Three days later.
Inside the governnt office.
Zhong Shenxiu leaned against the door, watching Han Xing lead a group of Nine Elents Sect mbers practicing martial arts.
As an elite disciple of the Nine Elents Sect, he practiced the "Nine Elents Sword Scripture". The Qiushui Long Swallow Sword in his hand danced with silver light, which was quite a spectacle.
But in Zhong Shenxiu’s view, it seed a bit too ostentatious.
After all, martial arts were about killing the enemy in the quickest way possible; these fancy moves didn’t an much.
As Han Xing wielded his sword, the surrounding Nine Elents Sect disciples cheered loudly, their palms turning red from clapping.
Occasionally, they would cast proud glances at Zhong Shenxiu.
Zhong Shenxiu didn’t even need to ask to know the aning behind their gazes—’See that? This is the strength of a disciple from a prestigious sect, as well as the martial arts of the Xuann Orthodox...’
’This Jianghu hierarchy, I’ve had enough. A re Sect Master who has been on the list for just one year, what’s there to show off?’
He rolled his eyes secretly, when a gentle voice reached his ears: "The Nine Elents Sect was established with the ’Nine Elents Sword Scripture’, and its secret recipe ’Nine Elents Soup’ can assist in blood transformation. It holds so fa within these three hundred miles..."
Zhong Shenxiu turned around and saw Yan Wushuang, dressed in the Divine Capture Sect’s official uniform, approaching gracefully.
Seeing her arrival, Han Xing imdiately perford a flashy sword move and sheathed his sword elegantly, looking slightly excited, seemingly infatuated with this Goddess Constable.
Zhong Shenxiu thought to himself that this fellow really lacked discernnt; a female arrest officer from the Divine Capture Sect was not a good match.
Besides, even if he did manage to marry her, he doubted the Nine Elents Sect Master could control her. Imagining a scenario where she roared like a lioness and the whole Nine Elents Sect kneeled in submission, the scene seed almost too beautiful.
"Ladies and gentlen, it’s ti for you to act."
Yan Wushuang did not give Han Xing any pleasant expression, but directly said, "According to the confessions of the Five Poison Sect Disciples, they have an outpost outside the city. We’ll go and uproot it. You have three-quarters of an hour to prepare. Once the ti cos, we’ll set out imdiately... If anyone disobeys, I’ll kill him first!"
The murderous intent in those last words made even Zhong Shenxiu shudder, knowing it was no bluff.
"Please rest assured, Chief Yan. I will definitely slay those demons from the Five Poison Sect."
Han Xing spoke passionately, unaware that Zhong Shenxiu looked even more perturbed.
That day, that ordinary Five Poison Sect disciple had left a deep impression on him, seeming quite strong.
If there were a few more like that, he himself might face embarrassnt.
This Han Xing’s martial skills, well...
Hopefully, the Nine Elents Sect will not be too heartbroken in the future.
Three-quarters of an hour later, Yan Wushuang, true to her word, imdiately led the team out.
Besides the Nine Elents Sect disciples and Zhong Shenxiu, the idler, there were a group of constables from the Divine Capture Sect in their official uniforms—this was the true force she relied on.
’This ti, I might actually witness the martial prowess of soone from the top ten of the list.’
Zhong Shenxiu followed behind Yan Wushuang, with a group walking out of Anshan City, feeling sowhat expectant.
Outside the city at Three Miles Slope.
Little Black Village.
Outside the village, Yan Wushuang stopped everyone, and it was then that Zhong Shenxiu learned the specific location of their mission.
"According to the intelligence, the prominent Tian Family in this village harbors disciples of the Five Poison Sect, their cris heinous. In a mont, I’ll first send soone to guard the gates with crossbows while you charge in!"
"This is military law. I will charge at the forefront. If I retreat a step, you may execute ; if you retreat, there are people behind ready to execute you."
The Evil Qi around Yan Wushuang suddenly intensified.
Han Xing unconsciously glanced away, seeming to truly recognize the prowess of this Goddess Constable for the first ti.
"Attack!"
She waved her hand grandly, and a bunch of constables rushed into Little Black Village, sealing off a large estate.
"Let’s go!"
Yan Wushuang made good on his promise, charging in first through the door.
Zhong Shenxiu sighed inside, having no choice but to follow behind.
"Who is it? How dare you trespass into soone’s ho?"
The Tian Family’s estate was extensive, with triple courtyards. At this mont, several hospital guards rushed out seemingly unaware of what was happening.
However, upon seeing the dragon and fish emblazoned on Yan Wushuang’s clothes, their expressions changed to terror, "Governnt officer?!"
"The imperial court is handling affairs here, resistance will be t with death!"
Yan Wushuang’s cold shout displayed a level of commanding authority that could only have been cultivated by soone from the officialdom.
At this ti, in the backyard of the Tian estate, a few disciples of the Five Poison Sect gathered together, "Has our hiding place been compromised?"
"It must be Miao Xie who encountered problems. He said he was going into Anshan City, then we lost contact with him," a Five Poison Sect disciple said resentfully.
"I don’t believe it. Brother Miao is exceptionally strong and steadfast. How could he possibly betray us?"
Another younger mber couldn’t believe it, not understanding the horrors of the official torture.
"What’s the point of talking now? Split up and run; saving just one of us is still a win. This isn’t Miaojiang!"
The leading disciple, with blue patterns on his face, made a decision.
"Ah!"
Just then, a scream ca from outside.
Zhong Shenxiu saw with his own eyes, how a so-called master of the Tian Family, a hidden martial arts expert, was chopped down by Yan Wushuang.
In the front courtyard, several disciples of the Five Poison Sect burst out, with a blue-faced tattooed man leading them, charging towards their group.
Clearly confident in his martial arts, he aid to draw the officers’ attention to give his younger disciples a chance to escape.
In many ways, this man was bold and skilled, perhaps not far off from the Sect Master of Nine Elents Sect.
Had Yan Wushuang not been leading the team today, his choice might have been the right one.
But now, he was undoubtedly striking an iron plate.
"Jialan!"
Yan Wushuang sheathed his sword with a shout, grasping the handle with his right hand and striking out.
Bang!
The force of the blow whistled through the air, and amidst that, Zhong Shenxiu thought he could even hear a chant.
This strike imdiately crushed the blue-faced disciple’s technique, and not only that, it hit the disciple squarely in the face, flipping him over, his expression stunned.
It seed the strength of the opposing side was so overwhelming it left him questioning, who am I? Where am I? What should I do? — the three philosophical questions.
’This Jialan Fan Hand with one move can send one to heaven or to hell, embodying both evil spirits and the divine in its powerful yet subtle energy... Today, I have truly observed it,’ Zhong Shenxiu inwardly remarked, then saw the disciple flip like a carp, spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and turn to flee.
There was no choice but to run!
From just that one move, this disciple of the Five Poison Sect recognized that the opponent was impossibly strong.
In fact, if not for his bursting inner strength that had offset most of the force from that strike, his condition would not be simply spitting out blood.
Since that was the case, why not run?
Beating the fallen dog, Zhong Shenxiu loved it most.
He misstepped to appear right behind the fleeing Five Poison Sect disciple, struck a blow with the Five Elents Thief Palm and suddenly imprinted it onto the disciple’s lower back.
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