Qin Dynasty: Ying Zheng is my brother, I am the Bad Commander

Ji Wuye slowly stood up.

His massive body straightened up again, and a violent and unparalleled internal force erupted from his body, causing the bluestone floor around him to crack inch by inch.

He turned his head, his gaze like two poisoned blades, slowly sweeping across every corner of the hall.

Dozens of bird killers, and a few maids and servants huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.

These people all witnessed Ji Wuye's most wretched and humiliating moment.

They saw him kneel down, they saw him beg for mercy, they saw him wag his tail and grovel like a dog.

A wildly insane yet incredibly clear thought flashed through Ji Wuye's mind:

As long as everyone present dies, and as long as no one spreads the news of what happened tonight, then Ji Wuye will still be the high and mighty, invincible general of Han!

It's just that, in secret, he now has a master he can't resist.

As long as face and power remain, submitting to a stronger power is not something unacceptable.

But these witnesses must die!

Only the dead can keep secrets forever!

Only the blood of the dead can wash away the humiliation in his heart!

A cruel, chilling smile curled at the corner of Ji Wuye's mouth.

"You... all saw things you shouldn't have seen."

Ji Wuye's voice, like a death warrant from the deepest hell, echoed eerily in the hall.

Upon hearing this, the bird killers, who were already in a state of extreme fear, trembled violently.

They were assassins; they knew Ji Wuye's personality all too well.

The general was suspicious by nature and cruel and inhumane.

Now that they have witnessed such a humiliating side of the General, how could the General possibly spare their lives?

"escape!"

I don't know who was the first to react, but they shouted it out.

This shout was like a drop of cold water being poured into a scalding oil pan, instantly igniting the entire hall.

Dozens of bird assassins, no longer caring about discipline or dignity, fled frantically towards the various exits of the hall like a flock of frightened birds.

Some rushed towards the door, some smashed the windows, and some tried to escape from the roof beams.

They pushed their movement techniques to the limit, wishing they had two more legs, just to escape this hellish place.

However, their struggles were destined to be futile in the face of Ji Wuye, who had already gone mad.

"Trying to leave? Stay here, all of you!"

Ji Wuye let out a deafening roar.

He stomped his foot, and his massive body, like a ferocious beast unleashed from its cage, instantly transformed into a black whirlwind, rushing towards the fleeing assassins.

Although he was powerless against Ying Chen, to these Hundred Birds Assassins, he was still the invincible demon god!

"boom!"

Ji Wuye unleashed a punch, the violent force of which was like a tangible cannonball, directly blasting the three assassins at the forefront into a cloud of blood mist.

Scattered limbs and fragments of internal organs were scattered throughout the hall.

"ah--"

A piercing scream instantly tore through the night sky.

Ji Wuye did not use his "eight-foot" giant blade. He wanted to use the most primitive and brutal method, with his own hands, to tear apart those who had witnessed his humiliation one by one.

He was like a tiger among sheep, rampaging through the ranks of assassins.

He grabbed an assassin's head and squeezed it hard. With a "crack," the assassin's head exploded like a watermelon, and red and white matter splattered all over Ji Wuye's face.

With a sweeping kick, he broke the two assassins who were trying to escape through the window in half at the waist, their internal organs spilling all over the ground.

Blood stained Ji Wuye's armor and his crazed eyes.

He went on a killing spree, each strike taking a life.

He was venting his anger, using the blood of his men to wash away the indelible sense of humiliation deep within his heart.

The hidden weapons, poisons, and combined attack techniques that the Hundred Birds Assassins were so proud of were as fragile as paper in front of the enraged Ji Wuye.

The hall had become a one-sided slaughterhouse.

Screams, the cracking of bones, and the gushing of blood mingled together, creating a chilling symphony of death.

The maids and servants hiding in the corners were terrified and had no strength left to run away. They could only close their eyes in despair and wait for death to come.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The once noisy hall fell into a deathly silence once more.

However, this time, the silence was filled with a pungent, nauseating stench of blood.

Dozens of elite assassins from the Hundred Birds Clan, along with several innocent servants, were all killed, their bodies reduced to mangled corpses lying haphazardly in pools of blood.

The walls, pillars, and ceiling of the hall were splattered with shocking bloodstains.

Ji Wuye stood silently in the center of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, like a demon god bathed in blood.

His black iron armor was completely stained dark red with blood, and blood was still dripping down the edges of the armor.

"Huff... huff..."

Ji Wuye gasped for breath, and the frenzied killing intent in his crimson eyes gradually subsided, restoring a sliver of clarity.

He glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground, a cold smile curving his lips.

well.

Now, nobody knows about his kneeling.

As long as this place is cleaned up, he will still be the great general who makes all of South Korea tremble tomorrow.

As for the loss of these elite birds?

They were just a bunch of tools; once they died, they were gone. As long as the foundation of "Nightfall" remained, he could train another batch at any time.

Ji Wuye turned around, stepping on the sticky blood, and slowly walked to the center of the hall.

There, the enormous ice prison still stood intact, radiating a chilling aura, forming a stark contrast to the surrounding bloody scene that resembled a hellish abyss.

Inside the ice prison, Yan Lingji quietly curled up in a corner.

Her alluring eyes were now filled with shock and confusion.

Ji Wuye looked at Yan Lingji through the thick layer of ice.

The lewdness and greed that had filled his eyes were gone, replaced by a cold, businesslike indifference.

He knew that this woman was no longer prey he could touch.

She was the director's prize.

If anything goes wrong with this gift, or if it is delivered too late, he has no doubt that Ying Chen will appear before him again, and he will absolutely not give him a second chance to kneel.

Ji Wuye took a deep breath, suppressing the last trace of resentment in his heart.

He turned his head, facing the empty night outside the hall, and said in a deep voice:

"Someone come here!"

The sound carried far and wide.

A short while later, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the hall.

A group of guards from the general's mansion, dressed in heavy black armor and with stern faces, rushed into the hall.

These guards were Ji Wuye's true confidants. They had been stationed outside the inner courtyard and had not participated in the siege inside the hall, so they naturally did not see the scene of Ji Wuye kneeling.

When the guards rushed into the hall and saw the dismembered limbs and rivers of blood, even the well-trained guards couldn't help but gasp and their eyes flashed with horror.

But they were well-trained and dared not ask any further questions. They immediately knelt on one knee and shouted in unison:

"Your subordinate is here! Please give your orders, General!"

Ji Wuye ignored their shock. He pointed to the ice prison in the center of the hall and commanded in a cold and harsh tone:

"Immediately arrange for the most discreet carriage to transport the woman, along with this ice prison, safely to Bright Moon Garden!"

Ji Wuye emphasized his words, a dangerous glint in his eyes:

"This matter must be kept absolutely secret. If anything goes wrong on the way, or if even the slightest word leaks out..."

Ji Wuye glanced at the corpses on the ground, his voice as cold as an ice cave in the dead of winter:

"You will suffer the same fate as them!"

Upon hearing this, the commander of the personal guards trembled and immediately responded loudly:

"Yes, sir! I swear to complete the mission, even at the cost of my life!"

Soon, the guards sprang into action.

They found heavy canvas and wrapped the entire ice prison tightly. Then, using a winch, they moved the heavy ice prison onto a specially made, unmarked large carriage.

Under the cover of night, the carriage silently drove out of the back gate of the General's Mansion.

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