Since taking a boat from Liangzhou to Luyang in Bingzhou, on the waterway.
Han Shizhong, Li Siye, and Zhao Shizhen stood side by side.
Behind them were ten things tightly wrapped in black cloth.
Before him stretched a vast, boundless river.
Han Shizhong crossed his arms and glanced at Zhao Shizhen, who looked like a scholar, and asked.
"Hey Lao Zhao, what exactly is that mysterious thing you're covering under that black cloth? It took quite a bit of effort to get it onto the boat."
Li Siye also expressed some dissatisfaction upon hearing this.
“That’s right. If it weren’t for these things, we should have already rushed to Luyang to meet up with the young master.”
Han Shizhong and Li Siye were both very curious about the things Zhao Shizhen insisted on bringing.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Shizhen reached out and patted the black cloth.
A muffled sound came from within the black cloth, and a hint of pride appeared on Zhao Shizhen's face.
"This thing is quite a powerful artifact, but I haven't decided on a name yet."
Upon hearing this, Han Shizhong's face showed a hint of disdain.
"Could it be that you've managed to get your hands on some divine weapon from the heavens?"
Zhao Shizhen smiled mysteriously upon hearing this.
"If that's the case, then it does fit the facts."
"This is a divine weapon; even General Han's Beiwei Army would probably be no match for it."
Upon hearing this, Han Shizhong was immediately displeased, but he did not directly point it out.
After traveling down the waterway from Bingzhou for three more days, Han Shizhong and his entourage arrived in Luyang and officially met up with Mu Zian.
Han Shizhong led a thousand Beiwei soldiers, Li Siye led a thousand Mo Dao soldiers, and Zhao Yun and Luo Cheng led a thousand Night Scouts.
The two sides, totaling three thousand men, officially met at Luyang Wharf.
At the same time that Mu Zian arrived in Luyang, Lu Feng, the Sima of Bingzhou, led two thousand Bingzhou soldiers to wait at the Luyang dock.
Upon seeing Mu Zi'an, Lü Feng bowed with his hands clasped.
"This humble general, Lü Feng, the Sima of Bingzhou, pays his respects to the Duke of Zhenguo."
"I have been ordered by the governor to lead two thousand soldiers from Bingzhou to assist him."
Mu Zian did not speak upon hearing this, but instead focused his gaze on the two thousand soldiers behind Lü Feng.
A single glance made Mu Zian frown. He saw that the two thousand soldiers led by Lü Feng were all old, weak, sick, or disabled.
After scanning the room, Mu Zian stood with his hands behind his back and sneered.
"I had heard that Bingzhou had a strong and well-equipped army, and now that I have seen it, I can confirm that it truly lives up to its reputation."
Lü Feng wasn't stupid; he could naturally hear the sarcasm in Mu Zi'an's words.
"Reporting to the Duke of Zhenguo, Bingzhou is in dire need of defense against enemy invasions, hence the shortage of troops. These two thousand soldiers are the best I can muster."
Mu Zian did not reply upon hearing this, but instead walked away from Lü Feng.
Mu Zian's philosophy of life is very simple.
If someone treats me with respect, I will treat them with even greater respect. Those who respect others will be respected in return, while those who do not respect others should be treated the same way they treat others.
Upon seeing this, Lü Feng's expression turned cold, and he was about to speak.
However, when he looked up, he saw four pairs of eyes—Han Shizhong, Li Siye, Luo Cheng, and Zhao Yun—staring coldly at him.
An invisible pressure surged forth like a flood bursting its banks, choking Lu Feng's harsh words and preventing him from uttering them.
The three thousand men led by Mu Zian did not enter the city but instead stationed themselves outside Luyang.
Mu Zian never intended to hide his whereabouts.
Ning Hongchen, who remained unconscious, was placed under personal protection in Luyang City by Mu Zi'an.
As night fell, a cold wind howled through the camp.
Mu Zian's smile vanished completely, and he became as cold as a block of ice that had never melted.
Mu Zi'an's hatred for the Six Burial Hall came from the bottom of his heart.
Previously, Mu Zi'an lacked sufficient revenge, so he could only endure and accumulate strength. But now, he is a completely different person.
Mu Zian looked at the generals in front of him and spoke.
"I will not say anything more. There is only one purpose for the Duke of this country to gather you all here."
Mu Zian's voice was like the low moan of a demon from hell.
"This lord will ensure that the words 'Six Burial Halls' will never be seen again in the world!"
Inside the tent, everyone cupped their hands in greeting.
"Your subordinate obeys!"
As the words fell, Mu Zian's gaze landed on Young Master Feng, who had remained silent in the corner.
Young Master Feng raised his head and spoke.
"The main hall of the Six Burial Hall is located in a place called Dangshan outside Luyang City."
"The entire interior of Dangshan has been hollowed out, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack."
"The main hall is filled with a large number of experts from the six halls, and there are no fewer than a hundred people like me who have undergone the Heavenly Burial."
"When I arrived in Bingzhou, I had already received a coded message from the Six Burial Hall. I estimate that there are no fewer than 10,000 assassins in the Six Burial Hall headquarters at this time."
"Don't underestimate these 10,000 people; each one of them is a master who has been famous in the martial arts world for a long time."
As he spoke, Young Master Feng's gaze fell on Mu Zi'an.
"The Six Burial Hall has been defeated by you many times before. This time, it seems they want to take advantage of the main hall's location to thoroughly test your strength."
Young Master Feng felt no remorse whatsoever for betraying the Six Burial Hall.
On the contrary, Young Master Feng felt even more deeply the same way about the dislike for this place.
This time, he wanted to see what was so special about the man Ning Hongchen had chosen!
While Mu Zian was planning his next move outside Luyang City.
The main hall of the Six Burial Hall was brightly lit.
Now, under the orders of the head of the Six Burial Hall, countless assassins from the Six Burial Hall are rushing in from all directions.
Meanwhile, inside the stone chamber at the center of the Six Burial Hall.
An elderly man with white hair sat in the main seat, while behind him stood a man with a effeminate face.
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