Before the morning sun had even broken through the night sky over Luyang.
Mu Zian's three thousand men had already disappeared outside Luyang City.
Upon hearing this news, Lü Feng froze on the spot.
By the time he mustered his troops and set off, Mu Zian was nowhere to be seen.
Mu Zian vanished without a trace, like a ghost.
Dangshan is located amidst towering mountains and deep valleys, with winding mountain roads and towering peaks reaching into the clouds.
Surrounded by towering mountains, it's hard to imagine that such a place is home to the number one assassin organization in the martial arts world.
When Mu Zian's 3,000 men arrived at the outskirts of Dangshan, they were immediately attacked by assassins from the Six Burial Hall.
Countless assassins suddenly emerged from the mountains and forests.
However, Mu Zian seemed to have anticipated this situation, so there was no need for him to take action himself.
These so-called assassins were like moths drawn to a flame when faced with a well-trained army.
Three thousand people continued to approach Dangshan along the rugged mountain road.
In the darkness, the torches that stretched across the city resembled a fiery dragon spiraling upwards.
After discovering that the sudden assassination attempt had no effect on the unit whatsoever.
The assassins from the Six Burial Hall decisively chose to return to the main hall to prepare for an opportune moment.
After passing through the dense forest, the three thousand men led by Mu Zi'an suddenly found themselves in a bright and open space ahead.
In the distance, the towering Dangshan Mountain stood before us, resembling a tiger's head.
And on the tiger's head, there were many figures!
Looking at the mountain peaks before him, Han Shizhong couldn't help but frown.
"Such a treacherous terrain, a direct assault would likely result in heavy casualties!"
As soon as Han Shizhong finished speaking, everyone's eyes fell on Mu Zian.
Under the moonlight, a cold wind howled, and Mu Zi'an stood with his hands behind his back before Dangshan.
"When did I say I was going to launch a full-scale attack?"
Upon hearing this, everyone present was taken aback.
Mu Zian's gaze fell on Zhao Shizhen, who was standing to the side.
"We'll see Mr. Zhao's performance tonight."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Shizhen bowed respectfully and then waved into the darkness.
The next moment, accompanied by a piercing scraping sound.
The ten carriages, covered in black cloth, were pulled to the open space in front of Dangshan.
At this moment, on the stone wall atop Dangshan Mountain, Wei Bao, with a full head of white hair, frowned slightly as he looked at the three thousand men at the foot of the mountain.
Wei Qi, standing to the side, said with a crazed expression on his face.
"Why haven't they attacked yet? Hurry up, I can't wait to slit their throats!"
Looking at his son, who seemed to have gone mad, Wei Bao couldn't help but sigh.
Ever since Wei Qi was crippled by Ning Hongchen on their wedding night, he has become increasingly twisted and perverted.
Killing for pleasure had become the norm, and even Wei Bao, that old psychopath, thought his son was a bit crazy.
According to the unspoken rules of assassins, the best way to deal with a strong attack on the main hall is, as the hall master said yesterday, to immediately disperse and hide in the darkness to preserve one's strength.
However, Wei Qi is gradually going mad, and it is foreseeable that he will not be able to control the arrogant and fierce soldiers in the Six Burial Hall in the future.
Therefore, if Wei Qi is to be able to take over his position smoothly, then all the thorns in Wei Bao's side within the Six Burial Hall must be completely removed for him.
The reason Wei Bao chose to confront Mu Zi'an head-on was to take this opportunity to remove all the potential threats in the future.
Even if it severely damages the Six Burial Hall, he is willing to do so.
Rumors circulate in the martial arts world that the head of the Six Burial Hall is a cold-blooded and ruthless person. Although Wei Bao would never deny it, he also has a sense of responsibility as a father!
Just as Wei Bao's mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts.
At the foot of Dangshan Mountain, Zhao Shizhen ripped off the black cloth covering the carriage.
The next moment, countless black cannon muzzles gleamed coldly under the moonlight.
A red cannon! Something that absolutely does not belong to this era has appeared at this moment.
Ten cannon barrels were neatly arranged in front of Dangshan, looking ferocious and terrifying.
Zhao Shizhen cupped his hands in greeting to Mu Zi'an.
"These ten cannons are my latest inventions. I would like to ask you, young master, to name them."
Mu Zian stepped forward and gently stroked the cannon, speaking calmly.
"Let's call it the East Wind."
Zhao Shizhen was taken aback when he heard this. He had originally thought that his young master would give him a name as powerful as "Thunderbolt" or "Soaring to the Sky".
But who would have thought it would be such an elegant name?
Han Shizhong, Li Siye, and the others looked at the menacing cannon muzzle and couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of the name "Dongfeng."
Although they didn't understand the meaning of the words "East Wind," everyone chose to respect it.
"Do you all know how to use them?"
Mu Zian lowered his voice and asked.
Zhao Shizhen cupped his hands in greeting.
"Please rest assured, young master. I had already sent someone to use it before coming here. Its power is unparalleled, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks."
"Due to the limited number of iron blanks sent from the capital, only ten can be made this time."
"We will be able to start mass production once production increases in the future."
Mu Zian nodded upon hearing this.
At this moment, all the assassins from the Six Burial Hall on Mount Dang looked at each other in bewilderment.
It was so quiet at the foot of the mountain! Absolutely so!
They had absolutely no intention of attacking.
Just then, a burly, bald man spoke.
"Master! In my opinion, these bird soldiers are all useless trash, all show and no substance!"
"They're dragging their feet and don't dare to attack at all!"
"Why don't I lead a few thousand brothers and charge straight down to kill that damned Duke of Zhenguo!"
No sooner had the burly man finished speaking than a sound like thunder suddenly erupted from the sky!
The mountains and rivers trembled the next moment!
Wei Bao only heard a whooshing sound as it cut through the air!
Before he could react, a wave of heat suddenly hit him!
The bald, burly man who had just been yelling about charging down was torn to pieces in a series of explosions!
Blood and chunks of flesh splattered everywhere!
"What's this?"
Wei Bao's head was buzzing! The scalding blood on his hands felt like a branding iron.
At the foot of Dangshan Mountain, Zhao Shizhen took notes in his notebook and then immediately spoke.
"Move the cannon muzzle one inch to the left!"
The ten pitch-black cannons pointed straight at the mountainside of Dangshan.
"Reporting to your young master! The cannon's direction has been adjusted!"
Upon hearing this, Mu Zi'an stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the majestic Dangshan Road before him.
"fire!"
The words had barely left his mouth!
Beneath the vast sky! Ten cannons roared in unison!
The cannonball, as thick as a bucket, crashed violently into Dangshan!
Suddenly! A dazzling light burst forth from the darkness of Dangshan!
A sound like thunderclap carried countless stones tumbling down!
Beneath the vast sky! Tonight, the east wind of Dangshan blows, releasing a thousand trees of blossoms!
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