My cells devour all worlds.

As Shen Qingshu's shout rang out.

The entire camp erupted into chaos, like a hornet's nest that had been blown apart.

Liu Er and Su Qi, who had just lain down, immediately sprang up from the ground.

The remaining guards and bodyguards also drew their weapons and rushed out.

Dong He leaped onto the carriage, brandished his sword, looked around, and suddenly swiftly slashed down at a shadowy spot.

"Thief, you are so brave!"

Suddenly, a soft hum was heard, shadows flickered, and a figure flashed out like a butterfly flitting among flowers, leisurely passing over the crowd that had surrounded them.

The man was dressed in red, with a face as beautiful as a woman's, and a slender sword in his hand that gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

He smiled, his voice soft, tinged with regret, and said, "What a hassle. Tonight, I only wish to invite Miss Su to enjoy the moon; I have no intention of harming anyone. Why... go to such lengths?"

Su Wanqing and Xiao Huan, who had just peeked out after hearing the commotion, immediately shrank back upon hearing this.

"It's you, the butterfly among the flowers, the willow without a trace!"

Dong He frowned, recognizing the other man, and couldn't help but shout angrily, "You lecherous thief, how dare you lay your hands on Miss Su! Changfeng Escort Agency is here, how can you be so insolent?"

Liu Wuzong smiled contemptuously, "Shen Tianxiong of the Canglan Blade, his name is impressive, but unfortunately he's not here now. Today, you bunch of chickens and dogs are no match for him."

He shook his head and sighed, "Why can't you just pretend you don't see it?"

During the day, he actually planned to use the rabbit to distract Shen Qingshu, create some minor accidents to attract everyone's attention, and then take the opportunity to kidnap Su Wanqing.

This way, you won't expose yourself.

After all, Shen Tianxiong is a well-known figure among first-class martial artists, so it would be best if he didn't target him.

Unfortunately, the plan was ruined.

It's that same person again tonight; they're incredibly lucky.

Liu Wuzong glanced at the figure hiding behind Shen Qingshu, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes.

He's ruined his plans time and time again; I'll have to kill that guy later.

Seeing that he had failed to subdue the other party, Dong He realized that things were not going well.

If Chief Escort Zhao were here, he could simply defeat the enemy.

Although his strength was not much weaker than Zhao the镖头's (镖头's name).

However, his swordsmanship emphasizes power and strength, but lacks agility, which puts him at a disadvantage against opponents like Liu Wuzong who excel in lightness and agility.

Especially considering that the other party has a history of escaping from top-tier martial artists, and their team also includes a young镖头 (bodyguard/escort), if the other party is... then we can only give it a try.

"Then let me experience your superior skills."

Dong He channeled his inner strength, his robes fluttering, and he used all his power from the very beginning.

He strode over to Liu Wuzong's side and swung his broadsword in a half-moon shape.

"Slow, too slow."

Liu Wuzong smiled gently, her figure fluttering like a butterfly, not as if she were dodging, but as if she were dancing.

He easily dodged Dong He's attacks with every move.

After dodging a few more attacks, seemingly tired of it, Liu Wuzong suddenly thrust out his longsword like a snake spitting its tongue.

This instantly put Dong He on high alert, and he hurriedly drew his sword to parry.

Just as he managed to block the longsword, Liu Wuzong kicked out, striking Dong He on the shoulder.

Dong He felt a numbness in his shoulder, and his whole body flew out uncontrollably.

"Chief镖头 Dong!"

The few bodyguards who were about to rush forward to help stopped halfway, unsure of what to do.

Even Chief镖头 Dong was no match for them, let alone them.

When Shen Qingshu saw that Chief镖头 Dong had been tricked, he had already rushed to Su Wanqing's carriage. "Quick, Miss Su, get out of the carriage and come with me. He won't dare to touch me."

Just as Su Wanqing stepped off the carriage, she was suddenly reminded by other people.

"Young镖头, watch out!"

Before the words were finished, the wind blew first, and with it came Liu Wuzong, who had landed on the roof of the carriage.

