Why do I have so many masters?

As if a flash flood suddenly erupted, an invisible ripple swept across, accompanied by the continuous sound of blades clashing, marking the sudden rise of mechanical crossbows with a killing intent, as the Ministry of Punishment's martial soldiers formed into a military formation.

The illusory form of the Bi'an behind Wuxin instantly became real, opening its great mouth, with tusks protruding, and an invisible might spread out, a massive oppressive force pressing down. For the first time, Wang Anfeng felt this kind of power similar to that of the Military Family Army Formation, an inner enlightenment dawning on him.

This is why the Imperial Court can suppress the entire Jianghu.

An idea flashed through his mind, Wang Anfeng's right hand slightly lifted the hilt of his sword, a trace of thunderbolts flashing deep in his pupils. After all, having once exhibited grandmaster techniques as a martial artist, he was indeed different. Instantly, streaks of blue-purple thunderbolts appeared out of the void, enveloping the Bi'an's phantom.

In the courtyard, the tall elder who was seated could no longer maintain his composure, suddenly standing up and turning his head to look outside. That familiar Qi Mechanism grew increasingly vast, causing his body hair to stand on end.

The elder suddenly turned around and said:

"We can't wait any longer, Young Master, we must leave immediately."

"Even the Thunder Department Grandmaster has arrived."

After speaking, as if knowing that words would not persuade the other, he already approached, his figure transforming, instantly appearing beside the Young Master, his palm which was as large as a fan opened, gripping the latter's shoulder. Instantly, having outlined the Qi Mechanism, he was about to rush out. There was an entire street here, dozens of households, and the Ministry of Punishment had not completely surrounded them, so there was still a chance to break out.

The sound of a zither suddenly stopped at this moment, then there was a calm voice saying: "Wuxin's strategy is correct and fair, the master of a grand overture, seemingly a firm wall pressing down, ordinary generals seek to break ten with one, Wuxin, however, meets one with one. To break it, unless possessing power far greater than his, otherwise, it is almost impossible to defeat him."

The elder was irritable in his heart, having not the slightest good impression of the person in front of him, coldly said:

"Can you break it?!"

"No."

"I've said, what Wuxin is doing is dragging both sides into the same battlefield, then directly overpowering the opponent head-on. If you can fight many with one, naturally you can defeat him, but can you defeat that Lei Dao Grandmaster?"

The elder snorted coldly and then looked at the person beside him, saying:

"Young Master, today, even if you blame me, I can't care about that, I must take you out."

At this time, that gentleman spoke again, calmly.

"However, this strategy completely relies on the manipulation of Wuxin, to break his strategy, just suppress Wuxin himself."

"His mind is cold and indifferent, without any other likes, but there is one thing, which is a mortal flaw."

The expressions of the elder and the young man simultaneously changed slightly.

At this moment, on the long street.

A cold snort came from the air, simultaneously, a mighty pressure spread out, the Bi'an formed by the cumulative Qi Mechanism of numerous Ministry of Punishment's martial soldiers surprisingly let out a whimper, stopped in midair, its body seeming like water ripples, revealing waves of ripples.

As the supporting point, both Wuxin and Wang Anfeng, who provided the Lei Dao Qi Mechanism, felt a powerful oppressive force falling on their shoulders.

Wang Anfeng staggered, his feet sinking, simultaneously, the murderous aura of a former grandmaster-killer spontaneously emerged, like a flood dragon breaking through water, intending to counterattack, yet lacking the spiritual rhyme support, it couldn't fulfill its wish, only coiling around Wang Anfeng's surroundings.

Wuxin's face was deathly pale, a trace of coldness flashing in his pupils, he opened his mouth and spoke, his voice hoarse like smoke:

"Do it."

The Ministry of Punishment's martial soldiers instantly moved forward, murderous aura surging, but in the blink of an eye, the Qi Mechanism was disregarded, suppressing down, with vast and mighty air, as well as undisguised anger.

"Who dares to make a move?!"

"You, what nerve!"

...

In the courtyard, before the elder and the young man, that gentleman lowered his eyebrows, calmly said:

"Although Wuxin harbors the heart of a chivalrous hero, he is ultimately an official, and moreover, a capital official."

"Great Qin, for the purpose of suppressing various places, adopted the system of Pillars of the State. After more than twenty years, the consequences have manifested. Wuxin's actions have already violated the unspoken taboos between capital officials and the Pillars of the State."

"A truly significant taboo."

...

Just a few hundred meters from there, a person descended with wind and thunder, standing above Wuxin and Wang Anfeng.

And before the Liangzhou governor's residence, a gentle and smiling young man half-kneeled with crossed arms in front of a noblewoman, lowering his forehead, respectfully said:

"Reporting to Madam"

"Zhang Xiaoyu has not failed the mission, the governor's letter has been delivered to the Pillar of the State."

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