Starting with The Eagle Shooting Heroes: I gain a year's worth of skill every day.

In Shen Mo's mind, the ripples on the ancient mirror slowly subsided, and a line of cold text appeared.

[Slay the villain Liang Ziweng and gain 500 Good/Evil Points]

He looked inward into the familiar mirror world, and the total number of good and evil points was just over a thousand.

The eleventh level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill is followed by a staggering five thousand.

A drop in the ocean.

This point about good and evil is far from enough.

His killing intent did not diminish; on the contrary, it became even more solid.

The Prince Zhao's mansion, the biggest villain in the original story, is precisely his best hunting ground.

Shen Mo did not deal with Liang Ziweng's headless corpse, which was still convulsing. With a flash, he disappeared into the darkness of the secret room.

Tie Youxia submitted to him, and before coming to the Jin Kingdom, the intelligence he gave him had already clearly marked the residences, habits, and even martial arts styles of all the guest masters in the Zhao Prince's mansion.

Following his memory, he moved through the night, his figure blending completely with the shadows, heading straight for his next target.

……

On the east side of the Prince's Mansion, in a brightly lit, secluded courtyard.

The aroma of wine and meat mingled with the boisterous sounds of drinking games, spreading unrestrainedly.

"Five champions! Six six six! Brother Peng, you're not doing well, you've lost again, drink!"

Ghost King Sha Tongtian, his face glowing red, stepped onto a stool and gulped down a large bowl of wine.

Across from him, Peng Lianhu, the Thousand-Handed Butcher, wiped his greasy mouth, grabbed a roasted chicken leg, and took a big bite.

"Damn it, let's go again! Back in the day, I single-handedly took on over three hundred men from Black Wind Stronghold outside the Great Wall, and I never lost a drinking contest!"

"Hahaha, Brother Peng is awesome! We brothers are following the Prince, eating and drinking the good life, much happier than fighting and killing in the martial world!"

The two boasted about their "prestige" in the martial arts world, completely unaware that the shadow of death had already enveloped the entire courtyard.

"Squeak—"

The courtyard gate was slowly pushed open by an invisible gust of wind.

The sound wasn't loud, but it instantly drowned out all the noise in the courtyard.

Sha Tongtian and Peng Lianhu abruptly stopped, turned around at the same time, and shouted angrily.

"Who?!"

At the entrance, a figure in pure black stood silently, having been there the entire time.

The person didn't exude any aura, yet he brought a suffocating sense of oppression.

Both Sha Tongtian and Peng Lianhu were men who lived on the edge of death, and they instantly sensed the extreme danger.

The two men suddenly stood up and each grabbed their own weapon.

Sha Tongtian now wielded a large, ghost-headed scalpel, while Peng Lianhu drew out a pair of judge's pens.

"Who are you? What do you want by breaking into my palace in the middle of the night!" Sha Tongtian shouted, his voice sharp but his tone weak.

There was no reply.

He didn't even give the two men a chance to get into position.

The figure remained in place, leaving an abrupt afterimage.

Its true form had already appeared between the two like a ghost.

Sha Tongtian and Peng Lianhu felt a blur before their eyes as an irresistible force gripped their throats.

They tried to struggle and shout, but found that all their strength had been drained away in an instant.

A sharp, cold pain shot through my throat.

They looked down and saw a hand, a clean, slender hand, gripping both of their necks.

Then, that hand gently shifted.

"Snap!"

Two crisp cracking sounds rang out sharply in the quiet courtyard.

The shock and ferocity on Sha Tongtian and Peng Lianhu's faces froze completely, and the life force quickly faded from their eyes.

Shen Mo released his grip.

The two bodies slid softly to the ground, dead.

From the moment he entered the room to the moment he killed the two men, it was only a fleeting instant.

Just then.

"Senior brother! Brother Peng! What's wrong?"