A smile played on his lips. "Young Master Shen, where are you taking my guest?"

"Now that you know who I am, aren't you afraid my father will cause you trouble?"

Shen Qingshu drew his blade and stood in front of Su Wanqing.

"Threatening me?"

Liu Wuzong narrowed his eyes, moved his feet, and suddenly floated to three steps away from Shen Qingshu, revealing a sickly smile.

"Then I'll just... kill you all! That way no one will know, hahaha."

Shen Qingshu's heart sank to the bottom. Seeing the other party laughing wildly, he couldn't help but have a thought.

He recalled his father's teachings, and suddenly stepped forward, swinging his sword at the unsuspecting Liu Wuzong. "Die!"

However, Liu Wuzong simply extended two fingers and with a little force, he clamped Shen Qingshu's blade.

No matter how hard Shen Qingshu tried, he couldn't move forward an inch.

Liu Wuzong looked at the blade in his hand with a mocking expression. "Tsk tsk, you call this the Canglan Blade Technique? I've long heard that Young Master Shen is 'exceptionally gifted,' and seeing it today, I can see that his reputation is well-deserved."

He emphasized the words "extraordinary talent" very much, and then said:

"Alright then, I'll give you a chance. If you can withstand three of my sword strikes, I'll turn around and leave."

"If you can't accept it, then kneel down, bark three times like a dog, and beg me to spare the... beautiful Miss Su behind you? How about that? Fair enough?"

As he spoke, Liu Wuzong flicked his finger, and the blade flew back instantly, dragging Shen Qingshu as he staggered backward.

Enraged by Liu Wuzong's words, Shen Qingshu trembled violently, his eyes bloodshot, and he hissed, "I'll fight you to the death!"

Before he could regain his footing, Shen Qingshu charged forward with his knife, hacking wildly without any strategy.

Liu Wuzong spun and leaped, his eyes still open.

Like toying with a child, her figure was elusive, narrowly dodging Shen Qingshu's blade each time.

Only after Shen Qingshu's movements slowed noticeably did Liu Wuzong slowly thrust out his slender sword, saying as he did so:

"This sword will slice off your hairpin!"

With a flash of sword light, the jade hairpin that held Shen Qingshu's hair back snapped off, leaving her hair disheveled.

"This sword will tear your clothes!"

With a tearing sound, a long rip was made in the front of Shen Qingshu's clothes, exposing his chest. The chill and shame almost made him faint.

Liu Wuzong's laughter grew increasingly wild, his words sharp and cutting, "Shen Tianxiong was a hero all his life, how could he have given birth to such a good-for-nothing like you?"

"You're not even worthy to carry my shoes! Did your benevolent father hone all his martial arts skills in his words, leaving you with nothing?"

"Protect the young镖头 (bodyguard/escort)!"

Liu Er and the others wanted to come forward to help, but Liu Wuzong simply forced them back with a few moves, leaving them to watch helplessly as Shen Qingshu was humiliated.

Su Wanqing covered her lips tightly, not knowing what to do.

Xiao Huan hugged Su Wanqing tightly, her face full of fear, and couldn't help but think of what Shen Qingshu had said a few days ago.

Lu Sheng had already shielded the two of them and brought them to the front, falling behind at the very back.

He held several pebbles the size of soybeans in his hand, ready to make a move at any moment.

Liu Wuzong's eyes turned cold, a murderous intent flashing within them. "I've had enough of the show. The third sword... will sever one of your arms. Take it back for Chief Escort Shen as a keepsake!"

The sword light suddenly intensified, thrusting straight at Shen Qingshu's right shoulder joint.

The sword strike was both swift and deadly; Shen Qingshu had no chance to react.

Just as the tip of the sword was about to touch Shen Qingshu's shoulder.

Lu Sheng finally moved. With a flick of his finger, a pebble shot out from the darkness, striking Liu Wuzong's sword-wielding hand with pinpoint accuracy.

The force it carried caused Liu Wuzong's arm to tremble, and the tip of his sword deviated several inches, leaving a wound on Shen Qingshu's shoulder.