrifying appearance, which was extremely frightening.

Originally just a group of pseudo-martial artists, their auras suddenly surged at this moment, approaching that of ninth-rank martial artists!

In an instant, seven or eight iron-faced hawks, comparable to ninth-rank martial artists, surrounded them from all directions.

The blade's energy crisscrossed, sealing off all escape routes for the white-robed scholar.

"A demonic art of manifesting demonic forms?"

"Emperor Wu of Liang actually gave you this method; it seems he has quite a grand plan in mind..."

The scholar in white frowned slightly, then unfolded his folding fan and swung it forward with great force!

A powerful gust of wind suddenly appeared out of nowhere, howling and sweeping out, heading straight for the iron-faced hawks and hounds that were charging towards them.

No one could resist; they were instantly blown away by the strong wind and crashed heavily to the ground.

The sound of bones shattering echoed everywhere; all the muscles and bones in his body were broken apart, and he lay paralyzed on the ground, unable to get up again.

With just one move, he instantly killed seven or eight ninth-rank martial artists!

Zhen Baihu's pupils suddenly contracted, only then realizing that this person was no ordinary person and his strength was unfathomable.

She dared not delay for a moment, and immediately leaped out, striking decisively!

The Blood-Patterned Goose Feather Blade moved with the speed of a startled swan, its sharp, piercing sound cutting through the air.

A flash of light pierced the neck of the scholar in white, aiming to take his head.

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing rang out.

In stark contrast to the disheveled state of the fat and thin monks earlier, the white-robed scholar simply waved his folding fan and effortlessly blocked the attack.

The centurion missed his target with his first strike, then immediately pressed forward, his blade becoming even more ferocious.

A barrage of sword flashes poured out like a storm, relentlessly surging towards the white-robed scholar.

In just a few breaths, he had already unleashed over a hundred slashes!

Each strike was faster than the last, the blade's aura was chilling, and the sheer speed of the attacks was overwhelming, making it impossible to discern the trajectory of the blades.

Even though the swordsman's blade was incredibly fast, it still couldn't match the folding fan in the white-robed scholar's hand.

No matter how cunning, ruthless, and powerful her swordsmanship was, the white-robed scholar always remained calm and composed, using his fan to deflect the blades and neutralize each attack.

"Hey!!!"

Seeing that the attack was unsuccessful, the demonic aura emanating from the body of the Hundred-Household Zhen was also manifesting a demonic appearance.

A sharp, piercing cry tore through the sky, and her body was quickly covered with a layer of dark purple feathers.

At first glance, it resembles a poisonous dove that will devour anyone it chooses.

The goose-feather knife she gripped tightly in her hand was now stained with a dark green color, as if it had been coated with some kind of deadly poison.

"Whoosh—"

A streak of dark green light burst forth, slashing towards the white-robed scholar with lightning speed.

Only then did the white-robed scholar, who had remained calm and composed throughout, begin to take things a little seriously.

With a light touch of his feet, each step he took resembled a lotus flower, flowing like a dragon, his figure becoming ethereal and elusive.

The scholar in white slightly turned his body and easily dodged the full force of the sword strike from the Hundred-Household Commander.

"Lotus blossoms accompany your steps!"

"You are... from the White Lotus Sect?"

The centurion recognized the movement technique at a glance and blurted it out instinctively.

Before she could recover from her shock, the white-robed scholar flashed past, passing through layers of sword light, and appeared in front of her.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, loud slap suddenly echoed throughout the entire venue.

The folding fan slammed into the face of the Hundred-Household Commander, shattering his embroidered gold-plated iron mask.

A beautiful, astonished face was then exposed to everyone's gaze.

"How dare you..."

Humiliated, the commander of the Hundred Households was enraged, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

Before she could finish speaking, the folding fan fell again, hitting her hard on the forehead.

She immediately rolled her eyes back and fainted.

"Lord Baihu!"

The surviving Iron-Faced Hounds were terrified and rushed forward to protect Commander Zhen.

"I will give you face out of consideration for the recent close relationship between the White Lotus Sect and Emperor Wu of Liang."

"Get out of here with this centurion..."

The scholar in white remained calm and did not stop them.

The group of stern-faced lackeys dared not speak out in their anger, hastily helped up the commander of the Zhen tribe, and retreated in a sorry state.

The scholar in white lightly waved his folding fan and then walked towards the two dumbfounded monks, one fat and one thin.

"Tell me, where is that black coffin now?"

The fat and thin monks suddenly realized what was happening. Having witnessed this man's prowess, they dared not be the slightest bit negligent.

They poured out everything they knew, like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.

"My lord, the black coffin you are looking for seems to be in the hands of a caravan."

"Now they are following a seventh-rank martial artist towards the Liusha River."

The scholar in white robes listened to what was said earlier, but his expression remained unchanged, still calm and composed.

But when he heard that there was a seventh-rank martial artist in the escort team, the smile that had been on his face instantly froze.

"How can there be a seventh-rank martial artist?"

"Oh no, the information must have been leaked, someone beat us to it..."

The scholar in white had a livid face, as if he had misunderstood something.

He ignored the two monks, one fat and one thin, and vanished from the spot in a flash, heading straight for the Flowing Sand River.

For a moment, only the fat and thin monks were left looking at each other, puzzled.

The skinny monk swallowed hard. "Master, senior brother, are we still going to the Flowing Sand River?"

The white-robed scholar, whose martial arts skills were unfathomable, and the seventh-rank martial artist who slew the evil spirit with a single strike, were both heading to the Flowing Sand River.

Both sides are tough opponents; we can't afford to offend either of them.

It was certainly not a wise choice for them to go and join in the fun at this time.

The fat monk was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Go, we must go. We must bring this message to our master."

"Otherwise, if the master waits for us for a long time and we don't come back, he will definitely skin us alive."

The fat and thin monks had no choice but to bite the bullet and run to meet their master.

However, they soon discovered that they could no longer go to Liusha River.

after all……

"Is anyone there?! Someone come and untie us!"