The immortal of the Tang Dynasty, but the game starts at Xuanwu Gate?

Chen Huai'an wanted to take the carriage home quickly, but after traveling for a short while, something happened ahead, and he heard a quarrel. The carriage then stopped.

"What happened?" Chen Huai'an asked.

"Sir, it seems that two convoys ahead have collided and are blocking the road. Should I go and take a look?" the coachman whispered.

Chen Huai'an found it strange, so he lifted the curtain of the carriage to take a look and found that it was indeed the case. The two escort convoys in front had collided and were arguing in the street.

Chen Huai'an watched quietly for a while, and seeing that these people were still arguing, his eyes darkened: "Forget it, you wait here for now, I'll walk back myself."

"Ah? Sir..."

The coachman was about to say something, but Chen Huai'an didn't give him a chance to refuse and got out of the car and left.

Instead of following the planned route, he turned onto a more secluded path, seemingly to take a shortcut.

However, Chen Huai'an's pace was not hurried.

"Chen Huai'an..."

Soon, he was blocked by two men who were wearing straw hats and had their faces covered; they were clearly after Chen Huai'an.

Besides the two in front, Chen Huai'an glanced back and found two more people behind him, with one person on each side surrounding him.

"Oh ho, looks like you've made good preparations." Chen Huai'an didn't seem surprised that someone was coming towards him, but what surprised him was... the number of people who were trying to ambush him.

Six in total!

Each of them walked with a steady gait and their breath was contained, clearly indicating that they were all trained martial artists.

"What? Are the people behind you so afraid of me? After spreading rumors, you immediately arranged for someone to kill me?" Chen Huai'an said calmly, his hands behind his back.

The leader sneered and drew a long knife from his waist: "If you have someone to blame, blame yourself for touching something you shouldn't have."

"Be careful in your next life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the leader rushed forward, followed by the other five.

Chen Huai'an pulled out a small dagger from somewhere and sighed slightly: "Playing with knives? I don't have any smaller toys than this."

The next moment, intense excitement appeared in his eyes, along with a hint of crimson that he himself did not notice.

too long!

It's been so long!

Having possessed the power of the Overlord for so long, he had never truly unleashed it, always holding back his strength no matter who he fought.

They were terrified of being beaten to death.

Today... I can finally see for myself just how powerful this so-called Overlord's Power really is!

"Whoosh—"

The masked leader only saw a blur of a figure before him, but Chen Huai'an not only did not retreat, but instead charged straight at the blade.

The speed was so fast that it almost left afterimages. His pupils contracted sharply, and he didn't even have time to pull back his knife. He only had time to instinctively raise his knife to block.

"clang!"

A piercing clang of metal clashing rang out. Given the vast difference in weaponry, blocking the attack should have been effortless. However, the masked man felt an unimaginable force surge through the blade, making his hands go numb.

"How is this possible?"

The masked man was terrified. Before he could react, his chest felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and he instantly caved in. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, knocking down his accomplice behind him.

The remaining four people were stunned. Chen Huai'an smiled eerily, sending chills down their spines: "Everyone, don't be afraid, the dizziness will pass in a while, very quickly."

"..."

The alleyway was filled with the sounds of heavy objects crashing, muffled groans, and chilling screams of pain.

In the blink of an eye, all six people were lying down.

"you......"

The masked leader was already dead, but three others had their legs broken by Chen Huai'an and were now completely immobilized, which was extremely horrifying.

Is this even human?

Can a human really possess such superhuman strength?

Chen Huai'an frowned as well, feeling that his power was becoming somewhat illogical.

He didn't know exactly how powerful the overlord of that time was, but he felt that it was probably nothing more than that.

Because he is strong in every way; not only is his strength and speed amazing, but even his bones and muscles are incredibly strong.

He's a monster!

More importantly... he felt his physique was still improving.

Chen Huai'an was puzzled and couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

It might just be my imagination.

The most important thing now is to deal with these people first.

As Chen Huai'an approached, the three surviving men bit their tongues without hesitation.

His decisiveness and ruthlessness made Chen Huai'an's heart sink, and two words involuntarily surfaced in his mind—death squad!

At this moment, a group of warriors rushed in and saw people lying on the ground in the alley, and then saw Chen Huai'an standing in the middle, covered in blood.

The leading military officer looked closely and quickly stepped forward, bowing respectfully: "Minister Chen? What are you doing here? And who are these people...?"

"They were assassinated." Chen Huai'an said calmly, pointing to the assassins on the ground. "Six masked assassins attempted to assassinate a high-ranking official in the street. There are no survivors. I suspect they were suicide squads."

"Take their bodies back to the Dali Temple and keep them under strict guard. Make sure the people of the Dali Temple find out who is behind this."

The group of warriors were terrified upon hearing this.

Six assassins? Just Minister Chen alone?

Looking at the assassins lying haphazardly on the ground, and then at Chen Huai'an with his calm expression, they felt their worldviews were shaken.

Who doesn't know that Chen Huai'an is a civil official who wields a pen? But how come he seems to be more skilled than many generals?

"What are you all standing there for?" Chen Huai'an glanced at them.

"Yes! Yes!" The leading military officer quickly snapped out of his daze, beckoning his men to come forward and lift the man up. He then cautiously asked, "Your Excellency, would you like to come back to the yamen with us to make a statement?"

"No need," Chen Huai'an waved his hand. "I have important business to attend to in the palace. You can take the person with you first, and report the results directly to His Majesty."

After he finished speaking, he didn't linger and turned to walk out of the alley, leaving the group of warriors dumbfounded at the mess on the ground.

Walking back to the main street, the sunlight fell on him, and the bloodlust in Chen Huai'an's eyes gradually faded, returning him to his usual composure.

The powerful families were far more ruthless than he had imagined.

First they slandered him, then they sent people to kill him.

Six assassins—anyone else would probably be dead by now.

It seems... I really pushed them to the limit.

Chen Huai'an's eyes turned cold, but he didn't stop walking and headed straight for his home.

The powerful families had been entrenched for many years, and even the royal family looked down on them.

In the original history, three top emperors, Li Shimin, Li Zhi, and Wu Zetian, fought against them, but still failed to eliminate the powerful families.

Later, it was Huang Chao, a failed scholar, who stormed Chang'an and completely destroyed the aristocratic families. Finally, it was Zhu Wen's attack at Baima Post Station that brought the aristocratic families to an end.

exactly.

Chen Huai'an was also a failed scholar.

"..."