Crown Prince of the Empire, I quit!

There was a loud noise when Chang Baishan and his men broke open the last fine steel door of Liu Mansion's warehouse.

It was like the heaviest blow to the death knell of this century-old powerful family.

Behind the door, the last few fearless Liu soldiers had red eyes.

He almost used his flesh and blood to support the boxes and piles of gold and silver ingots.

Standing in front of the mountain of copper coins, he tried to make the final burial sacrifice for the family's wealth.

"kill!"

The saber whistled like a cleaver breaking through the wind, and Chang Baishan rushed in first like a furious King Kong!

As the sword flashed, the blocking spear shaft broke and the thick leather armor was torn like paper.

A brave soldier was split in two from shoulder to hip.

The smell of blood mixed with the cold metallic smell of gold and silver spread instantly.

The elite soldiers of the Ever-Victorious Army following behind him were like tigers pouncing on a flock of sheep, with spears stabbing and hoes flying. In the narrow vault corridor, bones and flesh flew everywhere, and the scene was extremely tragic.

The Liu family's last resistance in the face of this violent force was like ice and snow encountering flames, and it quickly melted away.

When the last tribal soldier fell on the boxes of gold bars with blood holes all over his body.

Chang Baishan stepped over the still twitching body.

The combat boots splashed with sticky blood as they stepped heavily on the gold brick floor.

He didn't look at the dazzling wealth under his feet, his cold eyes were like a searchlight.

Glancing at this treasury of evil built with the people's blood, sweat, and sweat, and salt, iron, and gold.

The huge gold ingot reflected the flickering firelight, illuminating the lingering blood of the enemy on his face.

"Li San!"

His voice was like iron.

"Take inventory! Seal it up! Leave five hundred men to defend this place to the death! Anyone who dares to touch a grain of gold sand will be killed!"

"Follow the order!"

An old soldier covered in blood but with sharp eyes responded like thunder.

He was the man who was beaten with a military stick for leaving his post without permission at the foot of Black Wind Ridge, and whose ability to read and do accounting was later discovered by Liu Yueli.

At this moment, he led a team of soldiers whose eyes were excited but restrained.

Like a hungry tiger coming down the mountain with chains, they quickly occupied key locations in the warehouse and began to count and seal off the warehouse.

Chang Baishan strode out of the warehouse and stepped into the burning core area of ​​Liu Mansion.

The fire has engulfed half of the mansion. The once carved beams and painted buildings, and exotic flowers and plants have now become charcoal and ruins.

He had a clear target: Old Master Liu's study.

All they passed were broken walls and fallen corpses, including those of the Liu family's guards, private soldiers, and maids who were unfortunately caught up in the incident. The air was filled with the stench of burnt corpses and roasted human flesh.

The study door was wide open, offering no resistance. Thick smoke billowed from inside.

Chang Baishan placed the tip of his knife against the door frame and cautiously stepped in. In the thick smoke, he saw a figure.

Old Master Liu sat hunched over behind his huge rosewood desk.

On the desk, the picture of his family business, stained with his blood, was burning silently.

The flames licked the expensive silk and also devoured every mineral deposit, salt road and fertile land marked on it.

The old man's face had a strange blue-black color, blood was flowing from all seven orifices, and his whole body exuded the same fishy smell as the dark green poison.

He was not completely dead. When he heard footsteps, his cloudy eyes moved with difficulty and focused on the tall, blood-stained young figure at the door, who looked like the god of death from hell.

"Ho, ho..."

There was a sound like a broken bellows in his throat. Old Master Liu tried to speak, but he vomited more black blood.

His withered fingers trembled as he pointed at Changbai Mountain and then at the burning map. His eyes were filled with hatred, yet also mixed with a hint of crazy laughter.

Chang Baishan looked at him coldly, as if looking at a dying poisonous snake.

He did not move forward, nor did he swing his knife.

"You destroyed...my legacy..."

The old man hushed a few words, "But can you defeat the heavens? Can you defeat the people above? They will let you... let you die without a burial place, even more miserable than me...!"

Chang Baishan raised the corner of his mouth into an icy arc, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

"Heaven? The generals of Daqian don't respect gods or Buddhas, they only seek justice! Your foundation is nothing but a cancer that sucks the blood of the people! As for the people above?"

He looked up, his eyes seemed to penetrate the charred roof and look into the deep night sky.

"I'm waiting for their knives to fall, but before that."

His voice suddenly turned sharp, like the sound of cold iron clashing.

"I will lead the Ever-Victorious Army, using the Liu family's money and food, and the swords of the county city, to fight our way through and ask them, who owns the world?!"

"Daqian? You guys...!"

Old Master Liu's eyes suddenly widened, as if he wanted to say something.

But it was eventually blocked by a larger stream of black blood.

His body twitched violently a few times, then his head tilted and he collapsed completely in the chair, his cloudy eyes staring at the burning map.

Frozen in endless resentment and fear.

A powerful man of his generation, who dominated the world for decades, eventually committed suicide by taking poison in front of the scroll in which his wealth and ambitions burned. His death was horrible.

"General! There is an old man outside the door who calls himself the butler. He just died and left a box, saying it was instructions for the general!" A personal soldier hurried in to report.

Chang Baishan fixed his gaze and walked to the door.

At the bottom of the stairs, the old butler was covered in blood, his chest sunken. He had obviously been fatally wounded and had died just as he climbed here. In his arms, he was clutching a bloodstained black lacquer box.

Chang Baishan squatted down and opened the box. A bloody smell hit him in the face!

Inside the box was the head of County Magistrate Huang Bingtang, with white hair and beard and a face full of horror and despair!

The broken neck was a bloody mess! There was also a stack of secret letters soaked in blood, with the top letter clearly visible.

"Xizhou Governor and His Majesty the State, Liu Wenbai, the Grand Secretary..."

Just as Chang Baishan saw the body of the old housekeeper and the head of the county magistrate.

The explosions and shouts from the direction of the county magistrate's office also reached a peak.

Wei Zhong's trusted captain led his troops to break down the gate of the burning and half-collapsed main building.

They fought their way into the rear court, which was already littered with corpses. Flames shot up into the sky, and screams rang out incessantly.

"Quick! Put out the fire! Find the county magistrate! If he's alive, I want him. If he's dead, I want his body!"

The captain shouted loudly, his heart pounding.

He knew that finding County Magistrate Huang was crucial to General Wei Zhong's surrender.

The search was extremely difficult amidst the scorching rubble and piles of corpses.

Suddenly, a soldier screamed miserably.

He staggered back, covering his arm. A poisonous needle, almost black and as thin as an ox hair, pierced deeply into his forearm. In the blink of an eye, the wound turned black and swollen!

"There's an ambush! Be careful of hidden weapons!"

the soldier exclaimed.

Then, from the smoke-filled corner and the shadow of the attic that had not yet completely collapsed, several figures flashed out like ghosts!

These people were dressed in tight clothes that almost blended into the night, and they wore black masks on their faces, revealing only a pair of cold, emotionless eyes.

Moving as fast as lightning, holding a poisoned short blade or a thin rope, like a long-lurking poisonous snake, it launches the final deadly attack!

It was the Nine Snake Guards sent by Old Master Liu!