Zhao Hu was filled with regret. He never expected that 'Wu Shijiu' would actually use the move of discarding his knife. The muscular boy from back then had become so cunning!

But Zhao Hu was unwilling to accept it. He had been ambushed by "San" once before, and now he was ambushed by "Wushijiu" again.

Will that mountain, that mine, become my inner demons again?

This is not allowed!

The Zhao Huan father and son have treated me with the utmost kindness; how could I let their lives be lost because of my negligence?!

"Go, knife!"

Using the momentum of the broken knife, Zhao Hu twisted his waist and threw the broken knife at the running 'Fifty-Nineteen'.

You can discard your sword, and so can I!

Zhao Hu was well aware that his situation was different from that of 'Fifty-Nine' when he abandoned his knife.

After discarding his sword, 'Fifteen' could rush towards Zhao Cheng and kill him with lightning speed.

But after he discarded his knife, he revealed his biggest weakness.

Because there were five assassins around him!

These five assassins attacked him, and he had no way to avoid it.

But none of that matters anymore, as long as Zhao Cheng can be saved.

The broken knife spun as it flew toward 'Fifty-Nine', finally striking 'Fifty-Nine' on the back with the back of the blade, knocking him down.

'Fifty-Nine' coughed up blood, but still looked at Zhao Cheng with red eyes, preparing to get up and continue to kill Zhao Cheng.

All of this happened so fast that Zhao Cheng had only taken a step back when he saw 'Fifty-Nine' about to stand up.

At this moment, Deng Yanjiao, who had been held in Zhao Cheng's arms, jumped out and pressed herself directly onto 'Wu Shijiu', grabbing 'Wu Shijiu's' neck with both hands.

"Yan Jiao, come back quickly..."

Zhao Cheng's voice suddenly stopped because he saw Deng Yanjiao's eyes glowing green, and the tips of her ten fingers were digging into 'Fifty-Nine's' neck.

'Fifty-Nine' seemed to have no strength at all, and couldn't even push away Deng Yanjiao's small body.

At the same time, the five assassins also attacked Zhao Hu!

Swoosh—

Five sword shadows flashed by, and Yang Taozhi landed behind Zhao Hu, his slender sword pointing to the sky.

The five assassins fell one after another.

"Commander Yang..." Zhao Hu breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes filled with gratitude and self-reproach as he looked at Yang Taozhi.

“You’ve been lying down for too long, it’s normal that your skills have become rusty,” Yang Taozhi said, and then walked towards the old man.

Seeing that the assassination attempt had failed, the old man did not hesitate to pull out the handle of his cane, which turned out to be a short sword.

He plunged the short sword into his chest, knelt down, and looked up to the sky, saying, "My lord, this old servant is useless, this old servant has failed you..."

After saying that, he collapsed with a thud.

Zhao Hu quickly ran to 'Wu Shijiu's' side, picked up Deng Yanjiao and handed her to Zhao Cheng. He looked at 'Wu Shijiu's' neck and saw that there were already ten bloody holes.

Blood flowed freely from the wound, black with a faint green glow.

Seeing that 'Fifty-Nineteen' was still breathing, Zhao Hu quickly asked, "Wasn't the winner from back then Three? Why are you still alive?"

After catching his breath, 'Fifty-Nine' said, "You...you're alive too..."

Zhao Hu then asked, "Is San still alive? And the Mountain Lord, are you still serving him?"

Fifty-nine could no longer answer; his expression froze, and he was dead.

“He was poisoned,” Zhao Hu said, then looked at Deng Yanjiao.

Zhao Cheng also looked at Deng Yanjiao in his arms with surprise, and saw that the green light in her eyes was gradually fading.

Soldiers from the Right Prime Minister's residence came running from a distance. Yang Taozhi looked up and glanced around, then shouted sternly, "Seal off this street and take all the assassins' bodies back!"

The Eastern Capital Ministry of Justice prison.

Zhao Cheng summoned Yan Zheng and brought Deng Yanjiao before Yan Yilun, extremely angry.

"Yan Yilun, what exactly did you do to Deng Yanjiao?!"

Yan Yilun was still wearing that cotton robe, but it was torn in many places and he was covered in dirt.

He looked at Deng Yanjiao, who was hiding behind Zhao Cheng, and his eyes immediately became infatuated. He said excitedly, "Didn't I tell her everything I did to her? She's still alive! She's still alive?!"

As he spoke, Yan Yilun crawled toward Zhao Cheng, but Zhao Hu immediately blocked his way, pressing the scabbard against his chest to prevent him from getting any closer.

"Zhao Cheng, how did you do that? Was it Shi Minghua? Did Shi Minghua save her?"

Zhao Cheng said, "That's none of your business! I'm asking you, why are Deng Yanjiao's fingernails poisonous? And how much poison could kill a top-level expert?"

"Hahaha, it's a success!" Yan Yilun laughed, clapping his hands and saying, "It's not just her fingernails that are poisonous. If she wanted, her hair could be poisonous, her saliva could be poisonous, her whole body is poisonous!"

"Saliva can be poisonous??" Zhao Cheng was completely stunned.

“Yes…” Yan Yilun looked Deng Yanjiao up and down as if admiring a work of art, but Deng Yanjiao was clearly afraid of him and clung tightly to Zhao Cheng’s waist.

"The poison I planted in her body is meant to turn her into a poisonous person! When she's not angry, her body is normal, but as soon as she gets angry or has aggressive emotions, the poison will be secreted and released in various ways. Her hair, her saliva..."

Zhao Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Deng Yanjiao could control this; otherwise, he would probably have died from poisoning long ago.

But his hatred for Yan Yilun deepened, and he angrily said, "You've ruined such a beautiful girl! You deserve to die!"

Yan Zheng quickly bowed to Zhao Cheng and pleaded, "Young Prime Minister, please calm your anger!"

"What a magnificent achievement!" Yan Yilun laughed, his expression twisted with a madness beyond his years, spreading his arms wide and saying, "With the success of the poison experiment, my achievement has already surpassed my master's! From now on, the Yu family's poison skills will be inferior to mine, Yan Yilun's!"

Yan Yilun knelt down, looked up and said, "Third Uncle, did you see that? You were right to bring me into the martial world back then! I haven't let you down!"

Yan Zheng pointed at Yan Yilun's nose and cursed, "Do you think your third uncle would be proud of you? The way you look now, you're like a monster!"

Ignoring Yan Zheng, Yan Yilun looked at Zhao Cheng with burning eyes and asked, "How did you cure her? Tell me quickly, tell me quickly!"

Zhao Cheng turned to the side and said, "Yan Zheng, I'll give him one last chance to tell me who leaked the information about Lingshan to him, otherwise my patience is running out."

Upon hearing this, Yan Zheng kicked Yan Yilun and shouted, "You unfilial son! Speak up!"

Yan Yilun crawled towards Zhao Cheng again and said, "I'll talk, I'll talk! Whether I live or die is not important, as long as you tell me how you saved her, I will tell you everything you want to know!"

Zhao Cheng hesitated for a moment, then said, "I don't believe you. Tell me first, and I'll tell you."

"Cui Wuming!"

Yan Yilun immediately said, "It was the swift sword Cui Wuming who told me!"

Zhao Cheng's eyes gradually narrowed.