Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

Seven or eight guards immediately surrounded Shen Ze, protecting him in the middle.

Suddenly, a dense array of torches appeared on the official road behind them, forming a continuous line.

"Shen Ze, you brat! Give me back my cultivation technique! Give me back my secret medicine!"

The sound came from behind.

Shen Ze's hand trembled, and he turned to stare at the approaching torch, his face turning white then green, then green then white again.

"Leave some guards to cover our retreat! The rest of you, keep going! Keep a close watch on the secret medicine and the wine; if you lose even one bottle, I'll kill you all!"

A dozen guards immediately drew their swords and rushed forward, colliding with the people behind them.

The dull thuds of swords piercing flesh, screams of agony, and the crackling of torches burning dry grass all blended together in an instant.

When He Er was helped onto his horse by his attendants, the blood from his crotch had already soaked through his outer robe and was dripping down the saddle.

The horse had just started running when it jolted, and he groaned in pain, almost falling off. He could only cling tightly to the horse's neck, his face contorted in agony.

Han San was right next to him and sneered when he saw this.

"He Er, you've bled your way back to the county town. You'll probably be drained of blood before you even get there. How about I give you a quick death and just chop you up right here to save you the trouble?"

"Bullshit!"

He Er cursed through gritted teeth, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"When I get back... I'm going to have my dad skin you alive!"

"Skin me alive?"

Han San laughed, enduring the pain, and leaned forward slightly.

"You should first figure out if that thing even works. Whether the He family will have any descendants is another matter entirely, and you're talking about skinning me alive?"

He Er cursed through gritted teeth.

"You're also childless, aren't you? How dare you laugh at me?"

Han San didn't care at all.

"Yes, I have no offspring. But seeing that you are the same makes me happy."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Shen Ze again.

"Shen Ze, you're next."

Shen Ze felt a chill run down his spine. He glanced back and saw that nearly half of the rear guards had fallen, and the lowly commoners were getting closer and closer.

He panicked, raised his hand and lashed the horse's rump hard with the whip, shouting as he did so.

"Run! Run as fast as you can towards the county town!"

The night wind rustled the leaves overhead as Chen Mo flew dozens of meters in the air, with the fleeing crowd below him.

His gaze swept over the people below. Shen Ze was huddled on the horse, one hand still unconsciously pressed against his groin. Every few seconds, he would turn around to glance at the pursuers, his neck stretched out like a frightened quail.

Assassins hidden in the woods on both sides would occasionally throw darts, each time causing a stir among the team.

Chen Mo didn't rush to make a move.

Killing Shen Ze with a single pebble would be too lenient.

The more arrogant and offensive those three were outside the shop back then, the more they'll have to swallow their fear now. First, cripple Han San, then He Er, and finally Shen Ze.

You have to wait until he thinks he can get away with it, and that he'll be safe soon, then slap him into hell.

The greater the hope, the more painful the despair.

Another volley of darts shot out from the woods, heading straight for Shen Ze's groin.

The True Transformation Realm guard standing to Shen Ze's left gave a low shout, his long sword flashing with a cold light. With a few crisp clangs, all the flying darts that were shot at him were knocked to the ground.

Shen Ze looked back at the dart that had fallen to the ground, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally relaxed a lot.

He straightened up, patted the guard on the shoulder, and spoke with a hint of smugness.

"Well done! As expected of the expert my father specially sent to protect me, these small fry can't even get close to me."

As he spoke, he even dared to turn around and spit in the direction of the pursuers.

"You lowly people, if you have the guts, chase after me! When I get back to the county seat, I'll have my father send troops to wipe out your entire families!"

The guard bowed slightly, his tone calm and steady.

"Rest assured, young master, with me here, I will ensure your safety."

"good!"

Shen Ze burst into laughter.

"Once we return to the county seat, I'll personally speak to my father and promote you to Commander of the Guards, triple your salary, and reward you with a bottle of secret medicine!"

