In front of the West Chamber Yamen.
Boom!
Several sword Qi clashed with the Startling Salamander Sword.
It emitted a dazzling sword light.
The floor was also torn open, and sword qi swept across wantonly.
The originally luxurious facade of the West Hall was now in tatters.
Only the words 'West Hall' on the plaque remained.
Swoosh!
The Startling Salamander leaped into the air and landed on the ground. Her right hand hung down, and drops of blood fell from the tip of her sword.
But it was not hers.
It was the sword slaves that Slave Bian had brought.
"Good move!" Slave Bian's eyes were solemn. He looked at the Startling Salamander and sneered."However, are you trying to make an enemy of my master by attacking so rashly? Or could it be that the supervisor of the West Hall couldn't control his dog?”
He had said a few more arrogant words earlier.
However, he did not expect the Startling Salamander to not indulge him and directly attack ruthlessly.
If it wasn't for the sword slaves and border slaves forming a sword formation, they really wouldn't be a match for the Startling Salamander.
A dog?
Upon hearing this, Ying Jin's eyes darkened. He looked at Slave Bian."A Sword Saint of the Qi Kingdom isn't worthy of being a tyrant in Great Qin.”
"My master didn't cause trouble in Great Qin. He only heard about the West Hall's medicinal pills and wanted to ask for them.”Slave Bian naturally wouldn't be caught. He looked at Ying Jin coldly.""Is this how you treat your guests?”
"Treat guests? Are evil guests considered guests?" Jing Li's cold voice sounded as she looked around.
At some point, there were already many people watching.
These people had different expressions. Some were shocked, some were surprised, and some were sneering.
But there were no exceptions.
All of them were looking at him with unfriendly gazes.
West Hall had been notorious for killing too many people these days and had offended even more people.
If Slave Bian went to other places, someone might stop him.
But West Hall?
Most of the people were eager to see the West Hall suffer a loss so that they could extinguish their arrogance.
Someone even shouted at the side,"Don't you use the Small Rejuvenating Pill to absorb people with martial arts? The Sword Saint of the Qi Kingdom was a big shot. Why didn't he give them the pills properly? I might be able to give you a few pointers or leave you a sword slave or two.”
"You're right. It's time to reorganize the West Hall.”
"I think Qi Ren is right. A dog should behave like a dog.”
The crowd jeered.
Slave Bian was arrogant. He sneered and said,""Now, it is no longer possible to simply offer medicinal pills. I still need you, a woman from the West Hall, to serve me for a day. Otherwise, ha…"
The more Xi Chang showed weakness, the more reckless he became.
Because…
The Sword Saint of Qi State was standing behind him!
This time, he was ordered to come to the West Hall to look for trouble.
And this was also Slave Bian's sword stance, which nurtured arrogance and arrogance.
Ta Ta Ta Ta!
At this moment.
The low and oppressive sound of footsteps suddenly rang out, followed by the sound of dense footsteps.
Everyone turned to look at the West Hall.
He saw dozens of West Hall cavalry walking out with sabers in their hands.
Under the stars surrounding the moon, another person slowly walked out. He was dressed in a red fish-dragon robe, and his face was so handsome that he did not seem to be from the human world. His eyes looked indifferently at the surroundings and said indifferently,"Serve? You want me to serve you? Even if your master came, he wouldn't dare to say that.”
His cold words resounded throughout the entire long street.
It also made everyone hold their breaths.
It wasn't because they feared the might of the West Hall, but because of Xia Ning's imposing manner.
Although they had long heard that Xia Ning had turned Zhang Ming into blood mist in front of He Zhong, the master of Legalism, those who had not seen it before still underestimated the power of this supervisor of West Military Yard.
Under the moonlight.
Xia Ning stood with her hands behind her back, her momentum was like a monstrous wave, drowning everything.
The thick smell of blood filled everyone's nose and mouth.
It made people feel as if they were in hell.
