A ghostly figure suddenly appeared behind Uncle Wang, right in the blind spot.
Ah Li had been in Nanxia for a year, yet her assassination skills showed no signs of dullness.
"Don’t go, run away quickly!"
Chen Tang noticed the scene and, ignoring the intense pain in his chest, shouted in a low voice.
Even though Ah Li was Ghost Concealnt, it was impossible for her to harm the Grandmaster.
Moreover, it was a Peak Grandmaster!
Given the current situation, the more people who could escape, the better.
If it had been Ah Li from a year ago, she wouldn’t have thought twice and would have fled imdiately.
But now, seeing Chen Tang seriously injured, she did not hesitate at all and charged directly at Uncle Wang!
Uncle Wang didn’t even turn his head, rely snorted softly and casually swung backward, his wide robe sleeves infused with imnse inner power striking the ghostly shadow heavily.
All the Floating Light and Shadow, Stealth Technique, and Shadow Dual Daggers were rendered utterly useless in the face of absolute strength.
Bang!
Ah Li’s body flew like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the counter and breaking countless jars of wine.
In an instant, the scent of alcohol filled the entire hall.
The surroundings were a complete ss.
Ah Li lay motionless on the ground.
"Ah Li!"
Chen Tang struggled, trying to stand up, but ultimately couldn’t support his body, only able to call out.
Ah Li did not respond, her life or death unknown.
"Ah!"
The innkeeper, originally hiding behind the counter, didn’t dodge in ti, splashed with wine, cried out, and scrambled outside.
With a slight flick of his toes, Uncle Wang sent the chopstick holder that had fallen to the ground into the air, and several pairs of chopsticks fell out.
Swish!
Uncle Wang casually flicked his fingers.
A chopstick flashed by, instantly embedding into the innkeeper’s temple, piercing through to the other side, its montum not exhausted, deeply nailing into the wall before stopping halfway.
The innkeeper’s body froze, his face flooded with panic, confusion, and fear.
Blood stread from both temples, horrifying to behold!
With a thud, the innkeeper fell to the ground, already dead.
"Crazy, truly crazy!"
The bearded man was scared dumb, muttering to himself.
This honest innkeeper had just passed the New Year, guarding his family shop alone, yet encountered such a calamity.
"Ah!"
The woman by the stove finally reacted, letting out a scream.
The fur-clad man stood nervously, instinctively shielding his wife.
Uncle Wang remained expressionless, casually flicking a few more tis.
Two more chopsticks flew out.
Thud! Thud!
One pierced through the fur-clad man and woman’s foreheads, nailing them together to death.
The other bearded man also couldn’t escape, not uttering a word before being impaled through the forehead by a chopstick.
By the stove, the only one left was a shivering child, huddled beside his parents’ bodies.
Uncle Wang still showed no signs of stopping.
A figure flashed by, blocking the child.
Song Wu slightly lowered his head, and said in a deep voice: "General, this is just a child, he doesn’t understand what we’re saying, there’s no need to worry about him..."
Before Song Wu could finish speaking, Uncle Wang acted as if he hadn’t heard, already sidestepping past him.
Arriving by the stove, Uncle Wang picked up the trembling child, smiling faintly, gently saying: "Child, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid."
As he spoke, Uncle Wang stroked the child’s back.
The child, already scared speechless, just pursed his lips, not daring to make a sound, tears constantly flowing.
Slap!
Uncle Wang suddenly raised his hand and struck the child’s back.
The child shuddered, head drooping, already lifeless.
Chen Tang stared coldly, a fury and killing intent beyond asure.
An inexplicable force roiled within his chest, as if wanting to burst forth!
Perhaps Uncle Wang was a loyal official.
Maybe, to Nanxia, he was an invaluable, capable minister, strategizing with foresight and cunning.
But people like Uncle Wang, for the sake of his proclaid empire, for his purposes, would stop at nothing, rciless and ruthless, slaughtering innocents, weak won and children, without hesitation.
These people hadn’t offended him; his only reason for killing was to silence witnesses.
And yet at ease with himself.
"General."
Song Wu was silent for a long ti, then asked: "Since you tasked with killing Chen Tang, why did you act personally?"
Uncle Wang smiled faintly, saying: "Chen Tang is also a Third Grade, you may not be his match; what if you can’t defeat him, and he escapes?"
Song Wu remained silent.
He knew his previous thoughts had been seen through by Uncle Wang.
By heavily injuring Chen Tang, Uncle Wang had permanently severed the possibility of their cooperation.
This commander of the Northern Expedition Army was not only lethally skilled but also ticulous, leaving them no chance.
Uncle Wang said calmly: "Song Wu, he now has all his ridians severed, a cripple, powerless. Go kill him."
Song Wu stood still, unmoving.
Uncle Wang said: "I was planning to arrange a marriage for you with Feng Xiao Fairy, to manage the Drunken Immortal Tower, gradually controlling the Martial World. With your origins in Peach Blossom Valley and my support in secret, within ten years, the Jianghu would be unified."
"At that ti, with Dao Jian commanding the Northern Expedition Army and you controlling the Jianghu, Nanxia’s internal strife would be resolved, and I could focus on preparations for the northern expedition."
Uncle Wang patted Song Wu on the shoulder, saying: "The road is laid before you, don’t disappoint ."
Song Wu understood the underlying aning of Uncle Wang’s words.
To truly gain Uncle Wang’s trust and a teoric rise, he needed to present Chen Tang’s head.
This was Uncle Wang’s test for him.
"Song was taught by the nine teachers of Peach Blossom Valley, imparting skills and morals."
Song Wu shook his head, saying: "Today, if I draw my blade against Brother Chen, even if it earns great prospects, my conscience will never be at peace. Betraying friends for glory is sothing Song cannot do."
"Naïve!"
Uncle Wang sneered: "There’s no such thing as friendship between people, only an exchange of interests. If you have no value, no one will want to be your friend."
"Song Wu, you’ve been in the Northern Expedition Army all these years, and you’re good in many ways, but you haven’t worn away that Jianghu spirit."
"Working for , I don’t need your Jianghu spirit, your loyalty and friendships. I only need you to follow orders and remain unwavering in loyalty!"
Song Wu’s face was impassive as water, shaking his head: "Apologies, General, I cannot comply."
Uncle Wang remained expressionless, sighing softly.
"How have I treated you in the past half year?"
Uncle Wang asked.
Song Wu replied: "The General has treated well, even saving my life during the great battle in the Capital City."
"But today, for this so-called friend, you defy my orders!"
As Uncle Wang said this, his expression suddenly changed. He raised his hand, striking towards the window, shouting sternly: "Who’s there!"
Boom!
His palm shattered the wooden window, cold wind sweeping into the hall.
Outside, however, there was no one.
But in the next mont, the wooden door was slowly pushed open.
Chen Tang reignited a glimr of hope in his heart.
At this ti of night, there should be no passersby in Lijiang Town.
To appear here was no ordinary person!
A Sword Sect Elder or Marshal Xuan?
It shouldn’t be the two of them.
The two were severely injured; when he left, both were still in seclusion for healing and couldn’t have arrived.
"Hehe."
The newcor chuckled softly, pushing the door open, saying: "General Wang, your subordinate isn’t very obedient. You’d better kill him early, lest he betrays you in the future."
Seeing the newcor, Chen Tang’s vision darkened, and he sighed in his heart: "My fate is dood!"
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