In the Great Qin Dynasty, I, the Unruly Commander, begin by dual-cultivating with Yan Ling Ji.

"This……"

The Snow Goddess looked utterly astonished, her beautiful eyes wide open as she stared incredulously at the courtyard.

Just now, the Zhao army, which had surrounded the courtyard so tightly that it was completely impenetrable, vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye!

These heavily armored and menacing soldiers were swept away as if by a sudden storm, leaving not a trace.

Not only that, their indestructible armor was also reduced to ashes in the terrifying, dazzling lightning, as if it had never existed at all.

Such a scene is truly astonishing and chilling.

The Snow Maiden involuntarily turned her stunningly beautiful eyes toward the elegant young man, Ying Ziqing, who was leisurely brewing tea in the pavilion in the center of the courtyard.

He sat there calmly and gracefully, his movements fluid and effortless as he gently arranged the tea set in his hands.

At this moment, Ying Ziqing's gaze was indifferent as water and cold as snow.

Like a god high above, looking down upon all living beings, his eyes were deep and far-reaching, revealing an unparalleled majesty and a detached indifference from the world.

It seems that everything in the world is nothing but fleeting smoke in his eyes, not worth mentioning.

However, this seemingly calm and collected man had just unleashed such earth-shattering and terrifying methods, akin to divine punishment.

In the blink of an eye, he could reduce an army to nothing. Such supernatural power is simply inconceivable and beyond imagination!

"The Snow Maiden's dance was truly captivating; one glance could topple a city, a second glance could topple a nation."

Ying Ziqing stood up, walked unhurriedly to the Snow Maiden, extended his long, slender fingers, lifted the Snow Maiden's chin, and said softly:

"I wonder if Miss Snow Maiden would be willing to leave with me now?"

At this moment, the Snow Woman's beautiful eyes became somewhat hazy, and a blush crept onto her cool and fair face.

"This servant will do as you please, young master."

Ying Ziqing smiled slightly, raised his hand to embrace Xue Nu's cool and boneless waist, and then leisurely walked out of the courtyard.

In the royal palace,

King Zhao, who was enjoying himself with his concubines, was startled by the sudden sound of thunder outside.

He hurriedly dressed and went outside the palace, only to see that the dazzling lightning seemed like a world-destroying divine punishment, instantly covering an entire city!

"Damn it, who on earth has angered God so much...?"

Shortly after that, a tall man dressed in general's armor hurriedly knelt down in front of him.

"Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!! The hundreds of armored soldiers who went to capture the murderer have all been annihilated by the lightning that fell from the sky!"

King Zhao: "..."

Well, so after all this time, it turns out that God struck down one of his own soldiers.

However, King Zhao also felt a slight unease. How could someone kill Lord Yanchun and then summon lightning to obliterate hundreds of armored men?

If this person cannot be captured, the deaths of Lord Yanchun may cause discord between Yan and Zhao.

Thinking of this, King Zhao slowly spoke:

"By my decree, the Imperial Palace is ordered to capture this culprit at all costs, regardless of his life or death!"

"Your humble servant will obey Your Majesty's command..."

The Offering Pavilion is a collection of martial arts masters that King Zhao has spent a lot of money to cultivate. Among them, there are more than ten martial artists at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm and five martial artists at the Grandmaster level.

Even if this criminal could wear down hundreds of armored soldiers, he would certainly not escape the pursuit of the Pavilion of Worship.

With this thought in mind, King Zhao, relieved, turned and returned to the palace to continue his revelry with his concubines...

......

On the streets under curfew, Ying Ziqing walked unhurriedly with Xue Nu in his arms, seemingly unconcerned about the pursuit in Handan, as if he were fishing for her.

Just then, they were suddenly blocked in front of them by several people dressed in black robes.

Ying Ziqing raised her icy gaze and looked them over, her voice laced with undisguised mockery:

"One Grandmaster, four Innate Realm experts, haha... Zhao Kingdom has truly fallen on hard times. These few worthless scoundrels dare to try and stop me..."

Upon hearing that there was a Grandmaster-level expert on the other side, Xue Nu tugged at Ying Ziqing's robe with some nervousness, a hint of worry showing in her beautiful eyes.

At that moment, the imposing and cold-faced Grandmaster martial artist opposite him let out a cold snort filled with disdain and anger.

Immediately afterwards, he slowly but steadily reached out and grasped the hilt of the gleaming longsword at his waist, and slowly drew it out of its sheath.

Once the sword was completely detached from its sheath, its sharp tip, gleaming with a cold light, was pointed directly at Ying Ziqing, who was not far away.

The grandmaster martial artist seemed about to say something harsh to Ying Ziqing, but before he could utter a single word...

Suddenly! Everyone saw a dazzling golden arc of light flash before their eyes, as fast as lightning.

When everyone realized what was happening, they were shocked to find that the once imposing grandmaster martial artist was now lying on the ground, clutching his bloodied right arm and howling in pain.

It turned out that, in that instant, the arm that was holding the sword had been severed by the mysterious golden arc of light!

Just as everyone was still in shock, Ying Ziqing's indifferent, godlike voice drifted out.

"To dare point a sword at me, you display a degree of ignorant courage..."

As Ying Ziqing finished speaking, a scarlet mask, as red as blood, appeared in his hand.

The grandmaster martial artist, clutching his severed arm, looked at the scarlet mask and a deep fear suddenly appeared in his eyes.

In the seven kingdoms today, no warrior dares to casually wear that scarlet mask, which symbolizes the most terrifying and tyrannical power in the world, except for one person...

Bad Boy!

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