Yang Shen had absolute confidence. In this world, without confidence, one could not cultivate into a master, much less become a big shot in the martial arts world, gather so many people at Shuanglong Mountain, and become a significant force in the greenwood world.

The array of countless golden swords behind the opponent was indeed frightening, but it can be inferred that he is more skilled in ranged attacks. Now that they are at such close range, with their hostages in front of them, his sword array is ineffective.

Seeing the hesitant expressions of those around him, Yang Shen couldn't help but feel a little proud. He thought to himself, "Once I get out, I can brag about it in the martial arts world. I captured a hostage in the midst of a massive army and returned as if I were in an empty field. None of those corrupt officials could stop me."

Well, I can't brag about it myself, it would seem too low-class. I can have my subordinates promote it, so when people ask, I can be humble.

Just then, he seemed to see a strange bird appear before him, followed by a piercing shriek in his ear, and his mind went completely blank.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful suction force came from the front. In his current state, Yang Shen had no time to react, and Xie Daoyun in front of him was sucked in.

He was terrified and instinctively tried to grab him, only to find that the hostage had already fallen into Zuan's hands, and the other man was looking at him coldly.

Yang Shen's heart sank, knowing that the situation was hopeless.

However, he was also brave and knew that there was no point in running away under these circumstances, so he directly swung his sword and slashed at the other party.

Previously, the opponent seemed to be a ranged attacker, so I might have a chance in this close-quarters combat.

Because it concerned his life and death, he pushed himself to the limit with this strike.

Looking at the enormous blade of light before him, which seemed to possess the power to create the world, he suddenly understood. He memorized and digested this insight, and his cultivation level would improve by another level in the future.

This pretty boy in front of me is indeed more skilled than me, but he's far too arrogant. He's trying to show off in front of a woman, not only fighting me at such close range but also putting his arm around her waist. It'll be inconvenient for me to make a move later.

My stab gave them company on their journey to the underworld; they'll probably be grateful to me.

Just then, Zu'an moved and reached out to draw his sword.

A hint of disdain flashed in Yang Shen's eyes. At such close range, his sword strike was already complete; how could Yang Shen possibly catch up?

But the next second he felt as if his eyes had gone blind, and a golden light suddenly appeared, as if the sun was right next to him.

His own blade instantly lost its luster and then vanished. Immediately afterward, he was in excruciating pain all over his body, and he fell to the ground like a broken sandbag.

"What a powerful sword strike!" That was the only thought in his mind. At the same time, he was also curious as to why his opponent didn't kill him. With the power of that sword strike, there was no reason for him to escape.

The Imperial Guards standing nearby were so shocked that their jaws nearly dropped to the ground. Many of them hadn't actually seen Zu'an use his sword formation to scatter thousands of rebel soldiers before; they had only heard about it from their colleagues and were still somewhat skeptical. But at this moment, they were truly astonished. In their memory, they had never seen such a magnificent sword strike before, and it seemed that there were few in the army more skilled than him.

Wang Bolin and Zhang Zijiang were sweating profusely. Recalling the various ways the two of them had targeted Zu'an in the past few days, they thought to themselves, "They were really dancing on a grave. Fortunately, Master Zu is magnanimous and won't hold it against us."

Xie Daoyun's eyes gleamed with admiration. Before, they were all classmates. If someone of the same age had surpassed her, she might have felt resentful and wanted to catch up. But Brother Zu was different. Zu An was so amazing that she felt a deep sense of admiration and even worship.

What girl wouldn't love such a peerless hero?

Moreover, the other person was holding me with one arm, so I could only use one hand...

Feeling the warmth of her arms seep into the depths of her body through her waist, she felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

Zu'an, unaware of the thoughts of those around him, stared at Yang Shen and asked, "Tell me, why did you take such a huge risk to capture her?"

Previously, it was thought that Yang Shenshi valued Xie Daoyun's ability as a rune master, which could bring about a qualitative change in the strength of the Shuanglong Mountain rebels.

But now this speculation has been overturned. No matter how precious a rune master is, he wouldn't take such a big risk. There must be something fishy going on.

But the others didn't think so, and all turned their gazes to Xie Daoyun in his arms, their expressions carrying a hint of ambiguous gossip.

Of all people to mess with, this rebel leader had to go and mess with our general's woman.

Zhang Zijiang thought to himself that he had already offended Lord Zu. Although he said he didn't mind, how could he not have any resentment? Perhaps he should try to win over the lady of the house and start with Miss Xie. He could win her over and whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

Hmm, Miss Xie seems like a cultured person, so I need to find some gifts that cultured people would like.

Wang Bolin had the same idea, but soon his face fell. He felt he couldn't compare to Zhang Zijiang in this respect; that kid was better at flattering, and his future was bleak.

The other Imperial Guard soldiers didn't have so many thoughts; they were more interested in Xie Daoyun's appearance and sized up the future leader's wife.

Xie Daoyun was already beautiful, but usually, due to her temperament and attire, she appeared somewhat plain. However, now, being held in Zu An's arms and stared at by so many people, her cheeks flushed, and she was incredibly shy, even more beautiful than a rose.

At this moment, Yang Shen sighed: "It's really fate. I never expected her to have such a powerful man."

Upon hearing this, Xie Daoyun could no longer bear it and buried her face in Zu An's arms, pretending to be an ostrich.

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