Jiang Asheng's home in the outer city area.

All members of the Black Stone organization surrounded Jiang Asheng's courtyard.

Masked assassins from the Black Stone Organization can be found behind walls, on rooftops, in corners, and even in outhouses.

Roughly counting, there are at least thirty people, all of whom are top-notch.

Xi Yu is the second-best fighter in the Black Stone Organization, second only to King Yama in martial arts. At this moment, she lies unconscious on the bed.

Oh, and she also has another name, Zeng Jing.

Besides being an assassin, she also has another identity: Jiang Asheng's wife.

At this moment, Jiang Asheng was slowly sharpening a rusty sword in the room.

Standing in front of him were three people, the three top experts of the Black Stone Organization: Ye Zhanqing, the new successor of the Water-Splitting Sword, the Immortal Color-Soaking Opera Master, and Lei Bin, the Flying Needle Master.

"You injured my wife, she fell unconscious as soon as she returned, and now you want to kill her?"

Jiang Asheng sat sharpening his sword while asking the three men questions.

The magician said, "Your wife stole the remains of Rama, she was audacious enough to double-cross us. Do you know who sent us to do this job? It was Old Master An. We got a lot of money from him."

"It sounds like things are going to be difficult to resolve?"

Jiang Asheng had sharpened his sword halfway.

The magician sneered: "From the moment she betrayed the organization, she knew she was doomed. And she even married you and lived with you. Tsk tsk, I really don't see what's so special about you. You have no power or background, you're just a nobody who runs errands and delivers goods. How could you catch Xi Yu's eye?"

"You'll soon find out... why she fell for me."

Jiang Asheng's sword was almost finished being sharpened, and his eyes gradually became more piercing.

Ye Zhanqing also scoffed, "Isn't it a bit too late? I mean, you're sharpening your sword at the last minute."

"It's not sharpening a knife, it's sharpening a sword. It'll be done soon."

Jiang Asheng smiled confidently. "Now, it's all set."

Suddenly, he drew his sword and thrust it at Ye Zhanqing.

Ye Zhanqing was flustered and hurriedly raised his sword to parry, but the sword was knocked away.

How is that possible?

Ye Zhanqing's expression changed drastically, and he was astonished.

Jiang Asheng, a deliveryman who runs errands for others, can knock her sword away with a casual move?

The Wheel King personally taught her the Water-Splitting Sword technique.

"It's dangerous."

Seeing that Ye Zhanqing couldn't dodge, Lei Bin quickly pushed her aside and launched a flying needle attack on Jiang Asheng.

Clang clang clang!

Jiang Asheng swatted away the flying needles, which then changed direction and shot at other places, instantly killing several assassins outside the door or on the roof.

At the same time, another short sword flew up from below and was caught steadily in Jiang Asheng's hand.

"Do you still recognize these two swords?" Jiang Asheng asked Lei Bin.

Lei Bin was stunned, several images flashing through his mind.

Several years ago, they massacred the Zhang family and pierced Zhang Renfeng's heart with a sword.

"Impossible! We clearly killed you, how could you still be alive?"

"I live to take revenge on you."

With a single thrust of his sword, the sword techniques were ever-changing, and Lei Bin immediately sustained five wounds.

The magician immediately drew his sword to help, and together with Ye Zhanqing and Lei Bin, the three of them attacked Jiang Asheng.

"Now I finally understand why Xiyu took a liking to you; you are indeed very strong," the magician said truthfully.

The tone shifted abruptly, "However, no matter how strong you are, you still have to die. We were able to kill you back then, and we can definitely kill you now."

"Then let's give it a try."

Jiang Asheng's sword aura was sharp and fierce, officially transforming him into Zhang Renfeng, unleashing the full power of the number one swordsman in the Ming Dynasty.

One against three, no, one against thirty.

The assassins in black, from the rooftops, corners, and near the walls, all swarmed towards him, and he got carried away with the killing.

Unfortunately, the arrival of an old man shattered Jiang Asheng's imposing and domineering aura.

An Shigeng's father, Old Master An, descended from the sky and made a dazzling appearance.

"I've been waiting at the An residence for ages, and you still haven't brought Luo Mo's remains? Are you taking my money and not doing your job? The Black Stone Organization is untrustworthy!"

"Old Master An?"

The magician quickly explained, "We had already killed Master Yang and taken away Rama's remains, but a traitor double-crossed us and brought Rama's remains here again. We are dealing with it right now."

"I don't want to hear your nonsense. My son is waiting to be revived with Rama's remains. So I'll just ask you one question: where are Rama's remains?"

"It's inside the house, probably," the opera performer said, pointing to Jiang Asheng's bedroom.

Grandpa An nodded, "Very good, it's good that Luo Mo's remains are still here. Then, you can die. Give me all your power as punishment for the mission going wrong."

Slurp~

The Star-Absorbing Magic was unleashed, frantically plundering the inner strength of the magician.

The magician was powerless to resist, and only then did he realize the difference between an ordinary master and a top master.

A deep sense of fear swept over him, and over everyone in the Blackstone organization.

They all drew in Old Master An, frantically stealing his inner strength.

Jiang Asheng realized the situation was bad and quickly flew into the house to grab his wife and escape.

Unexpectedly, Old Master An did not let him go and also absorbed his internal energy.

"The number one swordsman in the Ming Dynasty? Hmph, utterly pathetic."

Moments later, the Jiang family courtyard was littered with corpses; no one survived.

Grandpa An stepped over the corpses of Jiang Asheng and the magician, entered the house, saw the unconscious Xi Yu, and casually used his Star-Absorbing Magic to plunder her power.

Afterwards, they searched for Rama's remains and found them as they had hoped.

The half-body remains of Rama looked like dried and smoked meat, black and charred.

Grandpa An broke off a small piece of charred meat, put it in his mouth and tasted it, just like Shennong testing medicine.

Chew for a while, then spit it out.

"The taste is off, it's weird."

He took another bite and finally realized: "This is smoked pork, not the remains of Rama."

Grandpa An understood. King Yama had anticipated Xi Yu's prediction. Before Xi Yu could steal Rama's remains by double-crossing him, King Yama had already stolen Rama's remains by replacing them with a fake one.

No wonder King Chakravartin isn't here; he must be hiding somewhere, researching medicine using Rama's remains to regain his former glory.

Old Master An was furious: "I gave it to you, but what will my son An Shigeng use? Can he even be resurrected? You wait, King of Reincarnation, I'm coming to find you right now."

In a flash, it flew away from the Jiang family's courtyard.

A moment later, Lin Bufan arrived with several girls.

All that could be seen before me were the haphazardly laid-out corpses of the assassins.

"Zhang Renfeng is dead!" Wuqing exclaimed in surprise as she approached Jiang Asheng's body.

Lin Bufan sighed, "We're a step too late. It seems we'll have to make a trip to the An residence."