Water Margin: My 108 Heroes Come from All Heavens

But at that moment...

Outside the courtyard.

An aura of terror was palpable.

Under the moonlight.

Lin Daiyu wore a moon-white cloak and held a silver spear in her hand, the tip of which gleamed coldly in the snow.

"Kill her!"

Dozens of assassins in black, their eyes filled with ferocity and their blades flashing like snow, rushed towards Lin Daiyu.

"It's all over!"

Liang Shan covered his face, unable to bear the sight of the horrific scene that was about to unfold.

Old Deng said it.

A master-level expert can fight ten opponents at once.

but……

The number of black-clad assassins in front of them clearly exceeded ten.

"Miss Lin, a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle, run!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs.

But Lin Daiyu completely ignored him.

The silver spear trembled.

The tip of the spear traced a silver arc in the moonlight, so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible.

"puff--"

The masked man at the front let out a muffled groan.

He was sent flying backward, crashing into the courtyard wall, and then slid down and remained motionless.

Before the second man could react, the gun barrel swept across and struck him directly in the ribs, the sound of bones breaking clearly audible.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

Lin Daiyu's figure weaved through the crowd, her moon-white cloak fluttering like a butterfly. Each thrust of her silver spear accurately struck the throat or heart without the slightest hesitation.

Dozens of assassins in black.

From a sudden uprising to total annihilation.

It took no more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

yard.

It was eerily quiet.

Grandmother Jia's mouth dropped open, and she didn't even notice that her Buddhist prayer beads had fallen to the ground.

Madam Wang fainted immediately.

Yingchun, Tanchun, and Xichun hugged each other, unable to believe that Lin Daiyu, who usually played with them, could be so terrifying.

Zijuan remained calm.

Standing to the side, he handed over a handkerchief: "Miss, clean the gun."

"Um."

Lin Daiyu took the handkerchief.

He carefully wiped away the bloodstains from the tip of the gun, his movements as elegant as if he were wiping a calligraphy brush.

"???"

Liang Shan was dumbfounded.

This was the first time he had ever seen a grandmaster-level expert make a move.

What happened to the rule that you could only fight ten?

These dozens of assassins were not weak, but they were powerless against Lin Daiyu.

The thought that he had lowered Lin Daiyu's favorability rating to -99 on their very first meeting was unbearable.

He broke out in a cold sweat, feeling extremely frightened.

"Dog System!"

"With her incredible fighting power, what danger could she possibly be in?!"

After routinely cursing the system.

Liang Shan took the initiative to step forward.

Looking at the still-shaken crowd in the courtyard, he reassured them, "I am the magistrate of Kaifeng County. The assassins have been completely wiped out by me and Miss Lin. There's no need to be afraid."

"Pooh!"

"Shameless!"

Zijuan couldn't help but spit out, "My young lady dealt with all the assassins, what does it have to do with you?"

"Of course there are—"

Just as Liang Shan was about to explain, he noticed that the wind and snow outside the courtyard had suddenly become violent.

The snowflakes seemed to be held in place by an invisible hand.

Spin.

Surge.

It condensed into a white vortex with a radius of ten meters in mid-air.

Followed by.

A blade of light that dimmed the very heavens and earth slashed down upon the crowd from the wind and snow.

"Back off!"

Lin Daiyu's expression changed drastically.

Her petite figure blurred into afterimages as she brandished her silver spear, releasing a phantom image of a blue dragon from its aura to meet the blade's light.

And Liangshan...

Having sensed something was wrong, he took several steps back, shielding the Jia family members in front of him.

"clang--"

The phantom of the azure dragon clashed with the light of the blade.

A loud explosion occurred.

The sound made Liang Shan's eardrums buzz.

Lin Daiyu was sent flying backward, her moon-white cloak fluttering in the wind. She barely managed to steady herself by tapping her toes seven times on the snow.

A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

It stained the front of her clothes red.

"Miss!"

Zijuan exclaimed in surprise and rushed over to support her.

"I'm fine."

Lin Daiyu wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, but her hand holding the gun was trembling slightly.

In the wind and snow.

A figure slowly walked out.

He was an old man.

He wore a traditional Japanese straight-cut robe, with two swords, one long and one short, hanging at his waist. His gray hair was tied in a bun, and his face was deeply lined with wrinkles.

"I never imagined that the hidden master in the Jia family was actually a woman."

"So young."

"He has mastered the Thirteen Deadly Shots to such a level."

"You are the first Grandmaster to survive a fatal blow from my God of Slaughter."

The old man spoke in broken Chinese, his tone tinged with admiration: "No wonder all the men we sent to the Jia family never returned."

"The strongest warrior in Japan, Yagyu Tajima-no-kami!"

Lin Daiyu pronounced the name slowly and deliberately, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the gun.

Behind the crowd.

Liang Shan's mind went blank.

The strongest in Japan?

The God of Slaughter cuts down with a single blow?

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami?!

"Is this still the Song Dynasty?!"

Liang Shan was completely dumbfounded, and no one had told him that the historical Song Dynasty was so complicated.

"Little girl."

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami slowly drew his katana from his waist and said coldly, "Hand over that item, and I may spare your lives."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Lin Daiyu took a deep breath, held her silver spear horizontally in front of her, and aimed the tip at Yagyu Tajima-no-kami's throat.

Why bother?

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami shook his head, his tone tinged with regret: "You have extremely high talent. Given time, you may very well be able to reach the Grandmaster level."

"Unfortunately, you can't withstand my second strike now."

"How will you know if you don't try?"

Lin Daiyu coughed softly a few times, her frail body displaying remarkable resilience.

"Then I'll show you the difference between a Grandmaster and a Great Grandmaster."

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami gave a cold laugh.

He took a step forward.

Just one step.

Liang Shan felt that the whole world had changed.

The wind and snow seemed to come alive, carrying the intent of a sword as they swept over him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Grandmaster?

Is this an existence even more terrifying than a Grandmaster?

"boom!"

Lin Daiyu flicked her silver spear, and the phantom of a blue dragon soared into the sky amidst the swirling snow, tearing apart the oncoming sword intent.

"Run!"

She didn't turn around, but her voice was unusually clear: "I tried my best to hold him off."

"Miss!"

Zijuan panicked: "I'm not leaving!"

"obedient."

Lin Daiyu turned her head to the side and gritted her teeth, saying, "Take them away."

Zijuan bit her lip, her eyes red-rimmed.

she knows.

Miss, you're prepared to die.

"Zijuan, you stay here and help Miss Lin. I'll take them to a safe place."

Liang Shan took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"A coward who clings to life!"

Zijuan gritted her teeth in hatred, staring at Liangshan with red eyes.

Liang Shan had no time to argue with her. He turned around, rushed to Grandmother Jia, and carried the old lady on his back.

"you--"

Zijuan stood there, stunned.

"What are you all standing there for? Everyone else, follow along!"

Without turning his head, Liang Shan roared and ran wildly towards the direction of the Sutra Repository.

Behind.

The women of the Jia family and the other pilgrims realized what was happening and followed Liang Shan as they fled the front yard.

"Boom—"

A deafening collision came from behind, and the flashing of swords and spears illuminated half the sky.

"A single strike slays the god of death!"

"A single strike slays the god of death!"

"A single strike slays the god of death!"

"A single strike slays the god of death!"

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami's voice echoed through the wind and snow above Hoonji Temple.

"How many cuts have there been? Is Miss Lin really that fierce?"

Liang Shan, panting heavily, glanced behind him in horror.