Origin Paradise!

Without turning his head, Jiang He threw a punch to the side, the light and dark forces working together to blast the short assassin's head apart. At the same time, he stomped on the neck, killing the struggling tall assassin in the process.

"Roar!"

Within the smoke, the old shopkeeper roared angrily, reached into the cabinet behind him and pulled out another short sword. He unleashed all thirty-six styles of the Misty Rain Sword Technique, charging forward like a madman.

Jiang He's iron spear flashed with light. His opponent was only a mid-level martial artist. With a single thrust of his spear, the surrounding smoke dispersed as if it had encountered a storm. The incredibly heavy spear tip shattered the short sword and then pierced the old shopkeeper's head.

The headless corpse knelt on the ground, dead.

"You idiot, find the ledger."

"clear."

Jiang He placed his palm against the hearts of the three people in turn, drawing their heart blood. For a commercial organization, it was unlikely that Yan Yu Lou would not keep ledgers. As for the assassination, it was nothing more than the goods and services that Yan Yu Lou sold.

[Bloodbath Progress Bar: 76% → 85%]

[Common-grade Blood Poison: Deals 85% additional poison damage]

Half an hour later, Wuhe brought three account books, and hundreds of birds gathered around him.

Jiang He flipped through the books one by one. The first book was about normal business, with rather dismal accounts. The eagles and birds here were actually communication tools for the assassins. The second book was about assassination services, with information about the clients, the time and place of the assassination, and the targets all clearly recorded.

In the third book, every name is a prominent figure. The acting sect leader of the Great Ming Sect appears as a target three times, and the head of the Yan family appears as many as seven times. In the past week, there has only been one business deal, with the client paying a thousand taels of gold.

"General Chen, an old acquaintance."

Jiang He closed the roster. Since the other party had already resorted to assassination, there was no need for him to be bound by the rules any longer.

"You idiot, this guy is the commander-in-chief of the Eastern City Commandery. How long will it take you to lock him down?"

“He won’t leave the city, at most half an hour,” Wuhe said confidently.

Chapter 131 Dragon Blood Bow

The night is as cold as water.

Birds flew past the Dusi Mansion in the east of the city.

Inside the courtroom, General Chen paced back and forth in front of the desk with his hands behind his back and his head down, his face unusually solemn.

"Young Chen, you still can't shake your impetuous habits. Even if the assassination fails and the Eagle House is destroyed, so what? Does that lucky guy who got a title of Earl dare to kill you, the General?"

In the main seat of the hall, the old man had white hair and beard, which were neatly combed. His face was wrinkled, but he did not have sagging eye bags. He was dressed in coarse cloth, but his muscles, which looked like stacked steel bars, were everywhere, exuding explosive power. He held a bow in one hand, with a majestic demeanor.

"Uncle Guo, that man is young."

Upon hearing the address "Young Master Chen," General Chen sighed helplessly. This Uncle Guo was a top-ranking martial artist and a sworn brother of the old prince. Later, the Prince of Anbei turned against his brother, and after a series of changes, Uncle Guo was forced to retire. Even so, his position as the top archer remained unshakable. He had invited him here to protect his own safety, and this was the best he could do in the short term.

The elderly man surnamed Guo nodded upon hearing this.

“When I was young, I was fearless. In comparison, you are cautious and know to leave a few spies outside the Eagle House. Well, the Northern Barbarians have launched a large-scale southward invasion this time, and I was planning to come out of the mountains anyway.”

A moment later, the old man surnamed Guo suddenly closed his eyes and then opened them again, a bloodthirsty smile of interest on his face.

"You're absolutely right, someone's coming."

General Chen fell silent. A sharpshooter has four magic weapons: eyesight, arm strength, hearing, and endurance. It is said that Uncle Guo can see flies a hundred meters away and hear the breathing of fish underwater. This is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

The old man surnamed Guo drew the crimson Dragon Blood Bow in his hand. This precious bow had a long history, dating back several decades. At that time, Jianjiang in Yizhou was not as peaceful as it is now. A blood python in the river transformed into a dragon and wreaked havoc, bringing disaster to the entire prefecture. The Soul Daoist killed it with his sword, but he himself was also seriously injured. A few years later, he passed away on the summit of Jianchi Mountain.

After the Blood Dragon perished, most of its body was taken away by the Soul Daoist, a grandmaster of formations. The remaining scraps and the dragon's blood were used to create three divine weapons, one of which was the Dragon Blood Bow.

