That wretched vixen has disguised herself as my wife!

Jiang Jingming lowered his eyes; he certainly knew what Chen Sha meant by saying all this.

However, the questions he asked were indeed ones he couldn't explain.

Aqing had the opportunity to commit the crime; Aqing was indeed the orphan girl from back then; Aqing was connected to the Duyue Cult.

I couldn't think of a better solution for the time being.

However, he would not allow anyone or anything to harm Aqing.

"Even if Miss Aqing is indeed Shunzhong's daughter, that doesn't directly prove that she is the murderer of the entire family, does it?"

At this moment, Fang Zhiyi, who had been watching from the sidelines with her arms crossed, suddenly spoke up, still smiling casually:

"Can you determine that she is the murderer and has any connection with the Duyue Cult based on just one motive?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the sorcerer, who had just been stabbed, raised his head, and a strange sound of bones clashing against each other echoed from his neck.

"You'll have to ask her that yourself."

The warlock grinned, his tone sarcastic:

"Since she is an orphan who wants revenge, it would be too insignificant for her to fight against the main family on her own. Therefore, it is not surprising that she would collude with the demonic sect in order to seek revenge."

"How dare someone like you call others a demonic sect?"

Xie Yunqi frowned and pointed his sword at his head.

“Young Miss, people like us are not bound by any kind of demonic sect or righteous path.”

The sorcerer raised his head, his tone fervent yet contemptuous.

"What do you mean by 'people like you'? Who are you?"

Xie Yunqi narrowed his eyes sharply, like an alert kitten.

"Who I am, Miss will find out sooner or later, and the whole world will find out!"

The warlock propped his face up with one hand and laughed twice, but the sound was still unpleasant and hoarse.

"But now is not the time. What we need to know now is how the Divine Capital Guard will deal with this key suspect in the massacre case?"

"Just because you say someone is a suspect doesn't mean they are. Who do you think you are?"

Xie Yunqi snorted coldly and turned to look at A Qing behind him.

"Ah Qing, say something! Say you're not a witch, that the massacre of your family has nothing to do with you, and no one will believe this madwoman!"

Aqing watched her indignant expression silently, but never uttered a word in response.

"That's right, Aqing!"

Lu Zhao nervously observed Chen Sha and Jiang Jingming's expressions and hurriedly said.

From his own perspective, he naturally chose to believe Ah Qing.

However, he also knew that even so, since the responsibility of the Divine Capital Guard was to find out the murderer in the massacre, they could not unconditionally trust Aqing based solely on their own judgment and ignore her suspicions.

The best course of action now is for her to produce evidence proving that she is not involved in this case and has no connection with the Duyue Cult.

Even without concrete evidence at the moment, her own attitude speaks volumes.

Say something... anything! It's better than this silence!

“Miss Aqing, your swordsmanship and martial arts are indeed superb, but even so, to think that you can wipe out the entire Listening Waterfall Manor by yourself is still a pipe dream.”

Wen Fuxiao stroked his beard, his expression solemn:

"Therefore, as long as you prove that you have nothing to do with the Duyue Cult, you can temporarily clear your name."

Wen Fuxiao saw the situation clearly and knew that this was the easiest and simplest way to temporarily prove innocence.

Everyone was waiting for Aqing to speak, but she remained silent and didn't say a word.

Jiang Jingming looked into A Qing's eyes, wondering what she was thinking.

It seems that ever since he left Mangya, he has gradually lost track of what Aqing is thinking.

If we could have talked to each other earlier, would we not be in this passive situation now?

Unfortunately, it's too late for regrets now.

So, what can we do now?

Jiang Jingming closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I will protect you."

He said this silently to Aqing in his heart.

It's okay if they don't want to talk; at worst, the two of them can just run away to a faraway place together.

At worst, I can escape to the ends of the earth; at worst, I can never look back.

For the first time, Jiang Jingming understood Gu Tinghan's words so clearly.

When you'd rather die than lose anything, that's when you truly learn to draw your sword.

Jiang Jingming paused slightly, then spoke again, his tone indifferent and devoid of emotion.

"Gentlemen, things have come to this point, I don't care about the truth. If Vice Envoy Chen says I'm using force to protect him, then so be it. Anyone here who wants to fight, feel free to draw your sword and fight."

He held the long, black sword in his hand, his gaze calm and indifferent, like a demon who had killed countless people on the battlefield.

Jiang Jingming rolled up his sleeves and slowly wiped the knife:

"As for you, I'll kill you as many times as you resurrect. I'll always find a way to kill you completely. Do you believe me or not?"

His words were clearly directed at the sorcerer, and everyone held their breath because of the unwavering killing intent in his voice.

The sorcerer listened to his words and laughed heartily.

He didn't seem to feel threatened by the murderous intent; on the contrary, he felt excited, like a bloodthirsty and hungry animal that had caught the scent of blood.

He began to gesticulate wildly again, ancient and eerie scriptures reversing and flowing from the fingertips of the six puppets and the sorcerer.

