Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 361 One kill isn't enough, I'll kill you again!
"Ah."

Ren Shaoyang pointed at Qin Hui, who was rolling on the ground groaning in pain, chuckled, and said, "Little beggar, a broken hand, do you know what that's called?"

Hongxiu stared for a long time before saying, "Does evil have its retribution?"

"No."

"Is he about to die?"

"I'm still not satisfied."

Hongxiu pouted: "I don't know~"

"I know!" Ding'an's eyes lit up, and he shouted loudly.

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Go ahead."

Ding An looked at Qin Hui and the fallen Wan Qixie and shouted, "This is called 'dogs fighting'!"

"Hahaha!" Ren Shaoyang burst out laughing, "That's right!"

On the other side, Qin Hui, rolling on the ground with blood on his hands and face, paid no attention to their taunts and sarcastic remarks.

Turning to look at the terrified crowd, and then at Wan Qixie, who was lying on the ground convulsing with his ear still in his mouth, he shouted loudly.

"Pick it up, my ear! I told you to pick it up!"

Everyone tried to avoid it, covering their faces with their sleeves and trembling all over.

Just then, footsteps were heard.

Tap tap tap~
Qin Hui trembled and hurriedly took three steps back. He lost his footing and fell to the ground, panting heavily. His body felt as if it had been drained of all its energy, leaving him feeling indescribably empty and weak.

He composed himself and looked up.

Then Ren Shaoyang stood in front of him, his eyes lowered, his expression indifferent.

With just one glance, Qin Hui knew who was in front of him, and said with a groan:

"You are, Ren Shaoyang, the 'White-Clad Sword God'!"

"it's me."

The clear voice carried an indifferent and dismissive tone, and the coldness in the voice sent a shiver down everyone's spine.

Blood gushed from Qin Hui's ears, his face was deathly pale, and he backed away, supporting himself with his hands on the ground: "What, what are you going to do?"

Ren Shaoyang said softly, "I'll kill you."

"Ah~!" Qin Hui couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed suddenly. He hurriedly looked up and cried out, "No, you can't kill me! I didn't do it! It was all ordered by the Emperor! I was just following orders!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly: "Don't worry, after I kill you, Zhao Gou won't be able to escape either."

Apart from Wan Qixie, who died with his ear stuck in his throat.

Upon hearing this, everyone present turned pale with shock!
This white-robed man, so brazenly uttering such outrageous words about regicide, must have most likely harbored thoughts of rebellion in his heart.

A layer of cold sweat appeared on Qin Hui's pale face as he exclaimed, "You... can you leave the capital alive?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly, "I didn't plan to leave either." He paused slightly, then asked, "Where is Zhao Gou?"

Qin Hui was terrified and stammered, "I...I don't know!"

Ok?
Ren Shaoyang's handsome face twitched slightly. He raised an eyebrow, and his thin, well-defined lips parted. "Interesting!" he said, then walked up to Qin Hui, grabbed him, and hissed, "Look me in the eyes, you scum!"

hum!
Ren Shaoyang's eyes blazed brightly, and two almost tangible, jet-black sword energies burst forth.

Qin Hui's eyes were drawn to his gaze, and he froze instantly.

In an instant, his mind was filled with chaotic thoughts, and he fell into boundless illusions.

Bianjing fell, the homeland was destroyed, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the ground was littered with starving people. In the Jin Kingdom, they saw the rotting faces of many ministers and princesses. They stood up and roared, bringing with them an indescribable stench, and approached step by step.

Boundless fear, like a tidal wave, rushed into Qin Hui's heart.

Qin Hui was filled with fear and despair, and his eyes gradually revealed a kind of madness.

suddenly.

He yelled, gesticulating wildly, barking loudly like a dog, shouting, "I am a dog of the Jin Kingdom! I am a dog!"

"What's wrong with being a dog? Didn't Zhao Gou also become a dog?"

"You, you, and you all, why don't you become dogs? Why do you oppose your benefactor?"

"Especially you, Yue Fei! You disgust me, disgust me!"

Qin Hui shouted and laughed loudly, then burst into tears, his emotions shifting between sorrow and joy, madness and rage.

Finally, he let out a "uh" and spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with chunks of flesh, then fell backward to the ground, his whole body convulsing.

Hongxiu looked at him and laughed, "You look just like a dog."

Ding An shook his head: "Don't insult Ah Huang."

"Ah Huang?"

“Monkey once told me that Ah Huang was an exceptionally good dog,” Ding’an laughed. “It’s said that the leader brought him back, and he lived for fifty years!”

As he spoke, he said with some regret, "Alas, it's a pity we didn't go to Mount Hua, didn't see Ah Huang, and didn't see the giant Flying Immortal Rock it guarded."

"Ah, I know," the little beggar laughed. "The monkeys invited me to see them too." He shook his head and sighed, "Unfortunately, we left without saying goodbye."

