582 is not just about them.

Looking at the guards and servants swarming around him like a tide, the head of the Huo family had a cunning and ruthless glint in his eyes, as if everything was still under his control.

The servants and guards, who were running at full speed, were covered in blood and had no clothes on.

They can see what they cannot see.

He was immediately filled with horror.

A thunderous voice resounded, a voice that was both awe-inspiring and irresistible: 'Ten beauties, one cultivation technique! I will never break my promise.'

"Quick, quick, Sanzhuzi, let's hurry and go help! Beauty, mental cultivation technique!"

My goodness, let's hurry! Our day to turn things around starts today!

A burly servant in gray robes, about seventeen or eighteen years old with a dark face, with strong, powerful arms, urged in a low voice to another servant in gray robes hiding under the bed.

The servant's face was as white as a sheet of paper, and his thin figure swayed precariously in the breeze.

His eyes were filled with horror and fear, as if he were so frightened that he was hiding under the bed, too scared to come out.

His head shook violently, and his body was tightly curled up inside.

The other five people around them had expressions of sympathy, mockery, and indifference.

Upon seeing this, the dark-faced servant's expression turned fierce, and he quickly disappeared again.

Seeing that the others were all dressed, two of them had their hands tightly tucked into their clothes behind their backs, while the others had three-foot-long sticks that they had somehow found in their hands.

Seduction, emotional manipulation, 'Ten beauties, one mental cultivation manual'

"Ten beauties, beauties from the inner courtyard whom we can occasionally see, each one is as beautiful as a fairy. The opportunity is right in front of us. Last time, one of them even winked at me."

This time, I'm determined to marry her.

The dark-faced servant looked at the remaining few people and continued in a low voice, "Brothers, the opportunity is right in front of us."

Tonight is the night I'll be able to marry a beauty. Everyone, come with me; more people means more protection.

The group did not respond at all, but their eyes revealed a hidden glint of longing.

Once the sound had faded into the distance, the servant, whose face was slightly pale, cautiously crawled out from under the bed.

His gaze drifted toward the backyard, specifically toward the west wing.

Without realizing it, a hint of decisiveness appeared on her face. She quickly dressed and cautiously headed in this direction, remembering that her childhood sweetheart had given her a hint that it was over here.

He thought to himself, 'I'm coming. Wait for me. Perhaps we can escape tonight.'

Young and righteous, fearless like a newborn calf, he once vowed to be the best in the world.

Ren Pingsheng watched as the people, drawn by the high bounty and tempting rewards, flocked towards him, eager to capture him.

The group consisted of a row of cold bows, a squad of shields, and a long spear; they were clearly well-trained.

Iron armor, gleaming with a cold light, clearly cost a lot of money.

They were all around the fourth level, their blood and qi surging like fire, their eyes sharp, their aura overwhelming, showing no sign of retreat, their eyes ruthless, and the air within three zhang felt slightly warm.

Ren Pingsheng spoke in a low, chilling voice, "You are all a menace, you deserve to die."

Suddenly, a cold wind seemed to pour down from the highest clouds.

The sword was as cold as ice formed from water, its movements as swift as the wind, and its light as fast as lightning. In an instant, the sword light, as brilliant as fireworks, exploded before our eyes.

True energy shot out so fast that there was no time to react. Unparalleled martial power and domineering aura, the sword was swung, and dozens of sword energies shot out like lightning.

Like a myriad of rays of light, the rising sun is dazzling and piercing the sky, completely breaking the darkness of the night.

The coldest time is before dawn.

On the narrow, single-sided sword, rapidly spinning ice intertwined with sword energy. The moment the sword moved, the surrounding torches became transparent, reflecting countless rays of light.

At this moment, it seemed to be dancing, like the most dazzling fireworks in the world.

The most beautiful moment is also the moment when death arrives.

The archer instinctively released the arrow quickly, the bowstring humming as it flew.

The shield bearer only had time to protect himself.

The icy coldness and sword energy, carrying immense speed and power, roared in like an ice dragon.

It resembles a cascading Milky Way, magnificent and extraordinary, as radiant as the Milky Way.

"So beautiful," the dark-faced servants watching from a distance didn't even have time to utter a few words of praise.

It was so beautiful it defied description; it was probably the most spectacular sight I'd ever seen.

The archers and spearmen only felt a flash of cold light from the sword, and then thousands of silver lights appeared, making everything invisible.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled thud was heard, and the sword energy had penetrated his brow. Blood spurted out like a showerhead, or like a blooming red lotus.

An expression of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

It's as if it's saying, 'I haven't enjoyed this enough yet. Do you know how much effort I've put in to get to where I am today?'

The sword energy pierced through, and blood splattered everywhere, staining the space before them red like a blood mist.

The person hiding in the shield was still reeling from the shock.

In an instant, I suddenly felt my head detach from my body and roll to the ground. I watched with my own eyes as my head rolled and fell into the muddy ground.

Blood splattered everywhere, hot blood gushing out and staining the entire suit of armor red.

Ren Pingsheng remained calm and quickly chased after the Huo family head.

Blood was everywhere on the ground, its crimson color staining the entire courtyard like a red river, flowing freely and dyeing the earth red.

The sword was drawn with coldness and determination, without the slightest pity or hesitation.

Knowing in his heart that these guards were also the culprits who had caused trouble in the area, he knew that letting them remain would only bring more uncertainty to the situation.

His heart was as firm as a rock; he thought to himself, 'The lord is merciful, but these people cannot be spared. Let me bear this infamy.'

Without hesitation, he slashed; a single stroke of the sword meant certain death.

A chill ran through him, his expression turning cold. 'It's not just them.'

They left quickly, with an unprecedented determination in their hearts.

Swords are stained with blood, and the heart is heavy.

There are always some people who, like a shadow, block out this light, their eyes flashing with determination and resolve.

My decision may bring me the scorn and condemnation of some kind-hearted people.

In the midst of the rapid pursuit, he knew clearly that every choice came at a price, just like now, when he chose to eradicate the threat completely and dig deep into the ground.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Those around them, ready to seize the opportunity to grab a bargain and gamble, hoping to become servants who would never have to worry about food or clothing, were terrified and turned pale.

They were shivering incessantly, and some even wet their pants because they couldn't control it, while others couldn't help but soil their pants.

Instantly, a stench assaulted the senses, greedily engulfing the surrounding air and emitting a nauseating odor.

But everyone around them forgot about the suffocating stench.

The dark-faced man trembled with fear and stammered, "Fire Armor Guards, these are Fire Armor Guards!"

They were highly skilled cultivators, and their spears could easily pierce through bluestone.

They killed quite a few people.

They're all dead.