Li Liang didn't know why he suddenly thought of that brat Yun Zhang. He stayed on the rooftop from dusk until the stars were high in the sky and thousands of lights came on.
On the other side, Shen Hanshan led a group of guards, taking advantage of the cover of night, crossed the Chunzhao River, and silently approached the courtyard.
The moonlight was thin, and the forest was shrouded in mist, creating an eerie atmosphere around the courtyard. As they ventured deeper, the air seemed to solidify, broken only by the sound of footsteps and the occasional cry of a night bird.
Upon arriving at his destination, Chen Hanshan narrowed his eyes slightly, quickly scanning his surroundings, secretly calculating possible ambushes.
Suddenly, a cold wind swept by, and torches lit up all around, illuminating the dense forest as if it were daytime. Dozens of men in black emerged from the shadows and surrounded Shen Hanshan and his group.
"Shen Hanshan, you really came." A deep and cold voice rang out from the rooftop. Li Liang flew down from the rooftop, his dark purple robe looking sinister and mysterious in the firelight. A cold smile and a mocking tone appeared on his lips, as well as mockery of Shen Hanshan's overestimation of his abilities.
This is Yun Dynasty territory. Even if he killed Shen Hanshan, he could say it was an accident, or that it was a blatant provocation by Da Xuan against Yun Dynasty.
In short, the one who always won was Li Liang.
"Where is the child?!"
Shen Hanshan gripped his longsword tightly, the tip of the sword trembling slightly and emitting a series of clear ringing sounds.
Li Liang snorted softly, slowly stroking the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand, and said slowly, "Let's talk after you win the fight."
Upon hearing this, Shen Hanshan swiftly drew his longsword, gritting his teeth as he said, "Li Liang, you have committed countless evils, today is your end." With that, he moved with lightning speed, pouncing on Li Liang like a cheetah, his sword flashing like lightning, slicing through the air and aiming straight for his opponent's vitals.
Li Liang snorted coldly, his figure flashed strangely, easily dodging Shen Hanshan's fierce attack, and at the same time waved his hand to signal his men to surround and attack.
In an instant, amidst the clash of swords and flashing blades, Shen Hanshan single-handedly fought against an enemy several times his size.
He was agile and his swordsmanship was exquisite. Every move he made was deadly. However, his enemies were numerous and well-trained. Shen Hanshan gradually felt overwhelmed and several bloody marks appeared on his body.
Just as Shen Hanshan was locked in a fierce battle and almost driven to the brink of despair, he suddenly remembered Zhao Zhi's instructions before he left, and an unprecedented surge of power welled up within him. He took a deep breath, and it was as if some kind of power within him was awakened, making his swordsmanship even more ferocious. Each strike was accompanied by the force of thunder, tearing a gap in the enemy ranks.
"Nine Turns Dragon Returns!" Shen Hanshan shouted, the tip of his sword drawing a perfect arc in the air before suddenly spinning back. Wherever the sword light passed, enemies fell one after another, blood splattering everywhere.
This move was his signature technique from the battlefield, and its power remained astonishing when used again today.
Upon seeing this, Li Liang's expression changed slightly. He hadn't expected Shen Hanshan to unleash such astonishing combat power. The two exchanged blows, their sword light and palm winds intertwining, each collision causing the surrounding air to buzz.
He realized that he had no chance of winning in a direct confrontation. Suddenly, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and a plan formed in his mind.
"Hmph, Shen Hanshan, do you think you can win everything with force alone?" Li Liang sneered, his figure subtly retreating, his hands moving rapidly within his sleeves as if searching for something. His movements were subtle and swift; without extremely keen perception, it would be difficult to detect this subtle change.
Just as Shen Hanshan was about to slay the last enemy with his sword, Li Liang suddenly threw a small jade bottle from his sleeve. The bottle drew a strange arc in the air and headed straight for Shen Hanshan.
Although Shen Hanshan was in the midst of a fierce battle, his years of battlefield experience gave him an extraordinary sense of danger. He dodged the jade bottle with a swift movement.
However, the jade bottle did not fall directly; instead, it exploded in mid-air, instantly releasing a pungent, poisonous mist that enveloped Shen Hanshan. This mist was a ghostly green, emanating a chilling aura, clearly indicating it was no ordinary item.
Shen Hanshan's expression changed drastically. He never expected Li Liang to be so despicable as to use such a low-down method as poison. But he was, after all, a warrior who had experienced countless life-or-death trials. He quickly held his breath and circulated his internal energy to form a thin layer of protective qi, attempting to isolate himself from the corrosive effects of the poisonous mist.
Before long, Shen Hanshan and his bodyguards all collapsed to the ground unconscious.
"Hahaha—" Li Liang laughed loudly, "So what if he's a young general? He still fell into my hands, Li Liang. Men! I'm going to turn him into the most powerful drug human!"
Li Liang was certain that Shen Hanshan wouldn't wake up, and he laughed as he prepared to turn and leave. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his neck, and his laughter abruptly stopped.
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