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Shen Mo stood on the roof of Xinghuafang, the night wind blowing his blood-stained Taoist robe.

He looked north.

That dazzling sea of ​​lights is Pingkangfang, the heart of Chang'an City.

The residence of Right Chancellor Li Linfu was located in that deepest part of the area.

"Send someone to monitor me..."

Shen Mo's voice was very soft in the night breeze.

He was never a saint who repaid evil with good.

If someone tries to kill him, he will fight back.

Whether the other party was the powerful Right Chancellor or the emperor, it made no difference to him.

They are all flesh and blood bodies whose necks can be severed with a single sword strike.

Shen Mo lightly touched the tile with his toes.

He transformed into a wisp of smoke and melted into the thick night.

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Right Prime Minister's Mansion.

The vermilion gate with its animal-head carvings was tightly shut, and the two stone lions at the entrance cast menacing shadows under the moonlight.

Eight elite guards, their hands on the hilts of their swords, their eyes like wolves, vigilantly scanned the deserted street.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

A strange sound of footsteps came from the street corner, unhurried and steady, each step precisely hitting one's heartbeat.

The gazes of the eight guards froze instantly.

At the street corner, a young Taoist priest dressed in a blue robe was walking slowly in the moonlight.

The bloodstains on his body were half-dried, turning dark brown, like blooming flowers of death on his blue Taoist robe.

The guard commander's brow twitched violently, and he took a step forward, his voice sharp and stern.

"This is the Prime Minister's residence, a place of great importance. Those who enter must halt and leave immediately!"

Shen Mo did not pause for a moment, his gaze passing over him and landing directly on the huge vermilion door.

"Is Li Linfu inside?"

The guard commander's face suddenly turned ashen.

To address the current Right Chancellor by his given name?

That's suicide!

Clang—!

A bright, sharp blade ripped through the night, striking Shen Mo's face like a bolt of lightning.

This strike embodies the ruthless and swift killing intent honed from countless battles on the battlefield.

But in Shen Mo's view, the flash of the blade was ridiculously slow.

He didn't even look at the knife; he simply raised his right hand.

With his index and middle fingers joined together, he caught the blade perfectly just before it fell.

There was no loud noise, only a slight "hiss".

The guard commander felt as if his long sword, which he had swung with all his might, had struck into a sheet of ice, and could not advance even an inch further.

"Too slow."

Shen Mo shook his head slightly.

Boom!

With a crisp sound, the steel-forged blade snapped in two.

With a deft twist of his fingers, the half-blood-stained knife tip transformed into a silver thread.

puff--!

The blade plunged into the guard commander's throat, its momentum undiminished, leaving a trail of warm blood mist as it firmly embedded itself into the vermilion gate behind him.

"Hmm...hmm..."

The commander's eyes widened, a gurgling sound came from his throat, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his neck.

The scarlet blood quickly soaked into the bluestone slabs beneath their feet.

[Kill 1 villain]

[Gained Good/Evil Points: 500]

The remaining seven guards were completely frozen in place.

The commander who beheaded thirty-seven enemies on the Western Regions battlefield is dead.

It wasn't even a single glance.

"Kill him!"

Suddenly, a roar broke the silence.

Seven long swords, brimming with madness, slashed down simultaneously from different angles.

Shen Mo took a step forward.

boom!

An invisible, violent shockwave exploded outwards from him.

The seven guards, along with their longswords, were sent flying backward as if struck head-on by a siege hammer, their chests creaking with a sickening crack.

Blood sprayed out in seven mournful arcs in the air, but was completely blocked by an invisible layer of innate true energy three feet away from Shen Mo, turning into blood mist and dissipating.

They crashed heavily onto the cold stone steps, their bodies contorting into grotesque shapes, twitching twice, and then falling silent.

[Kill 7 villain]

[Gained Good/Evil Points: 3500]

Shen Mo walked to the front door and gently placed his palm on the door.

Two hundred years of innate true energy slowly poured out like a river bursting its banks.

Boom—!

The two heavy solid wood doors, strong enough to withstand a thousand troops, exploded into a cloud of wood chips and dust in an instant!

The thick copper bolt behind the door broke into several pieces, and the huge copper lock melted into a pool of molten copper before it could even deform, sizzling on the ground.

The pungent smell of burning wood and sawdust filled the air.

The enormous sound, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, caused the lights in countless mansions throughout Pingkang Ward to light up one after another.

Shen Mo stepped through the mess and entered the front courtyard of the Prime Minister's residence.

The courtyard was instantly illuminated.

