Seeing this, Zhou Hu knew things were not going well.

He slashed at his opponent twice before he had time to react.

The tyrant wasn't refusing to kill the ugly monster; he was clearly just using this as an excuse to deliberately hinder Chen Laogou!

Unfortunately, he realized it too late, and now he was completely tied up; General Chen's two tricks were quite persistent.

Zhou Hu could only pray that His Majesty would not act recklessly.

General Chen glanced sideways at the direction the tyrant had left, his earlier anger gone, and chuckled with a hint of malice, "Heh! Young punk, do you think he knowingly walked into the tiger's den, only to be torn to pieces?"

Zhou Hu spat and said angrily, "Bah! Bald monk, enough nonsense, let's fight!"

General Chen seemed to have imagined a horrific scene, and he laughed heartily, looking up at the sky.

Ji Yan had already entered the depths of the jungle. The climate in the south and the north are different, and the temperature is also very different. Even in the cold winter, there are still lush trees. The enemy had hidden here in advance, and every now and then one would jump out, like a grasshopper, without any pattern or order.

Ji Yan was not intimidated by the unpredictable danger. She twirled the short dagger in her palm with a few beautiful flashes, and several more of her opponents died.

If the quality isn't up to par, the plan is to win by sheer quantity.

The Liang Kingdom knew that the Emperor of Great Yan was cruel and warlike, so they deliberately set a trap here to besiege him. Any normal person would avoid him if they saw this.

However, since this person is Ji Yan, it's hard to say. He's a madman who never knows how to retreat. He always forges ahead. If there's no way, he'll fight his way out. Besides, he came here to die anyway. What's the point of cowering?

Ji Yan smiled ruthlessly and seductively, kicking the corpse at her feet.

Suddenly, a powerful force swept in from behind, its momentum fierce and unstoppable. Ji Yan dodged to the side and instantly swung out her short dagger to meet the attack. With a muffled groan, the man fell into a pool of blood.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, there was a rustling in the bushes, and several more people suddenly darted out from the other four directions. They all had shifty eyes and were ruthless in their moves, always aiming to kill.

Ji Yan narrowed his eyes, twisted the forearm of the nearest person with his left hand, and the person screamed in pain. He then pulled back and struck out with his right hand, grabbing the person's neck and easily twisting it. With two "crack" sounds, the neck bone broke.

Another one has died.

He scoffed, "Someone with this level of skill wants to kill me? Tsk, overestimating himself."

**

During Ji Yan's stay at Xufeng Pass, he was in a bad mood, sometimes irritable and sometimes even more irritable. As a result, he killed several capable generals of Liang, regardless of age, wiping them all out.

The Liang and Wei kingdoms had long been secretly colluding, plotting to find an opportunity to jointly overthrow the Great Yan. His actions have crippled the Liang kingdom from its very foundation.

Even if Liang Guo were to regain his former glory, he would need at least twenty or thirty years to recover. By then, his beloved Jiao Jiao would probably be retired to the Cloud Mist Mountain, tending flowers and enjoying her old age. Besides, the martial arts world is not cowardly; they are more than capable of protecting her for the rest of her life.

As for the survival of the Great Yan, whether it lives or dies is none of his concern. Ji Yan is not a saint and does not care at all.

With this thought, he had no more worries and suddenly changed his moves, fighting quite recklessly, arrogantly, and even madly.

Ji Yan laughed heartily.

Madness gradually escalates into frenzy, and before you know it, you're in a state of recklessness.

After an unknown amount of time, both sides were wounded, but ultimately, they were outnumbered, and the tyrant's injuries were far more severe.

A cold wind swept through, and the entire forest was filled with a nauseating stench of blood.

Ji Yan touched the knife wound on his waist and pressed it, and blood gushed out. But he seemed oblivious to the pain and pressed it a few more times roughly, and the blood continued to flow.

The others couldn't help but scoff, "A madman! Still self-harming at a time like this, he's a complete lunatic!"

Then the madman raised his hand, squinted his eyes to admire the winding pattern of bloodstains on his hand, stuck out his tongue, and licked his blood-soaked index finger, his eyes dark and unfathomable. The taste of blood was truly wonderful.

Ji Yan became even more excited, his blood throbbing. His pale face was covered with bloodstains, making him look both handsome and sinister.

He grinned, but his expression was gloomy.

The other party was also very excited.

But they were happy. Yes, yes, if that madman kept doing this, they would soon be able to take his head.

What a glorious achievement!

This is a once-in-a-century event, and there is only one of its kind in the world.

It is unclear who made the first move, but the two sides fought several more rounds. Ji Yan had been fighting for three days and three nights without sleep or rest, and was seriously injured and exhausted. One of the opponents took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack and kicked him to the ground.

Ji Yan flew several meters and crashed heavily into a thick tree trunk, scattering leaves all over the ground.

Seeing that the tyrant was weak and powerless with nowhere to hide, the man approached step by step, his eyes flashing with the joy of a victor.

He tried to find the expression of fear on Ji Yan's handsome, silent face when she was on the verge of death.

No result!

Not a single bit!

Not only did he not see it, he even sensed something... a twisted expectation?

Ji Yan was indeed looking forward to it.

This was something he had been planning for a long time.

But at this moment, for some reason, and not just because of anticipation—he had been waiting for his death for so long, he should have been overjoyed—he suddenly felt a little irritable and dissatisfied.

The thought of never seeing the frizzy hamster again filled him with extreme anger, and a chilling aura immediately enveloped him.

The enemy was so frightened that they stopped in their tracks.

In a short time, Ji Yan's mind was filled with all her experiences with Shen Jiao: their first meeting, getting to know each other, falling in love, and finally their growing affection.

He wished he could etch every single hair on the hamster's face, the red mole on its ear tip, and even the temperature of its breath into his mind, so that even if he were to descend into the deepest hell, he would never forget it.

You can leave, but you can't forget.

I really want to hug you again, but thinking about it now seems pointless.

He gave a self-deprecating laugh.

The enemy was already close at hand, but Ji Yan slowly propped up one leg, found a comfortable position, rested his elbow on his knee, beckoned with his finger, and mocked, "Come, come, come, kill me."

He grinned slyly, revealing two sharp canine teeth, and said, word by word, "Useless thing."

When the enemy is strong and we are weak, choosing to provoke the enemy is not a wise move, and the enemy is indeed angered.

Before he could even react to why his companions hadn't followed, he gripped his sword hilt tightly, his mind filled with thoughts of becoming a hero who would vanquish the tyrant.

He raised his right hand and swung his longsword with all his might at the tyrant's neck.

Sudden!

A black ice spear with a red tassel swiftly attacked, and the two weapons collided, instantly sparking a blinding flash of light.

Upon seeing this unique red-tasseled spear, Ji Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.

How did I end up here?

The man's wrist went numb and painful from the impact, and he immediately lost his strength. Who was this person?

He couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, why did they have to come now of all times!"

"Better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early; it's just the right moment to take your dog's life."

He was answered by a clear, melodious female voice.

What a boastful tone!

The enemy turned around at the sound, determined to see which brat was spouting such nonsense!