I bought a secret manual of the Hehuan Sect for ten yuan.

The Wangjiang Pavilion faces the river, where the setting sun casts its rays across the water, creating a seamless blend of sky and water.

A figure suddenly appeared, soaring into the sky before landing lightly on a boulder not far away.

Han Beichen glanced at it. "Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Black Tortoise, Vermilion Bird, which one are you?"

"Xuanwu, Sikong Xian!" The newcomer was a man who looked to be around fifty years old, with a slender build and rather handsome features.

"Xuanwu?" Qin Ge was slightly surprised. He had heard Han Xiuyun mention the Four Heavenly Kings of Moyi Hall that day. Could this man be Xuanwu, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Moyi Hall?

Is this the aura of a grandmaster?

As expected, it is far superior to the Heavenly Realm, and even someone like Qiao Song, who is at the Innate Realm, is far inferior!

"Han Beichen, our Moyi Hall and your Yingwu Hall have always kept to ourselves. Haven't you gone too far?"

"We, the Moyi Hall, respect you and have always tried our best to avoid conflict with the Shadow Martial Hall. But aren't you going too far?"

"Leave a way out for everything; why push things to the brink of extinction?"

Sikong Xian looked arrogant and spoke politely, but he didn't seem to take Han Beichen seriously, and he didn't even glance at the others.

"joke!"

"A bunch of shady snakes, insects, and rats dare to compare themselves to the Shadow Martial Hall?"

Han Beichen sat with his back to Sikong Xian, calm and composed. "Since we can't stand the light, let's hide in the shadows!"

"The death of the Pig is just a warning to you. If you dare to cause trouble again, we will wipe your entire Moyi Hall off the face of the earth sooner or later!"

Han Beichen had long wanted to destroy the Moyi Hall, but it was easier said than done!

We won't comment on the Mo Yi Tang's killing skills for now, but their ability to hide is absolutely unparalleled.

Each department operates independently, and they each have their own set of mature procedures for daily communication and operations, making it impossible to manage them all at once.

Han Beichen was mostly lucky to find the location of the Pig, and it's no wonder the Pig was unlucky. Finding someone else wouldn't be so easy.

If he could find it, Han Beichen would have already gone there; there would be no need for a warning.

"Han Beichen, don't be so arrogant. Others may fear you, but I certainly don't!"

"Now that I'm here, do you think you can scare me away with just a few words?"

"Let me see if you're really as strong as the legends say!"

Sikong Xian's gaze fell on Qin Ge, seemingly casually, but in reality, he was looking for an opportunity to make a move.

Is this young man Qin Ge? How come he doesn't seem to have any true energy fluctuations?

Moyi Hall has suffered repeated setbacks in its pursuit of this goal, losing a series of experts. Recently, even the Dog of the Dog has mysteriously disappeared, which is an utter disgrace!

If Qin Ge doesn't die, Moyitang's performance will decline.

"If you want to spar with our sect leader, you'd better see if you can get past me first!"

A master swordsman in the pavilion leaped into the air, his heavy sword slashing down on Sikong Xian, who was perched on the boulder, with a whooshing sound.

The sword strike was powerful and fierce, even creating a tiny ripple in the air; it was a full-force attack without any fancy moves.

Sikong Xian remained calm and composed until the heavy sword was less than half a foot above his head, at which point he slowly raised his right hand and easily gripped the blade with two fingers.

"Zheng—"

Sikong Xian flicked his finger across the sword, producing a series of dragon roars.

The expert's arm went numb from the shock, and he almost dropped his heavy sword.

"I'll help you!"

Two other experts in the pavilion spoke in unison, and before they finished speaking, they leaped out one after the other.

Qin Ge watched quietly as the four figures intertwined and crisscrossed outside the pavilion, glancing at Han Beichen from time to time, only to see that he remained calm and composed.

He couldn't help but think to himself, "The Shadow Martial Hall is truly full of hidden talents. Han Beichen's followers are all so strong."

It's hard to say how much of Han Beichen's words are true. Any one of these eight people is far stronger than Liu Musheng and would be more than qualified to be the head of the Jiangcheng branch!

Why did Han Beichen choose him over so many other candidates? What was he thinking?

Sikong Xian of Moyi Hall is truly amazing. Facing such top experts, he was not at a disadvantage at all in a one-against-three situation, and even handled the situation with ease!

I really don't understand what kind of brain these people have. They're already so strong, why do they still want to be assassins? Can't they have some other hobbies?

"Let me also experience the methods of the Black Robe Hall's Heavenly King!"

While Qin Ge was lost in thought, two more people leaped out of the pavilion.

The scene outside the pavilion instantly transformed into a siege of Sikong Xian by five top experts. The five worked together with great coordination, their tactics were well-organized, and they were adept at both offense and defense.

Sikong Xian was also quite skilled. He was able to hold his own against the combined attack of the five people. His figure moved like a willow catkin, weaving back and forth among the five figures. Not only did he not show any signs of defeat, but he was also able to launch timely counterattacks.

Sikong Xian may appear to be holding his own for the time being, but in reality he is terrified and is already looking for an opportunity to escape.

These five people have already pushed him to such a predicament, and Han Beichen hasn't even made a move yet!

If we don't get out of here quickly, we might be doomed today.

Qin Ge turned to look at Han Beichen, "Aren't you going to make a move?"

Han Beichen smiled slightly, "You seem quite interested in the extent of my strength?"

Qin Ge smiled as well, "I am indeed very interested!"

"Because I want to be the strongest, it would be a lie to say I wasn't interested when I discovered there was someone who might be stronger than me."

"The strongest?" Han Beichen remained noncommittal. "I'm looking forward to it."

His eyes suddenly narrowed. "Trying to escape?"

"You think you can just leave after you've come? Dream on!"

Han Beichen slammed his hand on the table, sending a teacup flying. It spun around and hovered in mid-air!

He seized the opportunity, raised his hand and waved it, and the teacup that was suspended in mid-air shot out instantly.

Sikong Xian felt a chill run down his spine. He used all his strength to slap away a nearby expert, his body leaning back rapidly.

He dodged the teacup, but was struck by a sword.

"Ding ding ding—"

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

Before Sikong Xian could even catch his breath, the four strings of the zither were already in front of him.

Before he could react, the strings had pierced his limbs.

Immediately afterwards, four experts arrived around him, placing swords and knives at his neck.

"Sikong Xian, you're really something, damn it! I'm ashamed of my own abilities!"

The expert who had been sent flying by Sikong Xian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and, seeing that the situation was settled, leaped back into the pavilion.

Sikong Xian was also escorted back to the pavilion by the other four experts.

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated, so let's finish this quickly!" Sikong Xian looked dejected, but he didn't feel that the other party's victory was unfair.

He knew how big the gap in strength between him and Han Beichen was when Han Beichen made his move.

What frustrated him the most was that Han Beichen's performance was very likely not his full strength!

At this moment, he was like a frog in a well, only to realize that he had been trapped in the well all along.

Han Beichen didn't look at Sikong Xian, but instead stared at Qin Ge. "What do you think should be done with this person?"