Excessive ferocity due to caution

After the fall of the Zhou Dynasty, the various schools of thought fell into a long period of silence.

Their strength waned, and their talent dwindled.

Even after so many years of recuperation, it still cannot compare to the former glory of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Among the various schools of thought, there are not many martial artists who have reached the Tiger Roar and Dragon Cry realm.

The vast world of six kingdoms is worth no more than five figures.

And most of them are old figures who were the main figures in the Hundred Schools of Thought.

There are only a little over a thousand Tiger Roar and Dragon Cry Realm warriors who have come to this place.

In martial arts, each realm is a different level, and martial artists at different realms... are almost impossible to fight!

Even a swordsman as rare as Fan Qingxue could never have defeated Ren Wudi if he hadn't ascended to immortality with a single sword strike!

The gap is too big!

"Who are you trying to fool?"

"Three thousand experts at the Tiger Roar and Dragon Cry Realm? You think they exist just because you say so?"

The man with the knife was sweating profusely, but he remained defiant.

The lackey of the King of Qi said with a sob:

"My goodness! You have a knife to my throat, do you think I would lie to you?"

"That Wei Xuezhong is an old monster who has lived for three hundred years. His cultivation is unparalleled. He is in charge of all three thousand assassins. They never leave the forbidden tomb of Qi Kingdom!"

After hearing Wei Xuezhong's name several times, someone in the crowd finally remembered and exclaimed in surprise:

"Wei Xuezhong...isn't that the eunuch who assisted King Wu of Qi?"

"According to historical records, he was clearly buried alive with King Wu of Qi!"

"Is it really possible for someone in this world to live for three hundred years?!"

The King of Qi's lackey trembled as he said:

"Wei Xuezhong faked his death..."

"Before his death, King Wu of Qi built a fake tomb for himself, claiming it was to have Wei Xuezhong buried with him. In reality, he used his tomb as a secret base to train assassins for Wei Xuezhong..."

"These loyal warriors are only loyal to Wei Xuezhong and the King of Qi. Unless absolutely necessary, they will never appear in the sunlight until they die of old age in their tombs..."

"My father was a cook back then. After his death, I took over the job, which is why I know these secrets and am still alive!"

Amidst the commotion, a chilling wind blew in from outside the tomb, carrying with it a strong malevolent aura.

The group quickly made their way to the entrance of the tomb. Through the massive entrance, they saw a long, black line closing in...

Those densely packed figures were all sword-wielding men dressed in the dragon robes of the Qi Kingdom court!

"It truly is... the Realm of Tiger's Roar and Dragon's Cry..."

Several Confucian disciples near the entrance turned pale.

Those people dressed in the dragon robes of the Qi Dynasty all had pale, effeminate faces and thin bodies, but their aura was exceptionally terrifying!

The powerful auras of the three thousand Tiger Roar and Dragon Cry realms converged, and the oppressive feeling alone was enough to almost make people collapse!

If they were outside, they would fight to the death to break through, and there would be a 30-40% chance of survival.

But at this moment, they were all in the front hall of the tomb. The entrance to the tomb was only so big, and a few dozen people could only go out at a time...

The exit is currently blocked by three thousand experts at the Tiger Roar and Dragon Cry Realm. Without the cultivation of the Transcendent Mortal Realm, going out would almost certainly mean instant death!

They... have been trapped and died in this great tomb!

Zhao Yi's gaze pierced through the three thousand assassins, where a vague, shadowy figure could be seen!

He sat in the sedan chair.

Through the sheer curtain, only the shadow of a head could be seen.

Appearing and disappearing intermittently.

The slightest aura emanating from it sent chills down one's spine!

Zhao Yi knew that this person was Wei Xuezhong.

That old eunuch who lived for three hundred years.

"What a terrifying aura..."

Standing next to Zhao Yi, Su Qingyao gripped the green umbrella tightly, her face filled with solemnity.

This guy...

It's an absolute harbinger of bad luck!

"With him in charge... I'm afraid we won't be able to get out."

As soon as she finished speaking, an old man in a gray robe from Hidden Sword Manor exclaimed in astonishment:

"The Five Sects converge at the Origin, the Vast and Universe is One..."

"That Wei Xuezhong... is actually a martial artist at the Great Qi Realm. No wonder he has lived for three hundred years..."

"With such a master guarding the outside... I'm afraid we're truly doomed here!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, despair spread throughout the tomb.

Someone sighed deeply, threw away the blood-stained weapon in their hand, and laughed bitterly:

"We chase fame and fortune, fighting each other for a treasure that doesn't even exist, only to end up buried here together."

"Perhaps... this is fate!"

Another person sighed:

"People die for wealth, birds die for food... The ancients were truly wise!"

"But that King Qi is truly ruthless..."

"They don't even spare their own country's talent..."

An old man holding a banner stroked his beard and said wistfully:

"Confucian scholars use their literary skills to disrupt the law, while chivalrous individuals use their martial arts to break the law."

"King Qi intends to create a world without chaos through swift and decisive action..."

The Confucian scholar coldly replied:

"It's clear that King Qi is inherently cruel and has uncontrollable ambition; why bother to exaggerate his abilities?"

"Without the various schools of thought, would there be no more chaos?"

"It should be known that... wherever there are people, there is a world of intrigue and conflict."

Just as everyone was feeling down, the assassins outside suddenly stopped and stood guard quietly a hundred paces from the gate.

"Why did they stop?"

"Because we didn't go deep into the tomb, their mechanisms couldn't harm us."

"Moreover, with so many of us inside, they will also pay a heavy price if they rush in."

"Even so, we are doomed. Wei Xuezhong only needs to lead his men to guard outside. In less than ten days or half a month, we will be exhausted. At that time..."

Everyone was heavy-hearted.

Death is not scary.

Waiting to die is what's truly terrifying!

Some martial artists, unable to withstand the oppressive feeling, angrily drew their swords, leaped out, and charged out to fight!

Moments later, their terrified, blood-stained heads were thrown in...

The crowd looked at the heads on the ground, their faces grim.

They knew this was a threat from the assassins outside!

Su Xingcan stood at the doorway, his brows furrowed as he looked at the assassins outside and Wei Xuezhong in the sedan chair.

In this situation, it would be very difficult for Zhao Yi to break out!

Wei Xuezhong alone is enough for Zhao Yi to deal with, not to mention the three thousand elite soldiers supporting him.

He glanced at Zhao Yi, only to find that Zhao Yi was very calm, seemingly having no intention of leaving.

Su Xingcan's eyes lit up as she leaned closer to Zhao Yi and whispered:

"Brother Zhao, do you have a way to get out of this predicament?"

Zhao Yi said calmly:

"wait."

Su Xingcan:

"Waiting for whom?"

Zhao Yi's lips curled into a smile.

"Waiting for that person... who made a promise to challenge me to a duel on the Star Gazing Platform."

Upon hearing this, Su Xingcan's eyes lit up.

Invincible!

P.S.: I need to take a dump, now I'll move on to the next chapter.