After saving the Empress, I became the top scholar in the imperial examination.

The scholar turned pale and cried out in fright, his body suddenly lurching forward as he barely dodged the blow!

With his hands tied behind his back, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

He flailed his legs a few times, but couldn't kick Yu Dayong, which made Yu Dayong laugh out loud.

The burly man with a fierce face withdrew his long stick and was about to grab the scholar's foot when the scholar pulled his foot back and, seizing the opportunity, kicked the man's wrist. The force was so weak that Yu Dayong could barely feel it.

"Pah!" Yu Dayong spat with a laugh, "Master Xiao died at the hands of a piece of trash like you, what a waste of his reputation in the North!"

The burly man from Beikan Water Altar glared at the man, threw down his stick, ducked into the cave, and raised his fist to beat the weakling who was flapping his legs like a chick before dragging him out and breaking his legs!

Feng Yu bent his finger and tapped the body of the jar of tribute wine.

The inscription on the altar read "Respectfully presented to the Imperial Son-in-Law Shangguan." He smiled admiringly, brushed off the clay seal, and unceremoniously poured tribute wine into an exquisite golden sacrificial vessel before him, saying with a smile:

"Ning Baixuan is a talented person, and his character is actually quite good. He and we are just working for different masters."

Peng Liangang, with a pig's trotter in his mouth, ordered someone to pour tribute wine into the bronze vessel in front of him, his mouth dripping with oil, and said:

"Say this to the people at the North Kan Water Altar."

Feng Yu choked for a moment, a hint of worry in his eyes, and said with a wry smile, "Sigh, I just hope that Yu Dayong, Xu Huliu and the others won't go too far."

Peng Liangang sneered repeatedly: "Heh heh, Yu Dayong is in the north. He killed six bandits by himself in the mountains! He even gouged out a kid's eyes. He's ruthless! In my opinion, if he spares Ning Baixuan's life, that's already doing justice to the Right Protector."

The tall, thin man next to him chuckled and agreed.

"In terms of martial arts, I and Old Man Peng might be a step above him, but if it's a one-on-one fight, hehe, I don't even have the guts... Yu Dayong is a fierce general, no wonder Xiao Chun and the Right Protector both like him."

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The tall, thin man stretched out one large hand and reached forward to grab.

Five powerful, claw-like fingers came straight at Ning Nan's face.

"I'll kill you!" Yu Dayong shouted, revealing a set of chilling teeth.

He bent down, knelt on one knee, and crouched low into the cave.

The broad back is only an inch from the cave ceiling.

The scholar lay on the ground, staring in terror at his hands. These hands, covered in thick calluses, had gouged out the eyes of many people, and there seemed to be a trace of blood between his fingers.

The man, whose eyes gleamed with excitement at the promise made to him by the Right Protector that he could become the new altar master if he performed another great service, was secretly promised by the Right Protector.

His breathing was heavy and labored.

She planned to first crush half of the scholar's face, then break his legs. While the scholar lay on the ground crying, she would drag the noblewoman beside him and have her fun, making the scholar watch helplessly.

After having his fun, today I'll kill another batch of people for the Right Protector. When I return to the North, Yu Dayong will be the new leader of the Beikan Water Altar!

The cave walls were uneven yet incredibly hard. The tall, fierce warrior, his face flushed with excitement, burst in like a bear, making the already small cave seem even narrower.

The iron-like fingers were less than an inch away from the scholar on the ground.

The scholar kicked him in the stomach again and again, but the kicks were weak and powerless. Yu Dayong, whose abdomen was as hard as iron, couldn't help but groan.

The candlelight flickered in the dimly lit room.

Yu Dayong's expression suddenly froze.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the scholar lying on the ground, covered in cold sweat, suddenly seemed to have changed his demeanor.

From the moment I saw that face to the moment this thought crossed my mind, less than a breath had passed.

In a flash, the scholar's face twisted suddenly, his body on the ground tilted at an angle to dodge Yu Dayong's iron claws, and after quickly adjusting his body, the scholar suddenly pulled his feet back and kicked Yu Dayong upwards!

"Bang!"

With far greater force than before, the two feet kicked Yu Dayong in the face, and Yu Dayong's head slammed violently into the top of the cave!

The stench of blood filled the cave!

Blood bloomed on the back of his head at the top of the cave.

