Wrapped around the hilt of the sword was a red cloth, fiery as blaze.

    Fluttering in the wind.

    "Sky Number Three, at your service, my Lord,"

    Zhao Zhengyong, who had intended to swoop down, narrowed his pupils and, using his movement technique, hastily retreated. But just then, he felt a chill, his heart clenched, and as he maneuvered in midair, he twisted his body around. Behind him, two of the top experts had already cried out in anger, seemingly in disbelief. Continue reading on My Virtual Library Empire

    A figure leaped forward, landing beside Tan Yurou and her company.

    One hand wielded a sword, the other a blade.

    A red headband was wrapped around the forehead, looking quite heroic.

    He exclaimed in a deep voice:

    "Earth Number Seventeen, at your service, my lord."

    Within a moment, before Wang Anfeng and Tan Yurou, there stood a Middle Third Rank Swordsman and two Seventh Rank experts. Such an astonishing turn of events had already caused a wave of dread to reverberate within everyone''s hearts. The steps of those charging forward halted, and the atmosphere in the courtyard became suddenly oppressive.

    In the dead silence, a whistling sound suddenly burst forth, followed by a continuous rustling noise.

    Wang Anfeng''s eyes widened slightly.

    He recognized that sound.

    Chains.

    In the midst of a thunderous explosion, the snow accumulated in front of Wang Anfeng mixed with the mud and burst apart. After the air waves had dissipated, what appeared in front of everyone were six Siege Crossbow Bolts, longer than three meters, deeply embedded in the ground with chains tied to their tails. The chains were already taut, stretching into the dark depths of the night.

    Along with a strange noise, figures were already sliding down from these chains, surrounding and protecting Tan Yurou and Wang Anfeng. Despite their differing appearances and temperaments, they all held sharp blades and bore cold expressions.

    Whether around their foreheads or wrists, they were wrapped in red silk, fluttering in the wind.

    Yu Jiu''s eyes widened, his heart trembling uncontrollably, unable to utter a word.

    He was extremely familiar with more than half of these Martial Artists. They were the very ones who had various entanglements with the Tan Residence and were under its command. They were also the ones he had taken great pains to concoct various reasons for to transfer them away from Xi Dingzhou City over the past five days. sea??h thё ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Yet now, all of them had reappeared here.

    All submitting to the feet of Tan Yurou, who, in his eyes, was merely somewhat cunning.

    The young man, holding the injured Yan''er, staggered back two steps and laughed bitterly.

    Even if he was foolish, he could now see who the real master of the Tan Residence was.

    Not the self-proclaimed clever him, nor the Tiger King hidden away in the secret chamber.

    The true master was right before his eyes.

    Before the plum blossoms could bloom, the 28-year-old girl with sharp brows and eyes, dressed in white, her wide sleeves fluttering in the wind, had a commanding presence that made it difficult for him to even glance at her without feeling dazzled.

    Xiong Ying narrowed his eyes slightly.

    Behind him, Martial Artists also landed, with swords on their backs and blades in their hands, having already surrounded the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs from all directions.

    He now understood Tan Yurou''s strategy and knew that by allowing greed to cloud his judgment, he had walked right into her trap. Indeed, he could blame no one but himself. As he looked up at the calm and collected young woman, he slowly said:

    "Using yourself as the bait to lure us all into the trap, seeking to settle everything in one battle, while also plotting against the disloyal within the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs and the Tan Residence,"

    "It''s insane, very bold,"

    "I am not your equal,"

    His voice paused, then continued:

    "But you still have one major flaw..."

    Amid a resonant ring, he raised his Heavy Blade in hand, its edge pointed directly at Tan Yurou.

    With snow landing on the blade''s edge,

    The chill was piercing and fierce.

    "You yourself are stuck in the middle. As long as I kill you, everything will unravel!"

    The tone was steady and domineering, filled with indescribable confidence.

    Even though he had been ambushed and injured just moments ago, even though he was now outnumbered and in a disadvantageous position, Xiong Ying still remained composed. His gaze was powerful and commanding, displaying a stature that was hard to dismiss.

    A cold, bone-chilling and massively intense aura of madness erupted, directly targeting Tan Yurou.

    Tan Yurou''s complexion was slightly pale, but not out of fear. She narrowed her eyes, glanced at Wang Anfeng beside her, and smiled,

    "Shall we go?"

    "If you decide not to leave now, you really won''t be able to later."

    Wang Anfeng frowned, knowing he had gotten himself into trouble again, and snorted irritably, yet he did not leave.

    Turning his hand over, he sheathed his sword, then lifted it once more, even while sheathed, the Wooden Sword now emanating a fierce aura.

    The young lady pursed her lips with a smile, raised her eyes to look at Xiong Ying, her gaze sharp and clear. The smile on her face faded as she said,

    "If you can kill me, the foundations of Zhao Residence, the power of Tan Residence, the entire Jianghu of Xi Dingzhou City,"

    "It''s yours for the taking."

    "I... no, I as your Lord, have no regrets whatsoever."

    Xiong Ying''s eyes shone brightly as he laughed heartily,

    "What a bold statement ''It''s yours for the taking!'' What confident ''No regrets whatsoever!'' What courage, you truly deserve a toast."

    "It''s just a pity, to be born a woman!"

    Tan Yurou responded calmly,

    "Then today, you shall die at the hand of a woman adorned with hairpins."

    Before her voice fell, Xiong Ying had already soared into action with his Heavy Blade in hand, charging towards Wang Anfeng and the others. The Sixth Rank Martial Artist, bearing three Longswords on his back, also drew a Broad Sword with his left hand, Twin Swords intertwining like swimming dragons, sweeping towards Xiong Ying.

    One movement, provoking a whole-body response.

    Every Martial Artist in the courtyard was stirred into action, and Zhao Zhengyong, who had been hiding on the side, had a slight change in expression. He glanced at the two friends who had been ambushed and injured behind him, bit his teeth, and stepped forward, joining Xiong Ying in throwing a right punch.

    Meanwhile, Yu Jiu, holding the injured Yan''er, went against the tide, diverged his stance, and shot out swiftly.

    His movement technique was extremely adept, and since no one was paying much attention to him at this moment, with a few quick moves, he crossed dozens of feet and landed on the long street, speeding away.

    ...............

    Tan Residence.