You, a tyrannical ruler, roam the heavens; you cannot understand my joy.

The woman with the sword narrowed her eyes to slits as she carefully examined Lu Zuo.

His aura was deep and unfathomable, containing a chilling killing intent, and subtly revealing a sense of danger.

The King of Han is very strong!

She made a quick judgment and said in a deep voice, "Mo Yang, the King of Han is quite powerful, and this place is too close to Xinzheng. Let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and disappeared like a fleeting glimpse of a startled swan.

Lu Zuo glanced at her but ignored her.

"Oh."

The short man named Mo Yang sneered, "You don't want this incredible credit, but I do!"

"Grab him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of black-clad swordsmen rushed in from all directions!

Their attack angles and directions varied, some flanking Lu Zuo from behind, some attacking him head-on, some leaping into the air, and some launching surprise attacks from the left and right!

"Very strong?"

Mo Yang scoffed, "Under this inescapable net, no matter how strong you are..."

Puff puff……

Before the words were finished, a series of muffled thuds rang out, and dozens of black-clad swordsmen were seen with streaks of blood bursting from their bodies as they were suddenly thrown backward!

dong dong dong...

A series of heavy thuds reached their ears as the black-clad swordsmen crashed onto the grass several feet away, their bodies splattered with blood, riddled with holes, and killed instantly!

"How is this possible?"

Mo Yang's eyes widened, his face filled with astonishment!

In the blink of an eye, thirty-seven top-tier assassins were wiped out?

"That good-for-nothing Han Wang An actually possesses strength comparable to mine?"

Mo Yang's gaze darkened; he finally understood why Jing Ni had retreated without a fight...

"Damn it!"

He cursed in a low voice and was about to turn around and run away, but just then!

Whoosh!

A sharp gust of wind whistled through the air as Lu Zuo shot forward, wielding the hilt of the Thousand Blades Blade, breaking through layers of air as he charged toward him!

Wherever his figure passed, a series of crisp cracking sounds echoed, and the shards of blades that had pierced the bodies of those black-clad swordsmen rolled back and reassembled their blades.

Whoosh!

A flash of cold light, and a head fell to the ground!

Mo Yang's body and head fell onto the grass with a thud.

Even in death, his pupils remained dilated, his eyes wide open, and he still wore that incredulous expression.

The battle ended in an instant, leaving the Hundred Poison King behind him completely dumbfounded...

"How come in just over two months, the King of Han's strength... has more than doubled?"

With a clang, Lu Zuo sheathed his sword, tossed it back into his personal storage space, and walked to Hundred Poison King's side: "Are you alright?"

The King of Poisons shook his head: "I'm not dead yet... cough cough..."

"Let's find a place to treat your wounds first."

Lu Zuo reached out and lifted him onto his shoulder, then used his ethereal footwork to head towards the distant bamboo forest.

.......

Tap, tap, tap...

Fifteen minutes later, the slow, steady sound of horses' hooves echoed through the mountains.

"Wei Zhuang, it's been so many years, why do you still have this cold and aloof demeanor?"

Atop a white horse, a woman in a purple dress spoke softly.

This was a woman of captivating beauty; her form-fitting purple dress accentuated her alluring figure, and her long, flowing purple hair cascaded down to her waist, swaying gently in the breeze.

This woman's captivating eyes also contained a faint purple hue, like a pair of pearls hidden deep in the sea, dark yet dazzling.

A butterfly wing-shaped pattern was painted under the corner of her left eye, adding an unusual and noble air to her already captivating appearance.

Beside her, on horseback, sat a tall, imposing, and domineering white-haired man.

Although he has white hair, he looks very young.

He had sharp, angular features and a slightly hard, cold expression. He wore a black robe with gold thread embroidery on the cuffs and hem.

Wei Zhuang replied coldly, "It's not like you've only known me for a day."

"Yes, yes, yes..." Zi Nu smiled, "You were just as annoying when you were a child."

"From the first time I saw you, I had the urge to beat you up."

Wei Zhuang: "And now?"

"Now I want to hit you even more!"

Wei Zhuang scoffed, "You can't beat me anymore... huh?"

"The smell of blood?"

Zi Nu's eyes narrowed, and she exchanged a glance with Wei Zhuang. Then, the two of them shouted in unison, "Giddy up!"

The white horse spurred its four hooves, quickening its pace. In no time, it had galloped more than twenty zhang, rounded the mountain pass, and arrived near the site of the fierce battle between Lu Zuo and the enemy.

"This is……?"

Wei Zhuang's gaze fell on a small corpse. He slapped his horse's back with both hands, and his body soared into the air, landing near the corpse like an eagle spreading its wings.

"The top-tier assassin of the Luo Wang organization... Mo Yang?"

