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Zhao Yushu almost immediately realized that he had been tricked. Of course, this was not a trap set for Mr. Liu, but for the Grand Commander. Young Master Yang was tricked just as a byproduct.

Zhao Yushu could certainly defend himself, and even prove his innocence with actions, but he had already left a very bad first impression on the Grand Commander.

You said you came to Jiangning to travel and investigate, and I said you were specially hired by Cui Jinghao to deal with me.

It is true that the Grand Commander is a mortal, but as the highest-ranking officer guarding an area in the Tang Dynasty, how could he not have monks looking after him?

Just as Cui Jinghao finished speaking, the figure of the Grand Commander retreated instantly, as if someone was pulling his chair from behind.

Someone did pull it.

A thin man in dark blue palace clothes pulled the Grand Commander behind him, and with his other hand, he grabbed the nearest Li Canjun with a sharp claw.

General Li retreated in embarrassment. Even if the palace servant just grabbed him casually, he was still not able to resist like a mere third-level cultivator.

Because the other party is from the seventh heaven.

"No matter life or death."

The Grand Commander uttered four words coldly, turned and walked towards the back hall, and immediately two monks came to meet him.

The thin palace servant nodded, glanced coldly at the five people present, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, licked his lips with his tongue, but did not rush to take action.

"How to do?"

Lan Ling and Zhao Yushu stood side by side, General Li retreated to Cui Jinghao's side, Ye Shi looked around in panic, not knowing which side to stand, and for a moment the five of them were in a three-way stand.

"Cui Jinghao! You want to hurt me!"

Ye Shi was so angry that he stamped his feet and cursed. Cui Jinghao sneered: "Mr. Ye Shi, you can surrender now and see if he will let you go."

Ye Shi suddenly paused and subconsciously looked at the thin palace servant, who gave him a teasing look in return.

It doesn’t matter at all whether I rebelled with Cui Jinghao or not. Cui Jinghao doesn’t care, the palace people and the great monks don’t care, and the commander-in-chief won’t care either. Then what is his purpose in dragging me into this?

Not only Ye Shi couldn't figure it out, Zhao Yushu couldn't figure it out either. However, he was smarter than Ye Shi after all, and he figured it out quickly, but he needed evidence.

"Mr. Cui, what does this have to do with my wife and I?"

"Don't blame me, Young Master Yang. You will definitely get some benefits if you accomplish something great with me. Don't worry, after tonight, no one will know what happened."

The evidence was obtained.

Among the cultivators present, the ones with the highest cultivation levels are Cui Jinghao and Zhao Yushu, both at the fifth level, followed by Lan Ling at the fourth level, and the weakest are Li Canjun and Ye Shi, both at the third level. Under normal circumstances, these people combined are no match for a great cultivator at the seventh level.

But Cui Jinghao is still fearless because he has the support of the Eighth Heaven.

After they start an uprising tonight and kill the Grand Commander, if I know what's good for me and stand with them, I might be able to get some benefits. But if I don't, I will be temporarily captured by them to prevent the news from leaking out, and they will squeeze me dry.

As for future accountability, it will naturally be the unlucky Ye Shi and the deceased commander-in-chief who will take the blame. Unless his own family wants to go to war with the entire Goguryeo, they will have to admit the loss.

What a good plan! Although I am far inferior to the Liao Dynasty's imperial teacher, this little trick is indeed clever.

"Have you finished talking? Then I'll be polite."

The palace maid raised her right hand and stretched out her sharp index finger to wipe the corner of her mouth, as if there was invisible saliva there.

General Li couldn't wait any longer. There was no point in running away in the face of the Seventh Heaven, and he knew that he didn't have to run, but had to delay.

He drew his sword from its sheath and slashed fiercely at the palace maid.

The blade flashed fiercely, and it was obvious at first glance that it was a means of killing the enemy in battle. There was nothing fancy about it, and it was fast and accurate.

A blue robe was cut straight in half.

The torn blue robe slowly fell to the ground, and the palace servant, who was wearing a strange linen robe underneath, instantly stretched to more than twice his size, like a gray python.

The twisted body was just enough to avoid the blade.

With his level of cultivation, even if he didn't dodge, General Li might not be able to hurt him, but he still dodged.

He is showing off his skills.

Different from the shapeshifting of Black Deer, this palace maid should be practicing bone shrinking and a style similar to yoga, except that bone shrinking is done in the opposite way.

In order to make that slashing move, General Li had already taken a step forward. The palace maid stretched her body and her head instantly moved behind General Li. She wrapped her arms around General Li and really wrapped him in her arms like a python.

The two sharp claws were raised, and the nails extended more than a foot long, comparable to ten daggers. With such a blow, General Li would be worse off dead even if he was alive.

"Cui..."

General Li only had time to shout out one word before he was entangled and speechless, his whole face flushed red. It was normal for the third level to be defeated in one move against the seventh level.

But it's not too ordinary.

Zhao Yushu was watching from the sidelines the whole time. When he was in Nanyang, the Yeshi Third Heaven was fighting against the Seventh Heaven, and he was slapped out of the yard by his future father-in-law, but he didn't even have the consciousness to react. That was when his father-in-law showed mercy.

Now it’s a fight to the death. A man of the seventh level wants to kill you, but you can drag it out until now?

What is this monster-like palace maid waiting for?

He was waiting for Cui Jinghao to make a move.

Or someone behind him took action.

Cui Jinghao knew about the existence of the palace people, but still rebelled openly, which meant that he was confident that he could deal with me. Where did he get this confidence?

Another master, or?

Not another master.

Cui Jinghao didn't keep him waiting for long.

With a flick of his long sleeves, two slender knives fell out from his sleeves, flashing two pieces of bright knife light. He ignored the entangled Li Canjun and slashed straight at the two entangled people.

"treasure?"

Looking at the spiritual light on the two narrow swords, they turned out to be two Xuan-level weapons.

Treasures are rare, and weapons are even harder to find. This little-known Cui Jinghao actually came up with two weapons at once.

"That's it?"

The palace maid turned her body slightly and dodged the knife just in time. She was about to kill General Li, but her face suddenly changed and she shrank back sharply.

The sharp knife light followed him like a shadow, biting his figure tightly, but Cui Jinghao did not move.

One after another, narrow knives kept emerging from the sleeves, as if a group of invisible people were waving them, constantly compressing the palace servants' dodging range.

And from the expression of the palace servant, it can be seen that he did not dare to take the sword light head-on.

Zhao Yushu suddenly remembered the prefix that Jin Shigui used when introducing Cui Jinghao yesterday: he was not a wealthy man, he was not a great philanthropist or a businessman, nor was he the founder of the underworld.

The leader of Baidao Hall.

Are there really a hundred knives?

Are there really a hundred Xuan-level treasures?

Zhao Yushu's hand trembled, and several silver needles fell between his fingers.

Watching for so long without taking any action is really inconsistent with his character as a trouble maker.

The room was filled with the flashing lights of swords, which hurt one's eyes. If the situation continued like this, one might become the first non-combat casualty.

There was a flash of silver light, and two silver needles flew away.