More guards surged in from all directions like a tide.

"Release the arrows!"

A sharp shout came from behind the crowd.

Bang bang bang—!

The dense sounds of the bowstring vibrating blended together.

Dozens of gleaming arrows, like a dark cloud, blocked all of Shen Mo's space to dodge.

Shen Mo stopped in his tracks.

He simply swept his wide sleeves around.

call--!

A visible gale suddenly rose from the ground, forming a swirling wall of air.

The deadly rain of arrows shot into it, instantly halting in mid-air. Then, the arrowheads of all the arrows were redirected by the airflow.

"Here you go."

Shen Mo's sleeves fell down.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

The arrows flew back at an even faster speed than they had come, whistling sharply as they pierced the air, and precisely struck the bodies of the archers themselves.

puff!puff!puff!

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Some were shot through the throat, some were blinded, and some were pinned to the pillars by their own arrows.

Blood instantly stained the entire front yard red.

[Kill 23 villain]

[Gained Good/Evil Points: 11500]

Shen Mo continued walking forward.

A muscular, burly man, wielding two massive hammers the size of water vats, roared as he charged out of the corridor.

"You evil cultivator, prepare to die!"

The giant hammers, accompanied by a whistling sound that tore through the air, came crashing down on Shen Mo's head from the left and right, like two small mountains.

Each of these two iron hammers weighs over a hundred pounds; if struck with full force, they could easily split stone tablets and shatter rocks.

Shen Mo didn't even look at him, but casually raised one hand with his fingers spread.

when!

A deafening clang of metal clashing.

With his bare hands, he steadily caught a giant hammer.

The burly man's eyes widened, veins bulging on his arms, as he used all his strength to try to press down the giant hammer.

That hand remained completely still.

"Is that all the strength you have?"

Shen Mo slowly closed his five fingers.

Click... click click...

Under the horrified gaze of the burly man, the incredibly hard cast iron hammerhead began to deform, twist, and cave in in his palm, eventually being crushed into a lump of scrap iron.

Shen Mo casually flicked his wrist.

The lump of scrap metal, along with the burly man's body weighing over 200 pounds, flew backwards.

boom!

The burly man's body crashed through the vermilion pillars of the corridor, his chest caved in by the pile of scrap metal, and he died instantly.

[Kill 1 villain]

[Gained Good/Evil Points: 800]

Current Good/Evil Points: 54600

Shen Mo's innate true energy fluctuated slightly, blocking all the splashing blood droplets.

He simply stepped calmly over the corpses beneath his feet and walked step by step toward the backyard.

Wherever he went, the guards' hands, gripping their weapons, trembled violently. Looking at this Taoist priest who had come stepping over corpses and blood, they involuntarily retreated.

Fear spread like a plague.

This is not human.

This is a demon god that crawled out of the deepest hell.

Several young guards, their spirits broken, threw down their weapons, cried out, and turned to run away.

Shen Mo did not pursue.

He only kills those who deserve to die.

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The study in the backyard.

Li Linfu sat behind a rosewood table, a copy of "Han Feizi" between his fingers.

The increasingly loud screams, the clanging of weapons, and the final, chilling silence outside did not make his hand tremble in the slightest.

The pages are smooth.

As the powerful Right Chancellor of the Tang Dynasty, he had witnessed far more life and death than the guards in his residence.

But he really didn't expect that someone would dare to break into his mansion in such a direct and primitive way.

"Your Excellency, we..."

The aide standing to the side was ashen-faced, his lips trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"Need not."

Li Linfu put down his book, picked up his teacup, and gently blew away the foam.

"The fact that he dared to come shows that he doesn't care about the Imperial Guards or the experts in the palace."

"Since we can't stop him, let's see what this Taoist priest really wants."

He took a sip of tea and added.

"You, go hide in the cellar in the backyard."

The advisor was stunned, but then he understood the prime minister's intention.

This means facing that jinx alone.

He gritted his teeth, bowed deeply, and quickly left the study.

Bang!

The expensive carved wooden door to the study was snapped in half by a tremendous force and blasted inward.

A blue figure, its outline defined by the moonlight, walked in, stepping on the broken wood.

The candlelight inside the room flickered violently.

Li Linfu put down his teacup, raised his head, and scrutinized the newcomer with sharp eyes.

He's very young, only in his early twenties.

He has a handsome face and an extraordinary demeanor.

Although his blue Taoist robe was stained with some blood, strangely, there wasn't a single drop of blood on his body, as if an invisible barrier was keeping all the filth out.