Ren Shaoyang, listening from the side, raised an eyebrow: "Ah Huang? This dog has lived for fifty years? It's just an ordinary dog? I bet the leader snatched it from Dog Brother!"

He then thought again, "Damn it, that stone that Ah Huang has been guarding on Mount Hua might also be a 'King of Divine Skill'! Damn it, we've missed a golden opportunity!"

Ren Shaoyang felt a surge of anger rising within him, and unable to contain himself, he shouted, "Little beggar, where is Qin Hui's wife, Madam Wang?"

Hongxiu laughed and said, "One strike to decapitate!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded and said, "Alright, proceed according to plan. Go to the Prince of Puan's residence, join forces with Liang Dou, and have a good talk with Zhao Shen!"

"okay!"

Before she could finish speaking, Hongxiu had already transformed into a bloody shadow and vanished from the spot.

"Ding'an!"

"exist!"

Ren Shaoyang, carrying Qin Hui, walked outside: "Clean up the mess and burn this filthy place down."

Ding An laughed loudly: "Understood!"

"Oh, right." Ren Shaoyang stopped and turned to look at him, "While you're at it, find Zhang Jun and kill him too!"

Ding An raised an eyebrow: "You can rest assured about what I do."

The trembling official, looking like a quail, saw that Ren Shaoyang was about to kill him with just a few words, and hurriedly begged for mercy. But after a few pleas, he found that Ren Shaoyang remained unmoved, and suddenly shouted:

"Mr. Ren, I know how to get to the Imperial Palace. I'll lead the way!"

"Oh ho, a traitor?"

“Mr. Ren, I’ll take you to the Emperor. I know where he is! I’ll help you sneak into the palace!”

"Who said I was going to sneak in?"

"what?……"

Ren Shaoyang said coldly, "The world is so vast, I can come and go as I please. Do I need you?"

After saying this, Ren Shaoyang carried the now-cold Qin Hui out of the Prime Minister's residence.

A series of footsteps sounded in the distance, and a troop of imperial guards approached in the rain, their armor clashing and clanging.

The leading officers watched as Ren Shaoyang carried Qin Hui as if he were a dead dog.

He was immediately alarmed and shouted, "A traitor has broken out ahead! He has plotted to assassinate the Prime Minister of Qin! His crime is heinous! Execute him on the spot!" "Yes, sir!"

The Imperial Guards shouted and charged forward with their guns drawn.

"Heinous crimes? I'll be even more heinous than you scum!" Ren Shaoyang leaped up gracefully, passing over the heads of the Imperial Guards.

A gentle breeze and drizzle arose, causing the Imperial Guards to sway and their robes to flutter, yet they seemed oblivious, charging forward relentlessly.

Just as if they hadn't noticed that Ren Shaoyang had already walked away without stopping.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

The officer was furious and pointed at the white-robed figure's back, shouting, "He's over there! Turn around! Turn around!"

But these imperial guards continued their march without stopping. After taking six or seven steps, they suddenly spurted blood, their armor scattered as if torn apart.

Immediately following, a series of "thump" sounds followed, and the pieces shattered into pieces, scattering all over the ground.

The officers were stunned. They never imagined that the white-robed figure, with just a fleeting glimpse, would kill all the Imperial Guards in the blink of an eye.

Such a "live killing with a sound" is simply unheard of.

Suddenly, he felt a chill on his neck, and then the world turned upside down, and his head tumbled to the ground.

Ren Shaoyang walked to the street corner, glanced at the magnificent high-rise buildings under the rain, and then laughed: "Today, it is the collapse of a great building, but also the rebirth from destruction."

Rumble~
A donkey cart came speeding up and stopped in front of him.

The driver, wearing a straw hat and with a face as red as a jujube, was none other than Yang Yizhong.

Looking at Qin Hui, who was lying there like a dead dog, he swallowed hard and then said respectfully, "Young master, please get in the carriage."

Ren Shaoyang nodded and stepped onto the donkey cart.

The blood-red donkey cart slowly started moving, accelerating and accelerating again, galloping wildly through the rain. With a whoosh, the scenery on both sides became a blur, leaving only a blood-red shadow.

Yang Yizhong's voice came: "Young master, why are you carrying Qin Hui's corpse?"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "Killing him once isn't enough; I want to kill him again."

"Can we kill them again?"

"sure."

As the two were talking, the donkey cart suddenly stopped; they had already arrived outside the imperial city.

Ren Shaoyang, holding Qin Hui's corpse in his right hand and shooting out the "Divine Spider Sword" with his left, which wrapped around Yang Yizhong's body, smiled:
"Cheer up, stop throwing up."

"what?"

Before Yang Yizhong could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a powerful force strike him, a strong wind blew in his face, and the scenery flashed before his eyes. He had already arrived inside the palace walls!

