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

Chapter 366 I predicted your prediction
"Enemy attack!"

The guard had just screamed.

Then came the "Iron Cavalry Demon" Yan Guigui charging forward with his horse, so fast that the rider and horse flew away, so fast that they were almost inhuman!

The guard swallowed his cry, twisted his body, drew his spear, and thrust it forward with all his might!
But Yan Guigui only did one thing.

Sixteen lashes struck him in succession, instantly causing water vapor to spray onto the stone pavement and shoot forward!

The guard felt a chill run through him, and his movements immediately slowed down.

In that instant, Yan Guigui had already spurred his horse forward, and with a flick of his wrist, he revealed a large Guan Dao (a type of halberd) and slashed down at her!
"laugh!"

The guard, along with his gun, was cleaved in two!

"Ah!" Upon seeing the guard's miserable state, the remaining seventeen guards were shocked and immediately drew their weapons, ready to rush forward.

But at that moment, a huge fist suddenly appeared behind them, and bang bang bang bang bang, five punches landed on the backs of the five guards.

The five guards' faces changed drastically. They felt an unbearable pain and swelling in their bladders, and an unbearable burning sensation in their hearts and kidneys. A mouthful of blood gushed up, and they collapsed to the ground.

Suddenly, a burly old man with a white beard appeared on one side of the carriage. He laughed loudly and said, "Sheng Jiangbei, 'Divine Fist Demon' of the Power Gang, greets Your Highness the Crown Prince."

The remaining twelve guards quickly moved to protect the front of the carriage upon seeing this.

Just then, a man stepped into the battle circle, his blade flashing like snow and rainbows, incredibly fast!
"Ugh!"

Four more heads flew off into the air.

But then a gaunt man appeared, carrying a curved knife and grinning maliciously: "The Power Gang's Longsword Demon, Sun the Butcher, greets the Crown Prince."

Seeing that the enemy had sent out three men and had already killed ten of their own, they realized that the enemy had already killed ten of their own men.

The remaining eight guards fought to the death, shouting in unison, "Your Highness, you go first, we'll cover your retreat!"

Having said that, they all rushed toward the three demons, determined to carve a bloody path for Zhao Shen in the carriage.

As long as the carriage can move and he enters the palace, he will be the new emperor.

The new king of the entire world!
The eight guards charged forward with reckless abandon, their intentions ruthless and their lives undaunted.

The three—"Long Saber Demon God" Sun Rentu, "Iron Cavalry Demon God" Yan Guigui, and "Divine Fist Demon God" Sheng Jiangbei—remained unmoved.

They even sheathed their weapons, stood with their arms crossed, and kept sneering.

"Ok?"

The eight guards found it strange, not understanding why these three were so arrogant.

In that instant, the world suddenly became very quiet.

The continuous, dense rain, like cotton wool that cannot be torn apart or ripped, enveloped the bustling yet tranquil city.

Rain always evokes feelings of melancholy.

Some were bewildered, some were disappointed, some were calm, and some were indifferent.

It was like a worn-out bamboo chair carried by several capable men behind the three demons.

The three demons, who had initially looked disdainful, all changed their expressions upon seeing the bamboo chair.

They became extremely respectful and cautious, even bowing their heads very low.

Because there was a woman sitting in the chair.

This is a woman dressed in palace attire, with her hair styled in a high bun. Beneath her cloud-like hair is a small, delicate face. Her eyebrows are arched, her eyes are bright and beautiful, and her lips are exquisitely shaped, holding a gentle smile.

She is gentle and graceful, yet her elegance is truly captivating.

If the most honored woman in the world is the empress, then this woman's status is in no way inferior to that of the empress.

The world is in turmoil, chaos reigns, the imperial court has lost all its authority, and martial arts forces are rising up everywhere.

Power faction.

It is one of the most powerful forces in the world.

And this woman, as the mistress of the Power Gang, can be considered the most noble woman in the world!
Everyone who saw her arrive was startled and turned to look at her.

Her beauty was unparalleled, her elegance more radiant than a torch; several people exclaimed in unison.

She smiled faintly and said softly, "Zhao Shirong of the Power Gang greets the Crown Prince."

As soon as the voice rang out, it seemed both close at hand and far away. For some reason, everyone's hearts flew towards the elegant and beautiful woman.