The door to the next room was suddenly flung open, and Hou Tonghai, the Three-Headed Dragon, rushed out, still half-asleep, carrying a three-pronged fork.

The next second, he saw Sha Tongtian and Peng Lianhu lying in a pool of blood in the courtyard.

And there was the man in black standing next to the corpse.

Hou Tonghai's mind went blank for a moment, as if "buzzing".

Immediately, boundless anger and fear engulfed him.

"Aaaaah—! You scoundrel, how dare you!"

His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, his reason completely consumed by rage. With a roar, he brandished his trident and charged at Shen Mo like a madman.

Shen Mo didn't even glance at him.

The ancient sword on his back sensed its master's intentions.

"Zheng—"

A faint, almost inaudible sound of a sword being drawn.

A chilling sword light flashed and disappeared into the night.

Extremely fast.

Hou Tonghai's forward momentum abruptly stopped, frozen in place.

The expression on his face remained as ferocious as when he charged forward.

A thin line of blood slowly emerged from the center of his skull, spreading straight down, past his nose, lips, chin, throat, chest... all the way to his groin.

puff.

His massive body, like firewood cleaved by a sharp axe, silently split into two halves.

Scalding hot internal organs and blood gushed out onto the ground with a "splash".

The pungent, nauseating stench of blood finally broke free of the courtyard and spread wildly in all directions.

The commotion finally alerted the experts living in another courtyard not far away.

"Amitabha! What kind of evil spirit is causing trouble here!"

As a Buddhist chant rang out, a lama dressed in a yellow robe rushed out of the meditation room; it was none other than Venerable Lingzhi.

He immediately spotted the three gruesome corpses in the courtyard, as well as the black-clad man standing with a sword in his hand.

Master Lingzhi was greatly alarmed.

Although Sha Tongtian, Peng Lianhu, and Hou Tonghai were not as skilled as him, they were still top-notch martial arts masters in the martial arts world.

They were all slaughtered in a single encounter?

Who is this person? How skilled are they in martial arts?

He did not hesitate for a moment, nor did he have any intention of stepping forward to question them.

The instant he saw the horrific scene, he made the choice most in line with his character—a sneak attack!

Master Lingzhi suddenly gathered his true energy, and his palms instantly turned jet black and shiny, emanating a foul, sweet-smelling stench.

He struck Shen Mo hard in the back from a distance.

"die!"

The insidious and deadly Poison Sand Palm strike silently aimed directly at Shen Mo's vital point on his back.

He used all his strength in this palm strike, confident that even an iron man would be turned into a puddle of pus.

however.

Shen Mo didn't even turn his head.

He simply swung his hand back to meet the attack.

The moment the righteous and masculine inner force of Quanzhen Martial Arts came into contact with the insidious and poisonous Poison Sand Palm force...

The black poisonous gas released by Master Lingzhi melted away instantly, like ice and snow under the scorching sun, without even causing a ripple.

Immediately afterwards, a vast, powerful, and irresistible surge of pure Yang internal energy violently swept back along the trajectory of his palm strike!

"puff!"

Master Lingzhi's entire right arm, along with half of his body, was instantly shattered into a cloud of blood mist under the impact of this force!

He didn't even get a chance to scream before the remaining half of his body went limp and he died instantly.

In a very short moment.

All four of Zhao Wangfu's retainers were killed.

In Shen Mo's mind, the ancient mirror rippled once more.

[Slay the villain Sha Tongtian and gain 400 Good/Evil Points]

[Slay the villain Peng Lianhu and gain 450 Good/Evil Points]

[Slay the villain Hou Tonghai and gain 380 Good/Evil Points]

[Slay the wicked Master Lingzhi, gain 520 Good/Evil Points]

Total good/evil points: 2750.

We're still halfway to five thousand.

Shen Mo raised his head, his gaze piercing through the layers of courtyard walls, landing on the tallest building deep within the Zhao Prince's Mansion.

Wanyan Honglie.