He Er and Han San nodded to each other, hoping that the guard would make a mistake and make Shen Ze like them.

Shen Ze became more and more smug as he spoke, and he completely let go of the hand that had been covering his groin. He sat on his horse with his hands behind his back, looking completely at ease, as if the pursuers behind him were just there to give him credit.

Chen Mo could see everything clearly from high above. He picked up a smooth pebble with his fingertips and slowly circulated his inner energy.

Right now.

The fall from grace is often the most painful when one is at their most triumphant.

Shen Ze's words still lingered in the wind.

A sharp, piercing sound suddenly came from above.

The True Transformation Realm guard's expression changed drastically. He looked up abruptly, his hand only halfway raised.

"puff."

A dull, heavy thud.

The pebble pierced the center of his skull, traveling through his head, neck, chest, and abdomen, finally exiting between his legs, and even piercing through the horse running below.

The immense impact pinned both man and horse forward, and before they could even utter a scream, they were instantly blown into a cloud of blood mist.

Warm blood, bits of flesh, and white brain matter exploded outwards in a radial pattern, splattering all over Shen Ze, who was standing nearby.

The world fell silent instantly.

Shen Ze remained motionless on his horse, still in the same position as when he was laughing.

A sticky liquid covered his entire face, trickling down his forehead and into his mouth.

He subconsciously licked his lips; they tasted salty, fishy, ​​and had a warm, greasy flavor.

He blinked slowly.

Everything in my vision was blood red. The shouts of battle, the sound of horses' hooves, and the sound of the wind seemed to be separated by a thick wall, and I could not hear them clearly.

He slowly lowered his head, looking at the splattered pieces of flesh on his chest, then at the ground beside him.

The Transformation Realm expert who had just been talking to him and promising to protect him was now gone, his body mixed with the horse's corpse, a bloody mess of pieces.

"Well……"

His throat bobbed a few times, his lips trembled, he tried to shout, but no sound came out.

A tremendous fear poured over him like ice water, freezing his limbs until he couldn't even move his fingers.

Just as everyone was stunned by this scene, the assassins from both sides of the woods attacked simultaneously.

Five or six darts flew towards Shen Ze's crotch, and the remaining guards hurriedly blocked them, their formation completely thrown into chaos.

A dart pierced through a gap in the defense and stabbed straight into Shen Ze's left groin.

"ah--!"

The excruciating pain instantly pulled Shen Ze out of his daze. He let out a heart-wrenching scream and almost fell off his horse.

He clutched the wound on his thigh tightly, blood gushing out from between his fingers, the pain causing him to convulse and his face to turn as white as a corpse.

"It hit me! My leg! Quick, cover me! Everyone come and cover me!"

He shouted incoherently, his voice trembling, already on the verge of tears.

Han San, who was standing next to him, was stunned for a moment, and then burst into a hoarse, maniacal laugh.

"Hahaha! Shen Ze! You've finally met your match!"

He laughed so hard he was shaking, which made the wound in his groin throb with pain. He gasped for breath but couldn't stop laughing, and tears streamed down his face.

"I fucking told you! You're next! God is fair! You'll get your turn to get stabbed too!"

He laughed and patted the saddle, almost falling off the horse.

"You thought you were so tough? You had a True Transformation Realm expert protecting you? Where are they? Huh? Hahahaha!"

He Er also endured the excruciating pain and raised his head, looking at the bleeding wound on Shen Ze's leg, a cold smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He had been sweating profusely from the pain just moments before, but now, seeing Shen Ze in such a miserable state, he felt that his wounds didn't hurt as much anymore.

"It's just a dart to the leg, why are you yelling so loudly?"

He Er's voice was cold and hoarse, filled with undisguised resentment, "I didn't even hit your precious thing, what's your hurry?"

He paused, his eyes fixed on Shen Ze's crotch with a dark expression, and slowly added a sentence.

"You can yell when that thing touches you. I think it'll happen soon."