As the old man surnamed Guo pulled the bowstring to its limit, a cracking sound, like wood being compressed wildly, rang out. Wisps of bright red smoke surged from the old man's body. This was the blood and qi left over from the battle, which now gathered into a long arrow as thick as a child's forearm, exuding extraordinary power.

The instant the Dragon Blood Bow was drawn, hundreds of meters away, the masked man no longer concealed himself and began to run at full speed.

Boom!

Boom!

The powerful energy was released from the soles of his feet, the sound like a muffled thunderclap on flat ground. The figure's arms swung, his clothes fluttering as if he were being swept up by a fierce wind.

General Chen stared intently at the street. His subordinate, Commander He, had died in battle earlier, and now the other party was displaying such a ferocious attitude. There was no doubt that he was a Grandmaster, but this conclusion was too terrifying. The Marquis of Pingluan was only seventeen years old. If he became a Grandmaster, the geniuses of those holy lands should be ashamed to death.

"No way!"

"Well done!"

The old man surnamed Guo laughed and shouted, releasing his fingers. The blood arrow flew away from the bowstring, which vibrated violently, creating visible pale white ripples around it.

The more ruthless a veteran general is on the battlefield, the greater the power of this Dragon Blood Bow. When the old man surnamed Guo was young, he was always the first to charge into battle when attacking cities, and his arrows were enough to pierce through boulders.

The red light flashed across the street in the blink of an eye, and its momentum remained undiminished even after crossing two hundred meters.

On the street, the scenery flashes by.

Jiang He could see the blood-red light getting closer and closer, and the strong, muscular old man standing tall in the distance.

His strong basic agility provides him with dynamic capture and reaction speeds far exceeding those of ordinary people.

Everything about the arrows was crystal clear to him.

A silver spear suddenly appeared in Jiang He's hand. It was sleek and smooth, with a ferocious yet exquisite dragon pattern carved at the tip.

At the same time, the hunting engine is activated.

Its speed, already comparable to that of wolves and leopards, has increased by another 30%.

Jiang He took the initiative to meet the blood arrow in front of him, and swept out with his spear. The light and dark forces alternated, like a battering ram crashing into the city gate. In an instant, he hit the blood arrow and detonated a deafening explosion.

In a fleeting moment.

The blood arrow dissipated, exploding into countless strands.

Jiang He rushed past, smashing all the blood energy in front of him.

"uncle!?"

Inside the East City Commandery compound, General Chen watched with trepidation. If that spear had struck him, even ten of him would have been torn to pieces. There was no point in deceiving himself any longer; the opponent was not only a grandmaster but also a master capable of simultaneously using both overt and covert forces.

"If I guess correctly..."

The old man surnamed Guo's eyes flashed with intense fear and greed. He wouldn't be surprised no matter how much the Duke of Pingluan dodged the blood arrow, since the distance was still far. However, the fact that the opponent shattered the blood-corrosion arrow in a face-to-face confrontation showed that he was indeed a formidable fighter, yet his spear remained completely undamaged.

That spear was definitely a supreme weapon, surpassing even divine weapons.

There are only nine such rare treasures in the world, seven of which are in the hands of Grandmasters and Demon Kings, while the whereabouts of the other two are unknown.

“If God doesn’t take it, you will suffer the consequences.”

The enemy was within 200 meters in just a few seconds.

The old man surnamed Guo drew his bow again. This time, his blood energy surged forth like a bursting dam, converging into the Dragon Blood Bow and condensing into three wildly spinning blood arrows.

A series of gusts of wind were sharp and bone-chilling. Seeing that Uncle Guo had used a secret technique, General Chen quickly retreated to the side.

The three arrows fired simultaneously seemed to unleash three tornadoes, and faintly, it sounded like wolves howling.

Sand and stones flew everywhere in the courtyard and along the streets, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

In an instant, the secret technique, Blood Wolf Smoke Arrow, arrived before them.

boom!

Zheng!

Jiang He thrust his spear straight at the target, releasing a mixture of corrosive, withering, and highly toxic energy, directly shattering one of the spears. He then transformed the thrust into a cleaver, smashing the second spear in half.

At the same time, the third secret technique, the Blood Arrow, struck his abdomen, instantly tearing through his initial armor and holy iron external force, piercing right through. The remaining arrow slammed into the brick and stone wall of the courtyard on the street. With a deafening roar, it blasted a hole half a person's height into the ground.

General Chen was overjoyed to see this, relieved of a worry, and he would be laughing in his dreams tonight.

