Even emperors have it tough, so don't be too picky about the entries.

The poster suddenly stood up.

The gloom on his face was instantly washed away by joy.

He straightened his clothes and repeatedly ordered wine and dishes to be prepared.

They roused all the idlers in the hall to line up and greet them.

The host personally greeted him, but after taking two steps, he turned back, kicked off his shoes, picked up his bowl, and rushed out in a flurry.

A young assassin nearby, unfamiliar with the older generation's reputation, whispered, asking what was going on and why the host was behaving so strangely.

The old assassin next to him immediately slapped himself on the back of the head.

"Even they don't know? These five are the ruthless people the poster mentioned!"

The eldest brother, Zhentian, was surrounded by three hundred government troops on Tongguan Road for a whole day and night, but he single-handedly killed all three hundred of them.

Feeling unsatisfied and not exciting enough after killing them, he cut up the bodies of three hundred more and arranged them neatly.

The second brother, Scarface, was even more ruthless, a notorious womanizer in the underworld.

Unlike ordinary thieves, he liked to pick his own hair in front of other women's men.

Afterwards, he picked her again in front of the woman.

Double the humiliation.

The third brother has an iron tongue; he'll swallow anything.

Leaving aside living creatures, this guy's record is swallowing a whole furnace of red-hot charcoal.

He may not be the strongest, but he is definitely the most disgusting person.

The fourth brother, Black Impermanence, and the fifth brother, White Impermanence, are twins and the most mysterious.

All those who saw them in this world are now dead.

A moment later, the landlord returned with his eldest, second, and third brothers, all beaming with smiles.

The original poster has stopped eating noodles.

"Quickly! Bring out the best dishes and the strongest liquor! I want to treat these five people to a welcome feast!"

Early in the morning, a banquet was set up in the main hall of the Golden Breeze and Drizzle Pavilion.

Several square tables were put together.

The table was piled high with meat and wine, with roast chicken, braised pork hock, and braised beef being served one after another.

The mud seals on several jars of aged wine were broken, and the aroma of wine mixed with the smell of meat filled the entire hall.

The poster, Ximen Gucheng, personally poured wine for the Five Ghosts of Shaanxi.

"Let's drink! With you all here, I can finally relax."

All the assassins in the building who could come back did, and the hall was packed with people, with toasts and laughter filling the air, and flattery and burps flying everywhere.

A new recruit, his face flushed, stood up with a wine glass in hand, clearly having drunk quite a bit. He shouted at the top of his lungs towards the Five Ghosts:

"The Five Demons of Shanxi march forth, leaving not a blade of grass standing! Your humble servant raises a toast to you gentlemen!"

Upon hearing this, Lei Zhentian, the leader of the Five Ghosts, suddenly put down his chopsticks.

He turned his head and stared intently at the younger guy.

The entire hall sensed something was wrong and fell silent instantly.

"What did your kid just say? Shanxi?"

"We are from Shaanxi, Shaanxi! The Shaanxi where the red lilies bloom! It's Shaanxi, not Shanxi!"

"You little bastard, you can't even tell the difference between place names, yet you dare to come out and offer a toast!"

The younger brother was completely bewildered; what kind of rhyme was that?

The poster next to him changed his expression drastically and tugged at Lei Zhentian's sleeve.

"Ignorance is no excuse, please give me some face..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lei Zhentian had already made his move.

He grabbed the underling's head and squeezed it hard—thud!

He killed someone on the spot.

Then, with both hands, they would tear him into eight pieces.

The second brother immediately stopped him.

He chuckled:

"Brother, please save some for me. I'll eat it while it's hot."

The third brother sighed in frustration, "Damn it, the second brother beat me to it again."

Ximen Gucheng coughed twice.

He waved his hand, and immediately someone carried the underling's body out.

"We're all on the same side, no need to hold a grudge. You've all come from afar, come on, let's have a drink and try the braised pork knuckle from Beijing."

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

The host waved his hand, dismissing the onlookers who were still playing drinking games.

Only a few core elderly people remained in the hall.

"Boss Lei, we've had our drinks and food, now it's time to get down to business."

"Chen Shao is a very strange man. Ruolan and Zhisou both suffered losses because of him. What are your plans, five brothers, to deal with him? Do you have any strategies?"

"Strange?"

Lei Zhentian laughed loudly, looking up at the sky:

"Any scheme or trickery is utterly futile in the face of absolute power!"

"Whether he's human or ghost, we'll charge in from the front, cleave him in two with one strike, it's that simple."

He pulled out his famous broadsword from behind his back; the blade was thick and heavy, and the edge gleamed coldly.

"This sword has been with me for twenty years, and it has already unlocked the power to kill ten thousand men. What is a mere minor emperor worth mentioning?"

Su Ruolan sat opposite, holding a bowl of white rice, and muttered to herself:

"Chen Shao seems to be invulnerable to swords and spears; a knife shouldn't be able to hurt him."

The hall fell silent, and everyone turned to look at her.

Su Ruolan hurriedly picked up some food and whispered:

"I was just saying, you guys continue, continue."

Lei Zhentian's face twitched twice, he snorted heavily, and slammed his broadsword on the ground.

"Let's put aside whether he's invulnerable to swords and spears or not; even if he were, so what?"

"In the world of martial arts, speed is the only way to break through. The second brother's swordsmanship is as fast as lightning, and the blade is coated with poison that he personally concocted, so that it can kill without drawing blood."

Even if he were invulnerable to swords and spears, he would still die from bleeding from all seven orifices if poison entered his nose.

Su Ruolan muttered to herself again:

"Chen Shao seems to be immune to all poisons; even the sedative pills personally prepared by the master last time didn't work..."

The hall fell silent again.

All eyes turned to Su Ruolan again.

She quickly shoveled a few more mouthfuls of rice into her mouth: "I was just saying, you guys continue, continue..."

Lei Zhentian took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently as he desperately suppressed his anger.

After glaring fiercely at Su Ruolan, he sneered:

"So what if he's immune to all poisons? Strength can overcome anything. If the five of us team up, who can stand against us head-on? Can you even hold him off, OP?"

The original poster shook their head and answered very sincerely:

"I can't stop it."

"Can Chen Shao stop him?" Lei Zhentian laughed heartily.

Su Ruolan muttered to herself again:

"Chen Shao slapped Helian Xiong so hard he flew away. Helian Xiong was the number one warrior of Northern Mang, a master of martial arts who excelled in head-on combat..."

As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer.

Everyone stared at her with wide, angry eyes.

"I...I was just saying..."

The five ghosts of Shanxi could no longer stand her whispered nagging.

At the same time, he slammed his hand on the table, and several burly men stood up.

"Su Ruolan, if you have a problem with us Five Ghosts, you might as well say so. Why keep boosting their morale and belittling ours?"

Su Ruolan buried her face in the bowl.

"I...I was just offering a friendly reminder..."

"Can't you just eat your food properly?"