There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

If it wasn't Jing Ke who escorted Yan Dan, then who was it?

This person appears frivolous and unrestrained, but in reality, his martial arts skills are quite remarkable. The lightning-fast steps he takes can be said to be the true inheritance of the Mo family.

In the blink of an eye, a considerable distance was traversed.

With a sword strike as swift as lightning, he launched a fierce attack on Dongjun!

Chapter 20 A Dignified Strategic Shift

At that time, among the three prominent schools of thought, Confucianism was committed to educating people in order to realize the grand ideal of self-cultivation, family management, governance of the state, and world peace. Many of its disciples entered the court as officials.

Taoism, on the other hand, seeks the profound and mysterious Tao.

Therefore, most of them are reclusive practitioners who cultivate themselves in seclusion.

Even those who advocate worldly engagement do not covet worldly fame and fortune, but rather use the hustle and bustle of life to hone their skills and cultivate themselves.

The Mohists, on the other hand, were mostly those who used martial arts to disrupt the law.

The story of Mozi, the founder of the Mohist school, strongly advising the King of Chu to save Song has been passed down through generations. This has inspired the Mohist knights to draw their swords and help those in need, regardless of who the perpetrators are.

The name of the Ink Knight resounds throughout the martial arts world.

Among the various schools of thought, this one was particularly bloodthirsty, which explains why it was later led astray by Yan Dan and became a terrorist organization that fled the world.

The Yin-Yang School and the Mohist School have a long-standing feud.

When Jing Ke met Dong Jun, he showed no mercy and acted swiftly and ruthlessly.

Even the gleaming sword seemed unable to withstand the power of the attack, and trembled incessantly, the swaying sword tip leaving afterimages in Dongjun's eyes.

Those lacking martial arts skills cannot perceive the power of this sword.

They might have thought that the constant trembling was because Jing Ke had drunk too much and couldn't hold the three-foot-long sword tightly.

But who exactly is Dongjun?

She immediately noticed that the constantly trembling sword tip clearly covered her vital points, shifting between real and feints amidst various moves, waiting for Dongjun to react before she could adjust accordingly.

The sword strike came so fast, yet Jing Ke clearly held back some of his strength.

They are not opponents that can be easily dealt with!

Dongjun dared not be careless. He swept out with another wing from behind towards Jing Ke, but he did not dare to use it to directly meet the opponent's sharpness. Instead, he formed a Yin-Yang Harmony Hand Seal with both hands.

He clasped his hands together, intending to block the long sword in Jing Ke's hand.

With a light touch of his toes on the treetops, Jing Ke, who was rushing towards him, gathered his energy and lightened his body, leaping to avoid the golden crow's wings sweeping towards his waist.

When the giant handprint grabbed him, he changed his move and swept his long sword horizontally.

A clear and melodious sword cry resounded through the mountains and forests, and from the gleaming blade, a clear, frost-like sword aura poured out without reservation from the sword.

The Great Seal has been broken once again.

Under the pull of the Qi, Dongjun couldn't help but groan, feeling his internal Qi become disordered, and some foreign Qi even invaded his body.

It possesses a fiery spirit that desires to burn everything to ashes.

It also possesses a chilling and sharp sword aura.

Ignoring the chaotic state of his meridians, Dongjun, realizing he was surrounded, forcefully rallied his inner energy, as if preparing for a desperate fight.

"The sun will rise in the east, shining upon my balustrade, the land of Fusang."

The melodious chanting flowed from Dongjun's lips, carrying an air of majesty akin to a decree from the heavens, echoing heavily through the mountains and forests, seemingly causing heaven and earth to resonate in harmony.

Blinding light continuously emanated from Dongjun.

It was the dead of night, yet it was as if a mighty sun had risen over the mountains and forests, making even the bright moon hanging in the sky pale in comparison.

In the distance, a hibiscus tree, seemingly obscuring the sky, appeared behind Dongjun.

It seems like we've suddenly entered the dog days of summer. The surrounding air is slightly distorted by the high temperature, making people feel dizzy and lightheaded.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Mo felt his clothes soaked with sweat.

The white fox with its thick fur couldn't resist any longer and lay on his shoulder, sticking out its tongue.

A mighty and overwhelming force swept in, and Dongjun's beautiful eyes, as she glanced around, carried an awe-inspiring and dignified air.

This caused Jing Ke and the others to pause, hesitant to advance.

After all, the opponent is clearly preparing to unleash their ultimate move. If you stubbornly charge forward like a fool, you're bound to die.

Jiang Mo, who was originally closest to Dong Jun, also hurriedly retreated.

Yet, a strange feeling involuntarily arose in my heart.

At this moment, Dongjun was merely secretly monitoring Yan Dan, and he himself had only pointed out the other party's presence. So far, neither of them had suffered any life-threatening injuries.

Is it necessary to adopt such a hysterical and desperate stance?