The old man surnamed Guo stood up confidently. His secret technique, Blood Wolf Smoke, combined with the Dragon Blood Bow, had once blasted through and shattered even boulders. Even a master of the same level would die if he was hit squarely by an arrow without dodging or avoiding it.

"What!?"

Suddenly, the old man surnamed Guo's eyes widened.

The man staggered for a moment, but immediately regained his full speed. In the blink of an eye, flesh and bone had grown back from the horrific wound on his abdomen.

The old man surnamed Guo's expression changed, and he quickly raised his bow to shoot again, but a black gem came flying in. The flames and impact completely blocked his vision, and even his hearing was completely lost in the explosion.

General Chen turned and ran, desperately trying to get away from the battlefield.

Chapter 132 Escape

At the entrance of the Eastern Military Commander's Mansion.

As the explosion erupted, the elderly man surnamed Guo did not retreat an inch, remaining in the posture of drawing his bow and nocking an arrow. Shards grazed his cheeks, leaving bloody wounds, but he seemed to have lost consciousness, his gaze fixed firmly ahead.

Suddenly, a figure burst out from the dazzling flames.

The old man surnamed Guo immediately released his arrows; three blood-red smoke arrows shot out with the force of a giant crossbow used to defend the city.

clang!

clang!

clang!

It sounded like the resounding bell from an ancient temple deep in the mountains.

The flames were scattered by the fierce wind carried by the arrows, but the blood arrows struck the jagged armor, creating almost completely shattered wounds, yet failing to penetrate it completely.

"Cheated!"

The thought flashed through the mind of the elderly man surnamed Guo.

The enemy is capable of defending against his secret techniques, at least once or twice without any problem. However, in order to deceive him and close the distance, the opponent would rather harden his heart and take an arrow, thus turning the struggle between the masters into a life-or-death duel. He is a wolf-like and tiger-like fellow with a ferocity no different from that of a trapped beast.

A fleeting thought crossed my mind.

A straightforward, unadorned thrust has arrived.

The spearhead wasn't particularly sharp, but the shimmering dark red light was captivating. It possessed terrifying power and an art of alternating light and shadow. Strings of white gas burst one after another, its power undeniable.

boom!

The spear pierced through the head.

The old man surnamed Guo's entire head exploded like fireworks.

Jiang He wiped the bits of flesh and blood from her face, changed her face mask, and picked up the well-preserved strong bow.

In the courtyard, dozens of embroidered-robed messengers emerged from various corners. These assassins, who were usually kept in luxury, were fearful, but none of them retreated. They were all determined to buy time for their benefactor.

At the back gate of the Commander's Mansion, General Chen ran off at full speed without looking back, while a crow leisurely watched him from the shadows.

Jiang He looked around and stood with his gun held horizontally.

"If you're looking to die, then let's die together."

The leading mid-level assassins exchanged a glance, their faces hardening, and roared at the top of their lungs.

"kill!"

Dozens of people attacked together, unleashing various martial arts techniques and surging true energy.

In Jiang He's hand, an unprecedented amount of dark red light poured into the spear, causing its energy value to drop by two-fifths in an instant, and a series of cracking sounds rang out from within his body.

The meridians, like bridges, shattered and collapsed, but were then restored to their original state as advanced self-healing took effect, leaving only the excruciating pain of having one's bones scraped and marrow removed—the price of overusing energy.

Assassins from the Misty Rain Pavilion can use their unique skills to temporarily withstand the damage from a sudden burst of attacks.

Jiang He's technique doesn't have this characteristic, but he can absorb all the damage by relying on his abnormal recovery ability.

He swung the spear in a wide arc, sweeping it around the entire area.

A dark red blood moon, its center blank, rose.

This was a pure and violent energy bombardment, like a torrent that sliced ​​the surrounding enemies in half.

Screams filled the air as the attack, imbued with three different energy qualities, utterly destroyed all martial arts techniques and true essence.

The dark red full moon spread out, leaving conspicuous, continuous wounds on the surrounding walls of the courtyard, as well as severed limbs scattered throughout the yard.

At Jiang He's neck, the little white snake opened its mouth and released a white mist containing venom. Taking advantage of the situation, it extended its eight limbs from its back, which pierced through the heart in turn, sucking the heart blood of its master present.

"Boss, that guy surnamed Chen has run halfway down the street, and there are more than one group of people on the road who are preparing to intervene and smooth things over," Wuhe reported.

"No rush, let's wait until it gets more lively," Jiang He said.

Wuhe laughed loudly, looking like he was enjoying the show. While the whole city was focused on General Chen, they accidentally discovered a huge scandal in the Prince's mansion.