The strength of his momentum was enough to make people tremble.
"My master…" Just as Slave Bian was about to speak, he saw a smear of scarlet. In an instant, alarm bells rang in his heart.
Clang!
The sound of a sword being drawn suddenly rang out.
Slave Bian and several sword slaves drew their swords at the same time, instantly forming an extremely majestic sword Qi.
The sword Qi was so powerful that it seemed to cover the sky and the sun, as if it wanted to destroy everything.
This was also Slave Bian's strongest sword.
It connected everyone's sword intent and gathered into a sword move!
However…
Facing this sword.
Xia Ning just calmly waved her long red gilded sleeves, and three thousand red threads appeared in the sky.
In the next moment.
A formless chill filled the world.
The sound of the wind, the sword light, and even the moonlight were completely obscured by it.
Hiss!
Immediately, the sound of flesh being torn apart rang out.
Everyone's eyes turned red. It was not the fake red from before, but the real red from blood.
Drip, drip, drip.
Slave Bian and several sword slaves still maintained the posture of drawing their swords.
However, dense red threads appeared on their bodies, tearing their bodies apart like swimming dragons.
Endless blood spurted out.
It flowed on the ground.
There was a muffled bang.
The border slaves and several sword slaves turned into a pool of blood.
The people on the streets and in the pavilions who witnessed everything, whether they were ordinary people or martial arts experts, all felt their scalps go numb. They felt as if they had turned into blood and were drenched in cold sweat.
Such methods…
Too strange…
Even Ying Jin was frightened. He looked at Xia Ning in shock. When had she reached such a realm?
Celestial Techniques
Unlike others, Ying Jin was at the peak of the Great Grandmaster Realm and was about to enter the Celestial Being Realm.
He could feel Xia Ning's power the most.
Even Ying Jin did not dare to say that he could withstand such a technique. In fact, he had even sensed a long-lost deathly aura the instant the three thousand red threads appeared. This technique…It was enough to kill him!
"Demons and Demons!"
"Dog!"
"Did you guys enjoy scolding just now?" Xia Ning's cold gaze shifted to the surroundings.
Everyone who looked at him was avoiding him. No one dared to look him in the eye.
At this moment, the might of the Governor of the West Hall was truly known to everyone.
However, they only knew the power.
But I don't know the danger of the West Chamber.
Xia Ning glanced at the Startling Salamander and said softly,""You did well this time. Since when does our West Hall need to care about what the world thinks? All we need is a bad reputation.”
As soon as he finished speaking.
Three thousand red threads appeared again.
Ying Jin's pupils dilated.
However, it was already a little too late.
In an instant, the 3,000 red threads were like 3,000 sharp blades, whistling out. They were no longer as strange and feminine as before.
Instead, it was like a monstrous wave crashing upwards.
Kacha!
With Xia Ning as the center.
The surrounding stone slabs cracked and shattered. Ripples that were visible to the naked eye swept past, and a cruel and cold killing intent erupted.
Boom!
The long street was instantly in chaos. The people who had been mocking and ridiculing him earlier were all entangled by the surging red threads.
In a short moment, it turned into blood.
The originally lively long street suddenly turned into a purgatory of Asura, and those people who mocked them no longer existed.
Xia Ning looked at Ying Jin coldly,""Master, since you've entered the West Hall, you're a member of the West Hall."
Ying Jin was silent.
The atmosphere also became oppressive and heavy.
"Frightening Salamander, Conceal Sun, send people to surround Minister Lu's residence…" Xia Ning ignored Ying Jin's reaction and looked in Lu Buwei's direction. Three thousand red threads once again hid in her sleeves,""Today, we will destroy the Prime Minister's estate."
He had planned to find an opportunity to deal with Lu Buwei later.
But now, it seemed like Lu Buwei had given himself the opportunity.
He colluded with the Sword Saint of Qi State.
Attempting to murder the king of Qin.
This was Lu Buwei's crime.
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