Wanyan Kang.

These two kills should allow his good and evil points to exceed five thousand.

The deaths of four masters in succession, along with Hou Tonghai's piercing scream, finally roused this massive royal palace from its slumber.

"There's an assassin!"

"Protect the Prince!"

"Quickly! Archers, prepare!"

Countless torches suddenly lit up, illuminating the night as if it were daytime.

Large numbers of heavily armored Jin soldiers, armed with gleaming crossbows, surged in from all directions, completely surrounding the courtyard. The dark mass of people stretched as far as the eye could see.

The bow is strung, the sword is drawn.

A chilling murderous intent completely sealed off this small courtyard.

The crowd parted to form a path.

A handsome young man dressed in white, with a touch of effeminacy, walked out slowly, surrounded by a group of experts, waving a white jade folding fan.

It was Ouyang Ke who had come to visit the Prince of Zhao's residence.

He glanced at the four mutilated corpses in the courtyard, his handsome eyebrows twitching slightly before he instantly dropped his frivolous expression.

Who is Ouyang Ke? He is the young master of White Camel Mountain Villa and the nephew of Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison. He has practiced martial arts since childhood, possesses profound internal strength, and has an extremely sharp eye.

He glanced at the four corpses and immediately judged that the newcomer's martial arts skills far surpassed his own.

He quietly took a half step back, concealing himself in the crowd, while simultaneously activating his Toad Style martial arts to protect himself, putting himself on high alert.

He carefully examined the man in black who stood amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, yet remained spotless, and tentatively spoke.

"Who exactly are you? Breaking into my royal residence in the dead of night and committing such a heinous act is far too much..."

His words were interrupted.

The ancient sword on Shen Mo's back slid completely out of its sheath and fell into his hand.

The vast, ocean-like internal energy of Quanzhen was frantically poured into the sword.

The ancient sword emitted a clear and melodious dragon's roar. A layer of chilling white sword energy condensed on the blade and did not dissipate, radiating a heart-palpitating light in the night.

Shen Mo's gaze fell on Ouyang Ke in the crowd for the first time.

He said calmly.

"I don't talk to dead people."

Before he could finish speaking...

He flicked his wrist.

"boom--!"

A sword aura several meters long swept out like a bolt of lightning, and wherever it passed, the air emitted a tearing shriek!

The Jin soldiers who were blocking the courtyard didn't even have time to react before they were cut in half by the sword energy!

"ah--!"

Heart-wrenching screams rose and fell.

Dozens of Jin soldiers were cleanly severed in two, their upper bodies still in a defensive posture with their swords drawn, while their lower bodies collapsed limply to the ground.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, turning the entire courtyard into a hellish scene.

The sword energy continued its relentless advance, heading straight for Ouyang Ke, who was deep within the crowd.

Ouyang Ke's pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size.

He never dreamed that anyone in the world could condense their inner strength to such an extent, and that the power of a single sword strike was so terrifying!

This internal force was several times more profound than that of his uncle, Ouyang Feng!

"Damn it!"

Ouyang Ke roared, activating his Toad Stance to its fullest extent, and struck out with both palms, attempting to block the sword energy head-on.

"Bang--!"

The sword energy collided with the palm force.

Ouyang Ke felt an irresistible force crashing down on him. His proud Toad Style internal energy was as fragile as paper in the face of this force.

His arms were instantly shattered, but the sword energy, still powerful, pierced through his chest.

"puff!"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Ouyang Ke staggered back several steps, looked down in disbelief at the transparent blood hole in his chest.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but could only spit out a string of bloody foam.

He didn't understand.

I was already careful enough, and I was hiding in the crowd, so why couldn't I escape this calamity?

Who exactly is this person?

Resentment, fear, regret—a mix of emotions welled up inside me.

Finally, Ouyang Ke's unfocused eyes slowly closed.

The young master of White Camel Manor, a dashing and romantic figure, died suddenly.