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

It's just like a hidden weapon, impossible to defend against.

Boom!

A thunderclap boomed overhead, and a torrential downpour poured down behind them, shattering the increasingly heavy stench of blood in the air.

Jiang Mo had already stepped into the Poison Scorpion Sect.

Seemingly triggering some mechanism, the door slammed shut behind Jiang Mo, and countless Poison Scorpion Sect members warily surrounded him. Poison Scorpion, reclining on a high chair, raised his sinister and ruthless face and looked at Jiang Mo:

"You shouldn't have stepped on..."

He opened his mouth, intending to utter a couple of harsh words as he habitually did, but he was immediately interrupted by a sharp whistling sound as he began to speak.

Despite being surrounded, Jiang Mo, who had broken in alone, took the initiative to launch an attack.

With a flick of his fingertips, a slender feather blade shot out from his sleeve, carrying a strong wind as it headed straight for the scorpion's throat, intending to tear open this vital spot.

Clang!

Unexpectedly, Jiang Mo was so unconventional, attacking without even letting him finish a word of politeness. Poison Scorpion dodged in a panic, almost rolling off the chair and onto the floor.

They were in such a sorry state that they were practically crawling on the ground.

Turning his head, he saw the feathered blade that had brushed against his body and embedded itself in the wall. Seeing the astonishing depth to which it was completely submerged, the scorpion couldn't help but feel horrified.

Is this a hidden weapon thrown from someone's hand?

It was clearly more powerful than the arrows fired from the crossbows of the army!

A surge of fear and dread welled up from the depths of his heart, causing Poison Scorpion to disregard his dignity and prestige as the sect leader, and hysterically shatter the deathly silence in the room:

"What are you all standing there for? Kill this bastard right now!!"

Outnumbering the weak might violate the code of the martial world and damage the prestige of a sect leader, but at this moment, Poison Scorpion couldn't care less about such things.

Jiang Mo arrived too quickly.

From the moment they received the urgent message to the moment they stormed into the main camp, not even a stick of incense had burned in the time it takes for them to enter. It was as if they had entered without any hindrance.

This amount of time is far from enough for the scorpion to figure out what happened.

It would be even more impossible to investigate the identity and background of the visitor.

Seeing Jiang Mo enter the house amidst a thick stench of blood, Poison Scorpion instinctively wanted to feign politeness with him, hoping to probe his intentions and abilities, and ideally avoid a fight.

The martial arts world is not just about fighting and killing, but also about human relationships and morality.

But the hidden weapon that shot out without a word, with its cold sharpness, shattered the scorpion's hopes and openly declared Jiang Mo's intentions:

There is no need for any negotiation or communication.

To kill, or to be killed.

That's it.

Such behavior was extremely arrogant. Since the Great Scorpion Sect established itself in Xinzheng, no one had dared to show such an attitude in their headquarters.

For a moment, the many gang members inside the room were caught off guard.

He even subconsciously felt that Jiang Mo hadn't thrown any hidden weapon, but rather some treasure he wanted to curry favor with his sect leader. Otherwise, how could he still be standing here unscathed, not torn to pieces by the poisonous scorpions?

It wasn't until the scorpion roared that everyone realized with horror that they hadn't been mistaken, but that this kid really dared to be so arrogant!

puff~

As if a soft sound came from somewhere, Jiang Mo's nose twitched slightly as he smelled something unusual. Just as his gaze was about to lock onto the Poison Scorpion's movements, the Poison Scorpion Clan members who had been standing cautiously around him suddenly attacked.

Their ferocious eyes were stained with a tyrannical bloodlust.

His aura surged rapidly in an instant, from a mere second-rate martial arts level to nearly a first-rate one.

And everyone is like this.

Interesting. I haven't seen this technique in the original work or the anime. Poison Scorpion himself is only at the first-rate level in the martial arts world, but his methods are a bit unique.

Sniff~

I suspect it's not just poisonous gas or smoke; I also smelled a hint of witchcraft, and it's not something that originated from the Baiyue people...

Is this a bone or bone that the night bestowed upon the scorpion?

That's quite interesting.

As he pondered, he heard a series of whooshing sounds as the trusted men who had been guarding the scorpion drew their crossbows and launched an attack on Jiang Mo.

Like all the weapons of the Poison Scorpion Sect.

The streaks of cold stars that flew towards them also had a dark blue hue, clearly indicating that they were specially coated with a potent poison. The crossbows were so exquisite that they should only be possessed by the Imperial Guards.

It's absolutely rotten.

Surrounded by enemies nearby, harassed by powerful crossbows in the distance, and with venomous scorpions swishing their grappling hooks overhead, Jiang Mo faced a highly sophisticated and layered attack. A moment's carelessness would mean certain death. Yet, he still muttered a curse to himself, appearing remarkably composed.

The Celestial Phoenix Dance.

