The Embroidered-Robe Envoy was a taboo subject for the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Often, when children misbehaved, their parents would deliberately scare them by saying that if they cried again, they would be captured by the Embroidered-Robe Envoy, and the children would then dare not cry.

While this statement may be somewhat exaggerated, it illustrates the immense sense of oppression that the Embroidered-Robed Envoys exerted on most people.

Those were just ordinary embroidered messengers, let alone the legendary gold-medal embroidered messengers.

"Gold Medal Eleven!" Upon seeing him, Sang Hong and the others felt much more at ease.

Zu'an took the lead in shouting, "The Eleventh Lord is here! The Eleventh Lord is here!"

The morale of the Imperial Guards was immediately boosted.

On the contrary, Dong Jin's expression was much uglier, but since things had come to this point, he couldn't just raise his hands and surrender.

"No matter how powerful he is, he's just one person!" Dong Jin sneered, while secretly preparing for a sudden attack.

Just then, it was seen that the gold medalist eleven seemed to pick up a musical instrument and then plucked it.

A sound like a pipa came, just like a silver bottle suddenly breaking and water gushing out, and iron cavalry charging out with the clang of swords and spears.

Everyone in the room felt a jolt, and a sharp pain immediately shot through their brains.

Sang Hong was startled and quickly circulated his qi to regulate his breathing, which suppressed the discomfort.

He hurriedly looked into the arena and found that most people were clutching their heads in pain, while only a very few people with high cultivation levels, such as Gao Ying and Pei You, were able to barely hold on.

"What kind of move is that?" Sang Hong was extremely shocked. He subconsciously looked at Zu An to see if he was alright, but unfortunately, Zu An had already disappeared from the spot.

The sound of wind breaking had just come from behind him. He hurriedly turned around and saw a white figure rushing towards Dong Jin.

At this moment, Dong Jin was also terrified. The shock from his soul had left him momentarily dazed. Although his cultivation was good, he had already suppressed the discomfort immediately.

But just as I recovered, I saw a figure rushing towards me.

"Form ranks!" he ordered his soldiers as he drew his sword, but the soldiers were in a state of chaos and could not carry out his orders.

Left with no other choice, he swung his knife at the other man.

His years of fighting bandits and demons in places like Yunzhong County had also shaped his fierce nature.

In that instant, he had already judged that the opponent's cultivation level was above his own, and he did not expect that this strike would be able to stop the opponent.

Instead, they were plotting to exchange their lives for each other.

He was gambling, gambling that even though the other side clearly had the advantage, he couldn't bear to see both sides suffer losses.

If the other party hesitates or dodges even slightly, he can seize the opportunity to create distance. By then, his men should have realized what was happening, and it will be much harder for the other party to catch him.

Even if the other party doesn't care, it's not a loss to take someone down with you before you die.

He had recently broken through to the seventh rank and had absolute confidence in his life-risking strike.

However, his eyes widened immediately, because the other party did not flinch at all, but instead extended a finger.

Dong Jin suddenly felt a sense of absurdity. How could two delicate fingers and fleshy bodies possibly withstand his sharp knife?

His expression turned cold, and he directly sliced ​​the other person's fingers with the blade.

Having fought in Yunzhong County for many years, I've learned that in a life-or-death struggle, you can't hold back at all, or you can easily be turned around.

However, his eyes widened in surprise, because his incredibly powerful slash was actually caught by those two fair fingers.

Undeterred, he tried to twist the blade to cut off the other man's finger, but the blade remained completely still, all his force seemingly lost.

He was terrified and immediately realized he had kicked a hornet's nest. His instinct was to abandon his knife and retreat.

Unfortunately, it was too late. He felt a suction force coming from the hilt of the sword, preventing him from dropping it, and his vital energy seemed to be dissipating.

Just like when people get used to climbing stairs over the years, if one day a step is a little higher or lower, they are likely to trip and fall.

This is especially true for cultivators. They are used to the circulation of their vital energy and the coordination of their movements. When their vital energy is suddenly released, they are immediately caught off guard and their blood and qi churn within their bodies.

This wasn't a big deal; he could recover and return to normal within a breath.

Unfortunately, the other party seized this fleeting opportunity, closing in and pointing a finger directly at his chest.

In an instant, the back of his clothes ripped open, and he was hit as if by a charging bull.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood and felt as if his internal organs had shifted.

He subconsciously tried to use the recoil to create distance between himself and his opponent, but the opponent seemed to have a sticky grip on his hand, making it impossible for him to break free.

Immediately afterwards, the other person's large hand gripped a major acupoint on his shoulder, and then his whole body went limp, leaving him with no strength to resist.

Only then did he see the other person's appearance clearly; he was the most handsome young man in the imperial envoy delegation.

Although he had witnessed Xiao Yao's sword strike at the welcome banquet, that sword strike was made of wine, and since the other party was brought by the Prefect, he might have deliberately held back. Therefore, he figured that even if the other party's cultivation was higher than his, it couldn't be by much.

After all, this guy is too young and has a pretty boy appearance, so it's hard to associate him with the image of a master.

But it was only then that he realized how wrong he had been.

I was so stupid, really.

Zu An, carrying Dong Jin, spoke with an energetic voice that resounded throughout the area: "Dong Jin has been captured. Considering that you were all misled and unaware of the truth, you will be spared punishment if you lay down your weapons. Otherwise, you will all be treated as treasoners!"

He secretly rejoiced that he had first used Daji's pipa playing "Heavenly Demon's Enchanting Melody" to throw those with lower cultivation levels into chaos, and then he took the opportunity to launch a surprise attack on Dong Jin, who was leading the group.

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