Xie Daoyun's eyes widened in disbelief. She rarely saw Zu An make a move, but coming from a prestigious family, she had a keen eye. However, she couldn't quite understand what type of move this was. She was deeply shocked, though she didn't understand it.
Yang Shen, the scarred man opposite him, originally looked down on him. After all, Zu An had no energy fluctuations and looked no different from an ordinary person. The only difference was that he was a little more handsome.
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However, upon seeing this scene, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately roared, "Retreat! Everyone, retreat!"
In that instant, he felt a tremor run through his body. He had roamed various prefectures and counties for many years, but this was the first time he had ever felt this way.
Unfortunately, his men were too excited to hear anything as they rushed toward the "spoils of war."
Zu'an then turned back and asked Wang Bolin and Zhang Zijiang, "Are these rebels from the Demonic Cult?"
The two men were staring at the sky with their mouths agape as if they were looking at a deity when they heard this, and they instinctively shook their heads: "No, they are rebels from Shuanglong Mountain."
Zu An was already quite displeased when he saw Xie Daoyun and the Imperial Guards wounded and coughing up blood, and when he saw how ferocious these rebels were, completely unlike the righteous army he had imagined.
Now that he heard it had nothing to do with the Demonic Sect, he no longer needed to worry about hurting Yun Jianyue and Qiu Honglei's feelings, so he directly activated the Azure Phoenix Sword Formation.
Now he uses divine weapon diagrams to simulate those divine weapons. Although their power is not as great as real heavenly-rank weapons, they are perfect for use in group attacks on the battlefield.
Golden sword shadows shot out, each strike landing in the rebel camp like a cannonball, causing an explosion within a radius of several dozen feet.
And these shooting swords number far more than tens of thousands.
After a round of firepower, a fan-shaped clearing appeared in the area closest to the Imperial Guards. There was nothing there—no corpses, no blood, only countless pits of varying depths.
The rebels behind blinked. Where were those who had charged ahead?
It took them a while to realize what was happening, and then they all ran backwards, howling and screaming, even faster than when they had sprinted.
For these rebels, they don't need to be proficient in other skills, but they must be quick to escape. Those who are not quick to escape are already overgrown with weeds.
For the rebels, military discipline is irrelevant. They are used to breaking up into smaller groups and then finding opportunities to regroup, which is one of the most troublesome aspects for the government troops that have always been tasked with suppressing bandits.
Scarface Yang Shen had originally intended to rush over to save his men, but after witnessing the power of that sword formation, he decisively turned and ran. What a joke! This intruder from who-knows-where was he? Going up against him would only mean certain death. He saw Monk Lu Zhi already striding far ahead on his thick legs and couldn't help but curse inwardly, "That guy's disloyal! He didn't even warn me before running away."
Over the years, he had learned the essentials of escaping, and he did not use his Grandmaster abilities to fly, because that would clearly tell the enemy that they were coming to chase him. Having witnessed Zaun's incredibly powerful move just now, he was not even confident that he could escape from the opponent by flying.
His strategy was successful. The rebels numbered in the thousands and fled, covering the entire mountainside. Moreover, they were all strangely shaped. The two of them blended in and were no different from the other rebels.
Zuan was not a cruel and bloodthirsty person. Seeing that the rebel army had dispersed, he hesitated for a moment and did not kill them all.
At this moment, he felt a strange aura flowing into his body, and his level experience bar changed. He had now broken through level 70 and even increased slightly.
Although none of these rebels are top-tier experts individually, they are all minor elites, and their numbers are considerable when combined.
Zu An thought to himself that it was fortunate he still had principles; otherwise, someone else would have slaughtered countless people to become stronger.
At this moment, Wang Bolin and Zhang Zijiang came to their senses: "We can't let the head go..."
The two stopped talking halfway through their conversation. They thought that if Lord Zu was so powerful, how could he not know that the bandit leader should not be released?
With his abilities, keeping the other party in place would have been a piece of cake. Now that he's let them go, he must have his reasons. Perhaps he's playing the long game. Asking questions now would seem naive.
Thinking back to how the two had questioned and even looked down on Zuan not long ago, both of them felt ashamed.
In particular, Lord Zu had just reminded them, but they completely disregarded it and insisted on bringing a small number of people, which almost led to a disaster, requiring Lord Zu to come and save them.
That's human nature. When Zuan said the same thing before, they thought the other person was cowardly and afraid of trouble.
But after witnessing his earth-shattering power, they immediately realized that every word he said contained a hidden meaning, and that their incomprehension stemmed from their own dullness and failure to grasp the essence of the matter.
Zu An had no idea that these two had mastered such a skillful self-defense technique. He glanced at the numerous Imperial Guards; although almost everyone was injured, fortunately none of them were in mortal danger. The wound medicine they carried was enough to stabilize their condition.
After finishing with his subordinates' matters, he turned to Xie Daoyun and asked, "How are you feeling?"
"My mental energy is quite depleted. I'll be fine after a period of rest," Xie Daoyun replied, blushing.
In truth, this kind of mental exhaustion is the most troublesome for a rune master; even years of recuperation might not guarantee a full recovery. However, she wasn't concerned with that at the moment. Her heart was pounding inexplicably, and her mind kept replaying the image of him suspended in mid-air, sword light flashing behind him, the rebel army vanishing in the blink of an eye—so cool…
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