Suddenly, a clear sword cry rang out.

Canglang!

Zhao Shirong's figure disappeared and suddenly appeared in front of the carriage.

With a clang, soldiers broke, fingers were severed, legs were broken, bodies were maimed, and heads fell.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Shirong had already slashed five times.

All five swords struck.

The eight guards were too slow to react. They tried to block, but their weapons broke into pieces. They tried to stop, but their fingers were cut off. They tried to retreat, but their legs were chopped off. They tried to fall, but their heads were chopped off.

One sword, five slashes; unparalleled elegance.

It is called "Five-Petaled Plum Blossoms"!
"Good swordsmanship!"

A moment later, cheers erupted from the three demons.

Zhao Shirong smiled faintly and said softly in an indescribably elegant voice, "The rain is getting heavier."

Yan Guigui, quick-witted, chimed in, "It is indeed a heavy rain. It wouldn't be good if His Highness the Crown Prince caught a cold."

Zhao Shirong looked at the carriage, where the horses were kicking their hooves nervously.

"Your Highness, the rain is getting heavier. Would you please move outside the city and rest for a while?"

Zhao Shen's voice came softly: "I have matters to attend to, so I will not accompany Madam Li."

Zhao Shirong smiled sweetly and said, "Your Highness, Chen Zhou speaks highly of you, it's just a pity we never had the chance to meet."

Zhao Shen nodded slightly and said, "You flatter me."

Zhao Shirong sighed, and a faint, melancholy fragrance wafted from her body, filling the nostrils of everyone present, even dispelling the stench of blood.

She shook her head and smiled wryly, "Your Highness, please be more dignified." Zhao Shen replied in a calm tone, "So what if I'm not dignified?"

Sheng Jiangbei glared and shouted, "I'll help you save face!" With that, he clenched his fist and was about to smash the carriage.

"Elder Sheng."

Zhao Shirong said calmly.

Sheng Jiangbei shuddered and quickly stepped back: "Madam Li!"

Zhao Shirong said, "He is the crown prince of the country, the future emperor. We must not be rude and need to be polite."

Upon hearing this, Sheng Jiangbei narrowed his eyes and smiled like an old fox: "Your subordinate understands, I will 'invite' him out." Turning his head, his smile grew even more unrestrained, "Your Highness, please!"

He reached out a large hand and peered into the carriage.

Sudden.

"what!"

Sheng Jiangbei let out a sharp, strange scream.

Sun Yitu and Yan Guigui looked up and saw Sheng Jiangbei with one hand out of the carriage, his beard and hair suddenly flared up, his eyes tightly closed, and his whole body trembling.

"Elder Sheng." The six judges under Yan Guigui couldn't help but reach out to help him. But before they could even touch Sheng Jiangbei, sparks flew from their fingertips, and a surge of power came rushing in.

"Ouch!" The six people were sent flying far away, and when they landed, they were already charred.

"Hmm?" Zhao Shirong's phoenix eyes widened. "Who is it?"

"Oh, Sister Zhao!" a lively voice called out. "I've been wanting to see you for a long time!"

"Who are you?"

“Even I didn’t know, it really makes Hongxiu sad.”

With a whoosh, the carriage curtain opened, and a girl in red peeked out, smiling broadly.

That smile seemed to illuminate the gloomy weather of the entire city of Lin'an.

"Ren, Ren Hongxiu," Yan Guigui's voice trembled, "What are you doing in Zhao Shen's car?"

Hongxiu chuckled and jumped out of the car. A small, fair hand was still gripping Sheng Jiangbei's wrist. His whole body was charred black, like a burnt piglet.

"One-Sword Immortal," Zhao Shirong said with difficulty, "you're in the car, so Zhao Shen isn't in the car, right?"

Hongxiu smiled, her smile as graceful as a fluttering butterfly, and said sweetly, "I won't tell you."

Zhao Shirong's expression remained unchanged, but her eyes dimmed slightly: "Liang Dou and Li Ding'an are not with you; they must have escorted Zhao Shen to the palace."

She suddenly looked up, staring intently at Hongxiu: "What did you do to Zhao Shen?"

Hongxiu smiled sweetly: "Keep guessing."