"Do you know him?" Zi Nu walked over and asked softly.

Wei Zhuang shook his head and picked up the short sword that had fallen to the ground: "I recognize this sword."

"Like my Shark Tooth sword, it's not included in the Wind Beard's weapon rankings, but this sword is no less than the Ten Famous Swords!"

"The Assassins of the Net, named after their swords."

"I don't know what this person's original name was, but since he's wielding the Moyang Sword..."

After a pause, Wei Zhuang continued, "I recently heard a rumor that Lü Buwei discovered a swordsman genius in the mountains, recruited him into his network, and bestowed upon him the Mo Yang sword."

"This person was initially just a 'killer' level assassin."

"But in less than a month, he was promoted to the Heavenly Rank!"

Promoted to the top rank in just one month?

Zi Nu's pupils constricted sharply: "Such a powerful figure, lying dead here?"

"Then how powerful must the person who killed him be?"

Wei Zhuang did not reply, but slowly turned around, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, carefully scanning the scene.

a long time……

His expression suddenly changed drastically, and he instinctively exclaimed in a low voice, "How is this possible?"

"What's wrong?"

Wei Zhuang pointed to a pair of footprints several inches deep in the grass in the distance, then to the footprints next to Mo Yang's corpse, and said in a deep voice, "If I'm not mistaken..."

"The person who killed him... only used one move!"

what?

Zi Nu's beautiful eyes widened, her purple lips parted, and she looked utterly astonished: "A top-tier assassin from the Luo Wang organization was killed in a single move?"

"You didn't see that wrong, did you?"

Wei Zhuang took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "The traces at the scene are too messy, and some places are no longer distinguishable."

"But this conclusion..."

"I'm 99% sure!"

That's true!

Zi Nu's heart skipped a beat, and she exclaimed softly, "Are there really such powerful masters in the world?"

"The world of martial arts is vast and boundless." Wei Zhuang raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Xinzheng City: "Many reclusive masters in this world possess such formidable strength."

"For example, my mentor Guiguzi had the strength to kill Mo Yang with a single sword strike."

"And him... if the timing is right, a surprise attack could catch him off guard, and perhaps it could be done with just one move."

"But neither they, nor those masters, are in Xinzheng right now..."

"Was the person who killed him from Xinzheng, or just passing through?"

Zi Nu narrowed her eyes slightly, slowly lowered her head, and pinched her chin with her jade-like hand. After a moment of contemplation, she said, "I just remembered someone..."

"Who?"

"A swordsman of unknown origin who suddenly appeared in Xinzheng a few months ago."

"With a single move, this person sliced ​​off one of Ji Wuye's ears, and..."

"It is said that his sword is strange; it can split apart and then come back together."

"The shattered blades will strike the opponent like a powerful crossbow bolt, with countless variations that are impossible to defend against."

Swordsman?

The mental illness has improved somewhat, and the world he creates is all in "Wandering in the Heavens as a Tyrant, You Don't Understand My Happiness".

Wei Zhuang's gaze darkened, and he quickly bent down to carefully examine the cut on Mo Yang's neck.

Immediately, he moved swiftly to the side of the top-tier assassins and examined the corpses one by one.

After examining the last corpse, Wei Zhuang said in a deep voice, "The body is riddled with wounds of varying sizes, all inflicted by shards of sharp blades..."

"That's it!"

"It's him, it's him, it's definitely him!"

"The one who made the move must be the swordsman you mentioned!"

Upon hearing this, Zi Nu's heart stirred: "Such a powerful swordsman, and he also has an old grudge against Ji Wuye."

"you say……"

"If we could get this person's help, wouldn't it be much easier to kill this number one general of Korea?"

Both Zi Nu and Wei Zhuang came to Xinzheng for their own reasons.

There was also someone else they wanted to kill... Ji Wuye!

Wei Zhuang grinned: "More than that, I'd like to see this man's swordsmanship."

.......

At this moment, in the bamboo forest.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for saving us."

The King of Poisons knelt on the ground and bowed in gratitude.

His injuries were still there, but with Lu Zuo's help, his disordered meridians were restored, and his boiling blood and qi were suppressed, allowing him to regulate his breathing and heal himself.

"There's no need for that."

Lu Zuo waved his hand: "How's the poison powder making going?"

The King of Poisons stood up and replied, "It already weighs eighty-seven jin, but..."

"When the assassins from Luo Wang suddenly appeared, I gave all the poison powder to Wushuang Gui so he could escape far away."

"I have no idea where that idiot went..."

If more than 80 kilograms of poison powder were scattered on the battlefield, it could render at least several thousand, or even tens of thousands, of Dongyang soldiers incapable of fighting.

Absolutely no mistakes are permissible!

Lu Zuo asked in a deep voice, "Which direction did Wushuang Ghost run off in?"

