Mad Blade fell into the river, and bright red blood gushed from the wounds in his chest and abdomen, making the river water even redder.
"The Mad Blade is dead?"
Wang Shao said in shock, looking at the corpse floating on the river in disbelief.
The Purple-Clad Marquis and Master Lingguang were also extremely shocked.
Kuangdao was at least at the early stage of the Transcendent Realm, and was a prominent figure in the capital.
As a result, Mad Blade can't even withstand a single sword strike from Night Wind!
Could it be that the Demon-Slaying Sword Night Wind has already reached the same level as the Sword Saint?
Purple-Clad Marquis and Master Lingguang thought to themselves, their expressions changing repeatedly.
Suddenly, Mad Blade's corpse moved.
Suddenly, Kuangdao leaped out of the river and ran wildly into the distance, like a stray dog.
He didn't even dare to look back at Ye Feng!
"So his heart is on the right side." Night Wind suddenly realized.
Hearing this, Wang Shao was even more shocked.
It turns out that Mad Blade didn't die. The reason he survived was because his heart was on the right side, not the left, which allowed him to escape from Mr. Night's sword!
If his heart were on the left side like most people's, he would really be a corpse by now!
"Who's next? Never mind, you two can come at me together."
Ye Feng looked at Zi Yi Hou and Master Ling Guang with a faint smile on his face.
But neither the Purple-Clad Marquis nor Master Lingguang dared to make a move!
They had all witnessed the strength Ye Feng had just displayed, so how could they dare to fight him?
Mad Blade was lucky enough to survive; if they had fought Night Wind, they might not have been so lucky!
Master Lingguang clasped his hands together and said with a smile, "It is said that the Demon-Slaying Sword Night Wind is righteous and compassionate towards the people, and tonight I have seen that this is indeed the case! This humble monk is impressed, truly impressed!"
“In that case, Mr. Ye will handle Young Master Wang and his companions; this humble monk will not interfere.”
Having said that, Master Lingguang immediately urged the small boat beneath his feet to leave, not daring to linger there for even a moment.
“Only you are left,” Ye Feng said, looking at the Purple-Clad Marquis.
The Purple-Clad Marquis looked extremely embarrassed, with beads of sweat the size of soybeans appearing on his forehead.
"Mr. Ye's swordsmanship is superb; I admit I am no match for him."
"The Purple-Clad Marquis said, then retreated into the darkness and disappeared."
Master Lingguang is gone, Marquis Ziyi is gone, but Mad Blade's men are still on the shore.
Those subordinates were all looking at Ye Feng with trepidation, standing there without daring to move.
"Senior sister, these people are in your care," Ye Feng said.
"Leave it to me."
As soon as Luo Mengxuan's voice rang out, a shower of flower petals appeared, instantly enveloping those people.
Then screams rose and fell, a truly pitiful sight!
When the sea of flowers disappeared, several corpses were found on the ground.
Ye Feng turned to Wang Shao and said, "If you want to see General Lu, then come with me."
After saying that, Ye Feng walked towards the other side of the river without even glancing at Wang Shao and his companions.
Luo Mengxuan was following closely beside Ye Feng at this moment.
"Mr. Ye, I believe in you. You are a good man and worthy of trust!"
Wang Shao shouted and hurriedly carried his injured companion on his back, chasing after Ye Feng.
Upon reaching Ye Feng's side, Wang Shao hurriedly said, "My name is Wang Jing, and this is my friend Long Duotu on my back. He is a member of the Chaozhen tribe."
Wang Jing is clearly from the Central Plains, so why would he become friends with Longduotu, a Chao Zhenren?
Although Ye Feng was puzzled, he did not ask any further questions. He simply said, "Stop talking nonsense now. Come with me first, and we'll talk slowly when we see General Lu."
“Yes, Mr. Ye.” Wang Jing nodded emphatically.
Before long, Ye Feng led Luo Mengxuan and Wang Jinglong back to the inn.
Lu Chenguan, Lu Qingshuang, and the others knew that Ye Feng was going to test Hong Yanguan tonight, so they did not rest and waited for Ye Feng at the post station.
Seeing Ye Feng and Luo Mengxuan return safely, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
"Who are these two...?"
Lu Chenguan looked curiously at Wang Jing, who was following Ye Feng, and asked.
Lu Qingshuang was even more curious.
Ye Feng and Luo Mengxuan sneaked into Hong Yan Pavilion at night, presumably to gather intelligence.
But how did they bring back two living people?
"His name is Wang Jing, and this is his friend Longduotu, also known as Chao Zhenren," Ye Feng said.
Upon hearing the words "Master Chao," both Lu Chenguan and Lu Qingshuang's expressions changed.
Seeing this, Wang Jing hurriedly said, "General Lu, the peace talks are a sham. Master Chao is just stalling for time. Master Chao is not a monolithic entity, so they need time to resolve their internal strife. If we delay sending troops, we will be in deep trouble once Master Chao has resolved his internal strife!"
After a moment's thought, Lu Chen nodded and said, "I've also heard that there's not much unity within the Chao Zhenren organization. It seems that this news is true."
Although he said that, Lu Chenguan did not actually believe it all.
He glanced at the Rondotu on Wang Jing's back and asked, "Young Master Wang, this information was given to you by your friend, wasn't it? I wonder what your friend is like..."
Before Lu Chenguan could finish speaking, Longduotu struggled to open his eyes and said weakly, "General Lu, our Chaozhen tribe is not a single entity, but rather composed of seven tribes. Because of this, we are not united internally, and there are conflicts between the seven tribes."
Lu Qingshuang asked curiously, "You are a True Person of the Chao Clan, why did you tell us such important information? Do you know that you are tantamount to betraying us?"
Longduotu's face showed an expression even more painful than crying as he said, "Our Chaozhen clan originally had eight tribes, but the tribe I belong to was wiped out by the other seven tribes. My father, my mother, my brothers, and my people all died tragically at their hands!"
"If that's the case, why should I remain loyal to them! I wish all seven tribes of the Chaozhen Clan would disappear from this world!"
The resentment on Rondo's face didn't seem fake; it looked like he was telling the truth.
Because his tribe was destroyed, Longduotu no longer felt any sense of belonging to the Chaozhen tribe, and even harbored a deep hatred for the seven major tribes of the Chaozhen tribe.
Given this, it's not surprising that he made a special trip to the Central Plains to inform Wang Jing of the internal intelligence of the Chaozhen clan.
It was already late at night.
Lu Chenguan then said, "Gentlemen, please stay at this inn for now. There will be people here to protect your safety. I will keep in mind what you just said, and I will go to the palace tomorrow to visit the Right Chancellor and see his attitude."
Wang Jing and Longduotu both nodded.
After Wang Jing and Longduotu left, Lu Chenguan bowed to Ye Feng.
Knowing that Lu Chenguan had something to ask him to do, Ye Feng said, "General Lu, please speak freely."
Lu Chen nodded and said, "Mr. Ye, now that your name, the Demon-Slaying Sword, has resounded throughout the capital, you are practically the number one figure in the capital. In that case, I would like to humbly request that you visit the four princes tomorrow and see what their attitude is."
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