Zhao Shirong chuckled and said with a charming smile, "You and Ren Shaoyang are two extremes. One of you would never stoop to lying, while the other lies so convincingly that they sound like the truth. Interesting, very interesting."

Hongxiu still held Sheng Jiangbei's wrist and took two steps forward: "Sister, if I were you, I would quickly tell Li Chenzhou to flee overseas, because you are already like grasshoppers in autumn, you won't be able to jump for many more days."

Zhao Shirong asked hesitantly, "Why do you say that?"

"The overall situation is settled." Hongxiu said calmly, "Besides, we love settling scores later."

Zhao Shirong said gently, "Sister Hongxiu, you really are a witch!" Suddenly, she rolled up her water sleeves and slapped Hongxiu's face.

At the same time, Yan Guigui shouted and slashed diagonally with his broadsword, while Sun Yitu chuckled sinisterly and swung his curved sword back.

These moves were so swift and decisive that no one could react in time.

But Hongxiu only did one thing.

They frantically rushed air towards Sheng Jiangbei's corpse!
What kind of gas?

Heavenly Wrath True Qi!
Beneath Sheng Jiangbei's charred skin, it seemed as if dragons and snakes were surging and contracting, their bodies growing larger and smaller in exaggerated and distorted ways, making them look extremely eerie.

Just as everyone was about to be attacked, the fierce general Sheng Jiangbei swung his corpse up!

The instant they touched each other, a loud explosion was heard, and Sheng Jiangbei suddenly exploded, his bones shattered, his limbs flying off his body.

The flesh and blood suddenly transformed into countless ferocious blood blades in mid-air, shooting out with a whoosh.

Seeing this, Yan Guigui and Sun Yitu quickly brandished their knives and began to fight, but small, bloody blades still managed to pierce their flesh without anyone noticing.

The two felt as if they had been bitten by a mosquito on their chest, and then their blood seemed to freeze. They could no longer breathe and collapsed to the ground with a thud. Blood gushed from their seven orifices, and they died in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the horrific deaths of Yan Guigui and Sun Yitu, Zhao Shirong was also extremely shocked. She hastily drew her longsword, and with a flash of light, a blur of sword shadows appeared.

The sword light was like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, and in the blink of an eye, five swords were thrust out in all directions, layer upon layer, and the sharp aura pierced through the rain curtain!
It is the "Five-Strike Plum Blossom Sword Technique"!
Facing five terrifying sword lights.

With a slight smile, Hongxiu flicked her right hand, and with a whoosh, the red candle flame was drawn from its sheath.

Immediately afterwards, the pool of blood on the ground suddenly rose into the air and transformed into a lifelike blood dragon, twisting its cold body and heading straight for Zhao Shirong in her horrified gaze!

Swish, brush, brush!
Zhao Shirong's "Five-Strike Plum Blossom Sword Technique" struck the Blood Dragon with perfect precision, each strike landing precisely on its target.

The problem is that the Five-Spread Plum Blossom Technique targets five parts of the human body. After it is performed, the hand is divided into five pieces, resembling five petals of a plum blossom, hence the name "Five-Spread Plum Blossom Technique".

But now, this blood dragon was created by Hongxiu using the "Mind Movement" spiritual method. It is a creation of blood and is not afraid of being slashed.

The Five-Style Plum Blossom Sword Technique was thus broken.

The methods of the spirit are profound and mysterious. Back then, "Yuan Shisanxian" could travel a hundred miles with just a crossbow.

Today, Hongxiu combines "heart and mind" with "mountain scripture" and has perfected her unique "sleeve divine knife". Her consciousness and thoughts are no longer comparable.

With a single thought from her, even metal and stone can speak, and clay can open its eyes.

As the blood dragon approached, Zhao Shirong retreated repeatedly, spreading her water sleeves in front of her.

But Blood Dragon is also the Sleeve God Blade.

The Sleeve God Blade is unstoppable and incomparably sharp; even Pang Ban's indestructible body could not withstand it, let alone Zhao Shirong.
Just as Zhao Shirong's face paled.

Suddenly, a handsome young man, elegant and agile, appeared beside her.

Zhao Shirong was overjoyed: "Liu Wu!"

(End of this chapter)