As night fell, Si Jin led a group of people and quietly set off.

Watching its host effortlessly wield a sword, smoke, and scale walls, Xiao Yao clenched its claws, feeling increasingly useless.

"Master," it tilted its cute little tiger head and asked tentatively, "Don't you need... pain shielding?"

At this moment, Si Jin had already led his men into the location of the national treasury in the center of the city and casually replied: "It's only been a little over two hours. Who are you looking down on?"

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The little tiger quickly recovered from its surprise and raised its paw, praising repeatedly: "Master, you're so amazing! So amazing!"

After making Si Jin happy, he scratched his head and secretly thought: This year's little Heavenly Lord isn't very good (ω)

Si Jin heard this idea but didn't pay much attention to it.

Whether a man is capable or not is not for others to decide.

They quickly divided the people into two teams and set off separately.

While the main force committed murder and robbery, he led a small force to lure the enemy away from their stronghold.

The Kyoto treasury was, after all, the most important place for the imperial court to store its wealth, and it was impossible to just leave it open for them to steal.

Moreover, given Yuwen Cheng's incompetent Chengdu, he is certainly not thorough in his work.

Si Jin felt that it was still necessary to have a backup plan.

Sure enough, a large number of Imperial Guards soon came to attack.

Seeing that the people were surrounded, the old emperor stepped out from behind the imperial guards, his aged eyes scrutinizing Si Jin—

Golden fox mask, long sword and red clothes.

"Young Alliance Leader." The old emperor recognized the person immediately by his features, grinning with a sharp smile, "Long time no see. May I ask what brings you here today?"

In recent years, he has emphasized civil affairs over military matters, and the imperial court has indeed declined, but the power of the martial arts world is flourishing.

If we capture this young leader, we can definitely squeeze a lot of money out of the martial arts alliance, and then Gu Sijin's national treasury will be even more abundant.

"It's nothing." Si Jin was not surprised at all, and even chatted with him in a friendly manner: "It's just that we are planning a rebellion recently, but we don't have enough money. I thought the national treasury probably has some money, so I came to take some."

Treason? Are you being so blatant about it?

How much do they look down on him?

The old emperor was somewhat embarrassed, but he still continued, "You must inform the owner before taking money; taking it without informing them is considered theft!"

“But this door was opened by the Second Prince.” Si Jin looked at his sword indifferently, exuding a wicked and charming aura: “I thought you knew.”

The Second Prince? Yuwen Cheng?

How is that possible?

The old emperor's heart involuntarily tightened, and he couldn't help but think of how many officials who disliked him had submitted to the martial arts alliance in recent years.

Now, even Yuwen Cheng has betrayed him?

"Impossible!" The old emperor vehemently denied his defeat, gritting his teeth as he spoke: "Yuwen Cheng is my son, how could he join forces with outsiders to deal with me? Stop spouting nonsense!"

"All generals, listen to my command! Capture Mu Zijin alive! The one who succeeds will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver and promoted three ranks!"

As they spoke, the Imperial Guards swarmed forward.

But Si Jin was prepared. The people behind her immediately picked up "thunder bombs" made of gunpowder, which instantly caused smoke and dust to rise all around, and screams and pleas for help continued.

They even had gunpowder! How did they get it?

With nothing in sight, the cries and screams only intensified the old emperor's fear.

For the first time in his thirty years as a ruler, he felt like a lamb to the slaughter, so powerless and helpless.

"Protect the Emperor! Don't panic, quickly protect the Emperor!"

The old emperor took two steps back in alarm, then, sensing someone beside him, he looked up with delight, "Protect the Emperor! Capture Mu Zijing alive! I will promote you..."

However, before he could finish speaking, he met Si Jin's cold, gleaming golden fox mask.

My breath caught in my throat, and I almost collapsed to the ground, my legs giving way.

"you……"

The young leader smiled faintly, raised his sword, and held it against the old emperor's neck—swish, swish, swish—

With a few slashes, his neck was ripped open.

The flesh and skin bloomed open like flowers, but the trachea was not severed. The old emperor was short of breath and collapsed to the ground.

Wanting to die but unable to, suffering in silence, tears streaming down my face.

However, in utter despair, he saw the rampant and wicked young leader gently remove his mask, revealing himself to be...