"Southeast." The King of Poisons pointed.

Without saying a word, Lu Zuo immediately shot away and left the place.

"Hey, then I..."

Just as Yan Lingji, who was slumped under a bamboo tree, opened her mouth, she discovered that Lu Zuo was still nowhere to be seen.

"snort!"

She gave a soft snort, muttering with dissatisfaction, "You promised to help me regulate my meridians... but you ran away?"

.......

On the other side, in the wilderness.

"Huff, huff..."

Before a carriage whose wheels were stuck in a deep pit and whose body was tilted, Wushuang Gui carried a huge wooden box on his shoulder and was breathing heavily.

In the carriage behind him, a woman with delicate hands gripped the edge of the carriage, staring blankly at Wushuang Gui, her eyes filled with tension and fear.

The woman was tall and slender, with a delicate and charming face. She looked disheveled and nervous, and her wet and tattered clothes clung to her graceful body, outlining a captivating charm.

"You, you are... "

Wushuang Gui turned and glanced at her, then said in a deep voice, "You...give...me...food...and I...will...protect...you..."

What does that mean?

The man looked puzzled, but also felt that the burly man looked somewhat familiar.

"The Armored Gate?"

Before the two stood dozens of swordsmen dressed in black, their faces covered with black cloths, making it impossible to see their features.

The leader's gaze turned grave as he looked at the countless wounds on Wushuang Gui's body, each oozing a thin layer of crimson blood. He murmured, "Even with all his might, he only managed to leave shallow scratches..."

"This person's armor-clad martial arts skills must have been honed for at least twenty years!"

Another person asked, "Boss, the young master isn't in the carriage. He must have parted ways with his wife. Should we continue...?"

"If we don't capture her, how can we find out which way the young master took?"

"superior!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the leader made the first move. His figure transformed into a fleeting glimpse of a swan, and his sword, carrying a sharp whistling sound, pierced straight for Wushuang Gui's throat.

Wushuang Gui neither dodged nor evaded, letting the sword tip pierce his throat. Then, he gripped the wooden box on his shoulder with one hand, clenched the other into a fist, and swung it out suddenly!

Bang!

The leader kicked off the ground with both legs, striking Wushuang Gui in the chest, and used the recoil to quickly drift backward!

Ding ding ding...

chi chi chi...

At the same time, countless gleaming sword lights slashed in from all directions!

Some of the swordsmen in black struck Wushuang Gui, but only sparked a few fires, without causing him any harm.

Some had their skin cut open, leaving a bloody gash...

Their swords were sharp and fierce; after a single strike, they would retreat swiftly, giving the Peerless Demon no chance to retaliate.

Immediately, they will seize the opportunity and launch a sudden attack!

In the blink of an eye, Wushuang Gui was surrounded by dense sword light. No matter how hard he tried to punch, he could not hit a single person. Instead, the bloody wounds on his body increased.

He looked as if he had been pulled from a pool of blood; his bronze skin was covered in crimson...

"This guy's almost done for, let's do one more round..."

Tsk!

Before the leader of the men in black could finish speaking, a long knife had already pierced through the back of his neck and protruded from his throat.

The sudden change brought the whirlwind attack to an abrupt halt!

All the black-clad swordsmen stopped what they were doing and looked at the man who had suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

"King An of Han?"

Someone recognized him and exclaimed in surprise, "No way? He knows martial arts?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Zuo raised his hand and flicked it, sending hundreds of Thousand Blade fragments separating from the blade and transforming into meteor-like beams of light that swept towards the black-clad swordsmen!

Puff puff puff, thump thump thump...

A series of muffled thuds echoed continuously, and sprays of blood spurted out as corpses fell to the ground.

Clear the area instantly!

The man's eyes widened in astonishment: "Wow, that's amazing..."

Lu Zuo took a step forward and was already in front of Wushuang Gui. He asked, "Are you alright?"

"It's...nothing..."

"I mean, is the poison powder alright?"

Wushuang Gui shook his head, placed the wooden box on his shoulder on the ground, opened it, and saw that the bottles and jars inside were intact. He then looked up and grinned at Lu Zuo: "Heh, hehehe..."

call……

Lu Zuo secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the panicked person in the carriage.

"who is she?"

Why do you want to protect her?

Wushuang Gui: "She...gave...me...food..."

For some reason, this guy had extreme difficulty speaking, and he was still managing to utter one word at a time.

Lu Zuo hesitated for a moment, then asked, "You mean, she fed you?"

Wushuang Gui nodded vigorously.

The man suddenly remembered that when he was in Handan, he had seen this man who was about to starve to death on the street and had given him a bowl of rice.

"So, who exactly are you?" Lu Zuo asked, squinting his eyes.