One figure stepped out, and another figure darted up.

The scorpion, which was clinging to the rooftop preparing to launch a sneak attack, suddenly felt a blur before its eyes, as if countless figures were moving around Jiang Mo.

This made him suspect that he had been poisoned, and he even experienced afterimages when looking at things.

Subconsciously closing and then opening my eyes, that eerie feeling finally disappeared, replaced by figures that had spread throughout the room.

one two Three……

Just how many figures were wreaking havoc inside the house? Poison Scorpion couldn't give a rough number after a quick glance, and he didn't have the chance to count them carefully.

The broken green blade had already struck down on his head.

Even though there was nothing around to hold onto, and the scorpion itself could only stay there by relying on its hooked claws, Jiang Mo leaped up as if riding the wind, easily reaching the same spot as him...

No, even slightly better than him.

In stark contrast to his light and agile movements, the sword strike that came down suddenly from his leap was powerful and heavy, like a fierce gale from the heavens rushing down, as if it wanted to tear the scorpion and the iron cage beneath him to shreds.

The North Wind Sweeps Across the Land in the "Snow-Slaying Sword Technique"

Not daring to confront the sword head-on, the scorpion hurriedly tried to escape again, but just as it leaped up, its vision blurred again.

The sword was originally meant to be dodged.

The swordsman seemed unaware that his sword had missed its mark, and continued to swing it without any resistance. Before the scorpion could realize that this was a chance to kill him, the three-foot-long sword, covered in cracks, shattered as if it could not withstand the force poured into the blade.

They scattered and flew away, coiling around the venomous scorpion like snakes and pythons.

He learned the technique of using the Crimson Serpent Sword from Zi Nu, but it was even more cunning, vicious, and unpredictable. This sudden change from far to near caught the Poison Scorpion completely off guard.

The sounds of slurping and popping were incessant.

In the blink of an eye, he had been struck by several swords.

Even though he still had a lot of skills he hadn't had a chance to use, the outcome was already decided, and life and death were imminent.

Chapter 44 Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Wine

Bang!

The scorpion crashed heavily to the ground, its bones broken beyond recognition. It was writhing in agony, with blood splattering everywhere.

The deadly figure descended from the sky like an eagle, poised to deliver the final blow.

The sounds of fighting continued inside, but the situation was far from chaotic; rather, it was one-sided. Countless similar phantom figures crisscrossed, relentlessly and efficiently reaping the lives of the Poison Scorpion Sect members.

Occasionally, one or two figures would miss their target, be severely injured by the chaotic blades, and their bodies would disintegrate and vanish like feathers.

But that was nothing. Soon another figure would arrive to replace them. Given the casualty ratio between the two sides, it was a sure thing that they would finish dealing with all the Poison Scorpion Gang members in the room before all the figures disappeared.

Thinking he could escape with his men was simply a pipe dream.

If he hadn't lost his mind under the influence of the Blood Gu and become a bloodthirsty machine only knowing how to kill, his subordinates might have already rushed over to demand his head in exchange for his mercy.

The scorpion is very self-aware of this.

Therefore, when faced with Jiang Mo's pursuit, he could only rely on himself, and only he himself could come up with a strong enough means to save himself.

Gritting its teeth and enduring the pain, the scorpion struggled to its feet.

With his eyes fixed intently on Jiang Mo's charging figure, he stepped back to avoid the sharp blade, simultaneously unleashing his most powerful and secret technique.

Tiger Descending the Mountain!

0710

"My lord, spare my life! I will immediately offer you the Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Wine!"

Without any unnecessary words, the scorpion immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, then, with an astonishingly fast, rap-like pace, shouted out his thoughts in the blink of an eye.

The piercing, snow-like gleam fell like lightning, causing people to involuntarily close their eyes, unable to look directly at it.

A hoarse, metallic clang of swords echoed in my ears.

The scorpion trembled at the sound.

What chilled him to the bone even more was the excruciating pain emanating from his body. His brain seemed to freeze, leaving it empty and devoid even of the intense fear he had felt.

"You mean, Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Wine?"

Only when that clear and ethereal voice reached him did the scorpion snap back to reality. He touched his neck and finally confirmed one fact:

So I'm not dead after all!

The so-called excruciating pain was nothing more than having one's ear cut off. However, because one could not see the changes in the sword's momentum after closing one's eyes, and was also influenced by fear, it was just a misunderstanding.

After all, the opponent didn't look like someone who would miss with a sword!

As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison.

If anyone had told Scorpion that his ear would be cut off tonight, Scorpion would have been furious. After all, while the injury itself wasn't serious, it was extremely humiliating.

It is usually only applied to prisoners of war and criminals.

Having truly escaped death, Scorpion seemed quite optimistic about having his ear cut off.

I couldn't help but shed tears.

Cutting off your ear would be great!