This time it was no longer something like a dream; an immense sense of oppression descended from the sky, and everyone instinctively felt the danger.

Be careful.

As dawn broke, Fang Zhiyi watched Jiang Jingming's retreating figure with a knife in his hand, a faint, helpless smile playing on her lips.

Jiang Jingming casually flicked his knife, feeling a scorching heat spreading around him.

"Jingming, watch out! Fire!"

Xie Yunqi cried out in surprise.

As the sorcerer finished setting up the array, what fell from the sky were actually enormous fireballs, scorching hot as they roared past.

Jiang Jingming dodged to the side, and in the firelight, the puppets surrounded him, pacing stiffly like dried corpses.

The sorcerer stood before him and began to dance the ancient and eerie steps once more.

The murmured scriptures echoed all around, creating a heavy resonance, making Tingpu Villa feel as if it were encased in a giant furnace.

They held the puppet's serrated blade in their hands, which burned with a scarlet red like charcoal embers.

"clang!!!"

Before anyone could react, Jiang Jingming leaped into the air, dodging the combined attack of the puppet's overlapping blades.

The fireworks exploded with a bang, and Jiang Jingming shook his head, his vision blurring in waves.

The sorcerer seemed unconcerned about the battle, gesturing wildly and chanting obscure scriptures.

Jiang Jingming brandished his sword and spoke calmly.

"That guy's pretty hot."

Chapter 149 A Thousand Miles in an Instant Green

This was a battle that left everyone speechless.

The puppets cooperated so well that it was as if they were born of the same origin, as if different limbs had grown from one body.

The sorcerer's secret arts were equally terrifying; countless stars fell from the sky, and it was hard to imagine that anyone in such a world could wield such secret arts.

"Like a shooting star."

Xie Yunqi looked up, his eyes reflecting the falling flames.

"It looks spectacular, but the real effect of this spell is to enhance those puppets, almost giving them the power to control fire."

Fang Zhiyi patiently explained to her.

At the point where their gazes met, the blades were ablaze, unleashing fiery orange-red streaks that sparked when they collided, almost burning their eyes.

But what's even more astonishing than all of this is that Jiang Jingming, facing both sorcerers and puppets single-handedly, was not at all at a disadvantage.

The long sword he often wore at his waist was completely black and did not attract much attention.

But at this moment, it was like a forbidden sword sealed away in the deepest hell, each swing accompanied by a sword cry like the wailing of a hundred ghosts, exuding an aura of utter evil.

Jiang Jingming's swordsmanship has always been sharp and deadly, but while it used to carry a lofty chivalrous air, now every step is a killing move, leaving no room for retreat.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that his eyes are slightly red, clearly indicating that his murderous intent has overcome his reason.

Now he has no other thoughts than killing this sorcerer.

If there truly were a Yama, the King of Hell, who could take lives, he would probably have eyes like this.

As Lu Zhao thought this, he felt a chill run down his spine.

He originally wanted to rush up and help without hesitation, but in the end, his sense of brotherhood overcame the so-called principles of the Divine Capital Guard.

But as he looked around, he couldn't find any opportunity to intervene.

Jiang Jingming's swordplay was impenetrable. He fought against seven opponents single-handedly, holding his own and even dominating the entire battle.

However, no matter how many times the puppet was knocked down, it would stubbornly stand up again.

If this continues, even he will eventually run out of energy.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhao clenched his fist.

He might not be of much help; if he fought alone, he could probably only hold off the attack of one puppet, no matter how hard he tried.

But if it really comes to that, Lu Zhao will definitely draw his sword and meet the attack.

At the very least, they should cover Jiang Jingming's escape with A Qing from here.

As for what happens after they escape, they certainly have better ideas than I do.

so good.

Taking your beloved girl on a desperate journey to the ends of the earth—it truly seems like the path a young swordsman should take.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhao suddenly lowered his head and chuckled.

What are you laughing at?

Xie Yunqi on the other side glared at him irritably.

"nothing."

Lu Zhao hurriedly shook his head. If he said this out loud, he would definitely be ridiculed by the young lady.

Moreover... he always felt that since Jingming had run away with Aqing, the young lady would be very lonely.

Although she seemed carefree and a bit dim-witted, Lu Zhao could tell that Jing Ming was a very special person to her.

I don't know if the young lady has figured it out yet...

Lu Zhao scratched his head and suddenly felt a little ashamed.

In such a critical moment, he was actually thinking about such romantic and idyllic things.

"He's obviously up to no good!"

Xie Yunqi frowned, looking worried.

She jabbed the Floating Frost Sword at the bluestone floor, a gesture she usually made when she was particularly agitated.

What is now known is that Chen Sha is no longer the biggest problem here; he is clearly more hostile towards this sorcerer.

However, the massacre was not entirely under Chen Sha's control. This matter involved the entire Righteous Path Alliance, the conflict between the Righteous Path and the Crossing Moon Sect, and even the Emperor.