Looking back, one sees a misty rain falling, and the Imperial Guards still patrolling inside and outside the Lizheng Gate.

"Yang Yizhong, where is Zhao Gou?"

At that moment, Ren Shaoyang's voice rang in his ears.

Recalling what had just happened, Yang Yizhong felt a mix of emotions, both excited and confused. He couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, are you sure this will make things better?"

Ren Shaoyang looked around and smiled, "At least it won't be worse than it is now."

How can this be guaranteed?

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "Just because we three villains can suppress all enemies in the world, and because we can reform a ruler to at least be a qualified emperor." He looked at him and said softly, "Is that enough?"

Yang Yizhong's face flushed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "That's enough!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly, looked up at the sky, and Yang Yizhong followed suit: they saw the dark clouds gradually disperse, the setting sun gradually emerge, and the drizzle was as dense as threads, the amount of which was unknown.

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang said, "Lord Yang, the opportunity to be remembered for all time has arrived. Will you seize it or ignore it?" He then looked at him with a faint, ambiguous smile.

Yang Yizhong composed himself and said earnestly, "Young master, the Chuigong Hall is on the west side. Please follow me!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily, picked him up, and moved with effortless grace, bypassing the artificial hills and flowers, silently and stealthily heading in the direction indicated.

In a short while, the vast and towering Daqing Palace appeared before them.

Turning westward, I looked up and saw an old pine tree with its branches spreading out in all directions. I leaped onto the branch and saw imperial guards, palace maids, and eunuchs walking back and forth below. I immediately pushed off with my feet and used the force of a swinging branch to drift towards the other side.

As it landed, the Divine Spider Sword drifted away, then transformed into a wisp of smoke, swiftly leaping to the outside of a secluded palace wall, where it then jumped up again, reaching the top of the wall in an instant.

"right here!"

Yang Yizhong looked at the candlelight in the palace and swallowed hard.

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly and said, "Okay." He then jumped down with one person and one corpse.

The two walked for a while, with palaces and grand halls flashing by. Suddenly, in an alley, they saw a group of eunuchs walking towards them.

Yang Yizhong called out in a low, urgent voice, "Young Master."

Ren Shaoyang walked without stopping, passing by the eunuchs like a shadow, flowing smoothly, while the eunuchs all kept their eyes slightly closed, as if they were blind and unaware of them.

Yang Yizhong was filled with surprise. He turned his head and saw that the eunuchs all had strange expressions, their eyes slightly closed, and they walked over mechanically.

"Strange!" Yang Yizhong exclaimed in surprise, "Young Master, how come they can't see us?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "I simply used 'concealment' to deceive their senses."

"This is unheard of," Yang Yizhong asked. "Then why didn't you just walk in?"

"Isn't it that scum Qin Hui again?" Ren Shaoyang sighed. "I can bring the living, but not the dead. The death aura of the dead will awaken people with their instinctive fear. It's fine if there are few people, but if we break through head-on, too many people will not be able to deceive us."

Yang Yizhong's heart pounded wildly as he listened, and he gave a thumbs up: "Young Master's skills are truly divine."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and shook his head, then picked him up and walked a few steps quickly. Like a wisp of smoke, they turned past a palace, and suddenly the lights came into view, and the Chui Gong Hall was in sight.

Several guards stood in the open space in front of the hall, carrying swords and knives, on high alert.

"Young master, what should we do next?" Yang Yizhong asked.

Ren Shaoyang held up Qin Hui's corpse: "Is it his turn to appear?"

clam?
Yang Yizhong looked completely bewildered.

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang slapped Qin Hui on the chest and shouted, "Hmph!"

There was a hissing sound in the air.

Suddenly, with a "bang," a person sprang up.

Yang Yizhong's eyes widened, and he exclaimed in surprise, "He's alive!"

The man was missing an ear, and his face was drooping; he should have been "dead" for a long time.

But suddenly, the power of the "Mountain Classic" was unleashed, and his face quickly turned from white to red. The "dead man" actually came back to life and sprang up!

"who?!"

Suddenly, a shout came from the palace gate, followed by footsteps, and a group of guards rushed over with knives in hand.

Qin Hui was still unconscious when he suddenly covered his throat with his hand, making a gurgling sound. He turned to look at the guard, his eyes wide, unable to speak, and appeared to be in great pain.

Then he bent his knees and knelt down.

"Oh my, it's Prime Minister Qin!"

now.

Ren Shaoyang and Yang Yizhong had disappeared from Qin Hui's side.

Only the palace door quietly opened a crack.
Thirty years ago, Ren Shaoyang assassinated Cai Jing, shocking the world. Thirty years later, Ren Shaoyang returns with a vengeance, intending to kill Wanyan Gou.

It was the fourth day of the fourth month in the eleventh year of the Shaoxing era, which happened to be the birthday of Manjushri Bodhisattva.

(End of this chapter)