Before Jiang Mo could figure it out, a burst of light suddenly appeared before his eyes, like the unreserved sunlight pouring down at midday in summer, displaying a breathtakingly bright white color.

It is several times stronger than that!

Even though Jiang Mo closed his eyes immediately, he could still feel the scorching light through his eyelids, and two lines of tears uncontrollably flowed from his eyes.

That's a basic first aid measure that the body instinctively takes.

If we don't use tears to cool our eyes, we're likely to damage them and impair our vision under the intense light.

With their vision obstructed, no one dared to approach.

He instructed them to employ various methods and adopt a defensive posture.

Dongjun snorted coldly upon seeing this, and unleashed her full inner energy, unleashing a powerful and unrestrained attack.

Strategic shift!

With a flap of the golden crow wings that spread out behind him, Dongjun was about to transform into a streak of light and break free from the crowd's encirclement, heading straight for the sky like a shooting star.

Dongjun is hailed as the most outstanding woman in the Yin-Yang School.

His talent goes without saying.

Now, at the tender age of sixteen, he has not only reached the Innate Realm but has also vaguely touched the threshold of the Celestial Realm. However, he still has doubts about the path he is to follow.

Therefore, they lingered before the realm of celestial beings, finding it difficult to advance any further.

Therefore, he stopped his seclusion.

Instead, he received a mission from Donghuang Taiyi to gain experience in the martial world.

Given her current ability to often perceive the mysteries of heaven and earth and occasionally enter a state of communion with the divine, she has developed a profound and mysterious understanding of her own destiny.

A chill suddenly ran through my heart.

Without hesitation, she decisively flapped her wings and flew backward, then suddenly swung her head back.

Her jet-black, smooth hair danced freely in the air.

She has always maintained her elegant and noble image even when she is in trouble, but at this moment she finally shows some signs of being embarrassed.

Her phoenix eyes were wide open.

The white light reflected in her eyes, and the surging gold rippled in her pupils. Although the temperature around her was rising steadily, her pretty face seemed to be covered in frost.

As if tearing away the thin veil of mist before her eyes, her previously empty vision was slightly distorted, and a black feather floated right in front of her.

Like a fallen leaf carried by the wind, it arrives without causing any ripples.

No sharp whistling sound was heard.

There was no sharp or aggressive aura.

Dongjun instinctively felt a chill run down his spine and straight to his head, causing the fine downy hair on the back of his long neck to stand on end.

She held her breath, not daring to make a sound.

Fearing that any movement might cause a change in the surrounding airflow, bringing the seemingly weightless feather closer to itself.

Jiang Mo hasn't had time to forge the Feather Blade yet.

But he had been holding onto this phoenix feather, which he had taken from Mo Ya, in his sleeve for a long time. However, the previous exchanges had been quite intense, with everyone using their own unique abilities. Dong Jun, in particular, had used a variety of methods, preventing Jiang Mo from finding a suitable opportunity.

Just now, facing the overwhelming power surging around Dongjun, Jiang Mo had some doubts.

With the mindset that trying it wouldn't lead to pregnancy, he quickly retreated to avoid its sharp edge, while secretly releasing the Phoenix Feather Netherworld.

The white fox perched on his shoulder also showed great chemistry.

While Dongjun was focused on how to escape, it secretly used illusion magic to help Jiang Mo conceal the phoenix feathers and ghostly plumes.

This hidden weapon technique is designed to be concealed and difficult to detect.

At this moment, coupled with the white fox's illusionary magic, it can be described as appearing and disappearing without a trace, silently taking lives.

She didn't become alert until it flew right up to Dongjun.

However, when Jiang Mo released the Phoenix Feather, he was ultimately affected by the blinding light and misjudged Dong Jun's actions.

The phoenix feathers and dark plumes ultimately failed to hit their target.

It merely grazed Dongjun's cheek as it passed by, the thin blade silently slicing through his delicate skin, and drops of blood, like tiny red beans, seeped from the small wound.

It then swept past the back of Dongjun's head, cutting off a clump of the flying hair.

Then it floated back into Jiang Mo's palm.

The stray strands of hair in her peripheral vision and the stinging pain on her cheek reminded Dongjun of the fact that she had been outmaneuvered by Jiang Mo.

This was my first time going out on a mission alone.

The result was a crushing defeat, with the victim cutting his hair in the process.

Moreover, she didn't suffer a loss at the hands of some well-known martial arts master, but was repeatedly schemed against by a guy whose strength was obviously much inferior to hers.

How could Dongjun, who always strives for excellence, accept this calmly?

But she remained rational in the end. Instead of rushing over to fight Jiang Mo, she flapped her golden crow wings and flew into the sky.

However, she couldn't help but bite her lip tightly with her teeth and glared at Jiang Mo resentfully.

She kept this guy, who had caused her so much trouble, firmly in her heart.