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Ouyang Ke's body fell limply to the ground.

The transparent blood hole in his chest and his two arms, which were no longer recognizable as human arms, caused all the Jin soldiers who had just surrounded him to freeze in their tracks for a moment.

The entire courtyard instantly fell into an eerie silence.

Only the warm blood gathered into streams on the bluestone slabs, making a barely audible flowing sound.

Behind the crowd, Wanyan Honglie and Wanyan Kang, surrounded by their personal guards, trembled uncontrollably.

That's Ouyang Ke! The successor of the Western Poison!

You can't even withstand a single move?

Extreme fear instantly overwhelmed Wanyan Honglie's reason, and he used all his strength to let out a hoarse, distorted scream.

"Loose the arrows! Shoot him dead! Turn him into a pincushion!"

This command, like a thunderclap, jolted all the stunned Jin soldiers awake.

"Release the arrows!"

At the officer's command, hundreds of arrows, already nocked, formed a dark cloud of death, emitting a piercing shriek as they covered the entire courtyard.

Under a rain of arrows, everything can be pierced.

Shen Mo's figure transformed into a blurry black line the instant the dark cloud descended.

Jin Yan Gong was brought to its fullest potential.

His figure darted and weaved in the courtyard, each movement perfectly avoiding the trajectory of the arrows. Occasionally, a few arrows would come from tricky angles, but he would gently deflect them with his ancient sword, and they would fall to the ground with a clang.

He didn't waste his inner strength to withstand the rain of arrows.

That's not a wise choice.

next moment.

Shen Mo's figure had already rushed into the impenetrable Jin army formation.

The sword flashed like lightning.

The "Azure Pool" in his hand drew chilling arcs in the night.

Each thrust of the sword pierced the throat or heart of a Jin soldier with unparalleled precision. The blade would only penetrate three inches before stopping, and when withdrawn, not a drop of blood would be drawn. In the next breath, the blade would have already pierced another person's vitals.

Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

There were no unnecessary movements, no fancy moves.

In his hands, the Quanzhen Sword Technique was reduced to nothing more than the purest art of killing.

Wherever he went, Jin soldiers fell silently one after another, each corpse bearing the same fatal wound—the throat or the heart.

Under the protection of his remaining guards, Wanyan Honglie scrambled and crawled, terrified, toward the main hall at the deepest part of the palace.

He dared not turn around; he was afraid that if he looked at that black-clad demon again, he would be terrified.

Wanyan Kang's face turned ashen, and he retreated in a disheveled manner while glancing back repeatedly.

All he saw was that dark figure moving through the ranks of hundreds of soldiers, and wherever the sword flashed, someone would fall.

That's not a person.

Those are demons that crawled out of hell!

Shen Mo's speed far exceeded everyone's expectations.

In just a few breaths, he broke through the entire army formation and caught up to the rear of the personal guard.

The ancient longsword in his hand was now finally stained with scarlet blood.

The last dozen or so personal guards protecting Wanyan and his son hadn't even reacted when they saw a sword flash before their eyes.

The next moment, a thin line of blood appeared on their throats at the same time.

More than ten people clutched their throats, widened their eyes, and collapsed almost simultaneously.

Under extreme fear, Wanyan Kang's rationality completely collapsed.

Although he had practiced martial arts since childhood and could be considered a second-rate master, the fear he felt at witnessing his father's retainers being slaughtered one after another and his personal guards falling like weeds had shattered all his martial arts skills.

He couldn't even remember that he knew martial arts, let alone that he could use his internal energy to resist.

He instinctively reached out and grabbed the still-convulsing corpse of a bodyguard beside him, using it as a shield.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Shen Mo's figure had already passed through the blood mist and appeared in front of Wanyan Kang.

A flash of sword light.

Extremely fast.

The ancient sword pierced through the forehead of the corpse in Wanyan Kang's hands, penetrating the skull, and continued forward, precisely piercing the forehead of Wanyan Kang, who was hiding behind the corpse.

Wanyan Kang's face, contorted with fear, froze completely.

puff.

Shen Mo drew his sword, and the corpse fell down along with Wanyan Kang.

"Kang'er!"

Wanyan Honglie tripped over his son's corpse and fell to the ground. He turned around in a disheveled state and met Shen Mo's emotionless eyes.

He used his last bit of strength to force out a roar from his throat.

"I am King Zhao of the Great Jin! If you kill me, the Great Jin Kingdom will not let you get away with it! Never!"

The sword light fell.

Wanyan Honglie's roar abruptly stopped.

A head, still bearing the marks of terror and resentment, rolled to the ground.

Shen Mo flicked the blood off his sword.

In his mind, the interface of the ancient mirror refreshed rapidly, with lines of cold text appearing one after another.

[Slay the villain Ouyang Ke and gain 800 Good/Evil Points]

[Slay the villain Wanyan Kang and gain 1200 Good/Evil Points]

[Slay the villain Wanyan Honglie and gain 2500 Good/Evil Points]

With the 2750 points accumulated previously, plus these three huge gains, the total number of good and evil points instantly broke through the 6,000 mark!

enough.

Shen Mo ignored the many Jin soldiers around him who had regained their courage but dared not step forward.

With a thought, he gave a command to the ancient mirror in his mind.

"Enhancement, Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill."

hum!

In the mirror world, five thousand of the six thousand good and evil points instantly disappeared.

next moment.

A terrifying power, far more powerful, vast, and ancient than the essence of that precious serpent's blood, erupted from the deepest part of his body!

Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, Eleventh Level!

This force began to frantically transform his physical body.

"Click! Click click click..."

His entire body emitted a series of popping sounds, like popping beans.

Shen Mo slowly raised his hand and clenched his fist under the terrified gaze of the Jin soldiers.

He simply felt the pure, immense power within his body, a power that seemed capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

The surrounding air produced a clear popping sound from his simple fist-clenching motion.