Yu Dayong's eyes widened in horror. He had just felt the pain and his mind was still numb when the scholar pulled his legs back. Suddenly, the hands that should have been handcuffed behind his back opened and pounced on his neck like a storm!

"You dog!" Yu Dayong cursed, but before he could finish, he was speechless. His eyes widened as a gold hairpin was plunged into his neck!

With his mouth agape, Yu Dayong's fighting instincts, honed over the years, made him immediately reach forward and grab Ning Nan's neck with both hands!

"Die, die..." Yu Dayong gasped for breath. He didn't know what was happening, he only knew that he might die. Before he died, he was determined to take this scholar down with him, to drag this dead scholar down with him!

His iron-like hands gripped Ning Nan's neck tightly.

Ning Nan's breath hitched, and his face turned deathly pale.

Just as the whites of his eyes were about to roll out, he immediately withdrew his hands and pried open the other person's fingers like iron clamps.

The farmer from Lijia Village, who had been studying in the capital for nearly two months, had bulging eyes with bloodshot streaks in the whites of his eyes. His face was fierce as he stared intently at the desperado whose throat had been pierced by a gold hairpin. At this moment, the expression on his face no longer resembled that of a scholar!

The boy, who had been helping his widowed mother weed in the fields since he was two years old, gritted his teeth, his eyes fierce, as if he wanted to draw a hunting bow when he was five years old. He shouted "Ah!" and suddenly twisted his arms with force!

The other person's hands were pried wider and wider, and his shouts grew louder and louder.

As the veins in his neck bulged at their highest point, he pried open the other man's hands, twisted them sharply, flipped him over, and pinned him to the ground, his left arm tightly locking the other man's throat.

Yu Dayong's eyes widened in terror, and he stopped breathing.

Two strong, powerful legs thrashed about on the ground, arms bulged, and hands grabbed Ning Nan's arms, trying to pry them open, but they couldn't budge the arms that were just as strong as their own. They then raised their fists to punch and scratch Ning Nan's head, but Ning Nan grinned and dodged their fists and claws.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, blurring his vision. Ning Nan chuckled twice, his face contorted as he whispered in Yu Dayong's ear, "Sorry, sorry... my hand went numb... that's why I didn't manage to stab your carotid artery right away... you... phew... you... you'll just die slowly..."

Yu Dayong stared wide-eyed, his eyeballs gradually bulging out, his tongue sticking out, his face turning white, then blue, then purple, his legs becoming weaker and weaker, and his hands gripping Ning Nan's left arm becoming increasingly unable to hold on.

The tall, thin man stretched out his five fingers, picked up a small dish of beef tongue, and placed it in front of him.

"Hey," he chuckled, stuffing a piece of beef tongue into his mouth, "Why worry so much? Even if Yu Dayong is stupid, he still knows his limits. As long as Ning Baixuan doesn't die, what can the Right Protector say?"

"Besides," the tall, thin man said, squinting, "we're definitely going to have a fight later, and we're counting on their brothers. If we don't let them vent their anger, not only will they be upset, but even we Shen brothers won't be satisfied!"

The others nodded in agreement with Master Shen's words. As long as the Right Protector's important matter was not delayed, the brothers of the Beikan Water Altar should indeed be allowed to vent their anger.

This is also why the Right Protector had Yu Dayong and the other two watch over that weakling from underground.

Feng Yu's eyes were complicated. He sighed deeply, feeling somewhat uneasy. After thinking for a moment, he simply closed his eyes, moved his lips slightly, and silently began to recite the "Comprehensive Book of the Three Yangs Responding to Calamities".

Ning Nan pulled the gold hairpin from Yu Dayong's throat with a sudden burst of force with his right hand, but his left arm remained firmly in place.

Even if the other party has stopped making a move.

Ning Nan also inserted the gold hairpin into the other person's temple and stirred it.

Seeing that the other party still did not move at all, he relaxed his gaze, released his left arm, turned his body to the side, lay on his back, and breathed heavily.

A few breaths later.

He glanced at the female disciple who was huddled in the corner, covering her mouth tightly.

The female disciple stared intently at Yu Dayong, who lay dead with his eyes wide open.

Ning Nan wiped the sweat from his brow, lay on the ground, and chuckled, "Oh, scared yet?"