Chapter 767

Inside the extremely luxurious secret room of the Lingzhou clan, a few night pearls emitted ghostly cold light, illuminating the distorted faces of several fat-headed and big-eared clan heads and the Qi State wealthy and powerful secret envoys lurking in Great Zhou, who were distorted by anxiety.

The Qi State secret envoy's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and his thick hands forcefully overturned the priceless yellow pear wood table in front of him, the hot tea mixed with broken porcelain shards splashing all over the floor.

"That ignorant child Chen Yan actually dared to take such a poisonous hand to cut off our path of survival. My foundation accumulated in Fengshen Pass for ten years was uprooted by him!"

The secret envoy's chest rose and fell violently, his thick fingers pointing in the direction of Xiazhou, his fat lips trembling constantly due to extreme anger.

"The smuggling profits of millions every year were just hard-cut off by him, and the wealthy merchant we sent didn't even leave a whole corpse. If this blood feud is not avenged, how will I stand in Yecheng in the future!"

A certain clan head in Lingzhou was also livid, clenching his fists and smashing them on the armrest of the grand master's chair, hard-smashing a subtle crack into the precious wood.

"That Chen Yan implementing an official trade fair in Xiazhou clearly wants to swallow this piece of fat meat alone. He is smashing the rice bowls of our century-old Central Plains clans into pieces."

The clan head gritted his teeth and pulled the beard on his chin, not even noticing that he had pulled out a few stubbles due to excessive force, his eyes surging with violent killing intent that hated Chen Yan to the bone.

"He dares to use our heads to sacrifice the flag in Fengshen Pass, so we cannot sit and wait for death. We must let him see that the foundation of the clans in this Lingzhou territory far exceeds his calculation!"

The Qi State secret envoy leaned down, panting heavily, pressed his hands on his knees to stabilize his swaying body, and stared dead at the clan head in front of him.

"What's the use of you just talking tough here? That Chen Yan has claws and teeth like the Mingjing Si around him. Our merchant teams now don't even dare to approach the checkpoint. Do you just watch him put all our hard-earned money into the Xiazhou treasury!"

The Lingzhou clan head pulled open the lapel of his chest, revealing a large piece of fat, lowered his voice, and a hoarse, sinister laugh emitted from his throat.

"I am prepared to use the foundation that the family has hidden for thirty years, spend 100,000 taels of heavy gold, and gather three hundred death warriors who lick blood on the edge of the blade to take advantage of the night to end his old nest!"

He picked up a cup of cold tea that survived beside him, drank it in one gulp, and the tea flowed down his neck and wet his collar.

"That Mingjing Si material camp outside Xiazhou City is now piled with smuggled pig iron and grain and grass seized from our hands. I want these three hundred death warriors to take advantage of the night to raid in."

The clan head's fingernails dug into the texture of the teacup, his face looking as ferocious as a ghost in the dim candlelight.

"We not only want to hack that Mingjing Si commandant responsible for the investigation into ten thousand pieces, but also set a sky-high fire that burns half the sky to burn those pig iron and grain and grass to ashes, so as to deter the ignorant fools in the Xiazhou government!"

Hearing this, the Qi State secret envoy's eyes immediately erupted with fanatical fierce light, and he clapped his hands and laughed, the laughter echoing in the empty secret room.

"What a good move to pull the firewood from under the cauldron. As long as that batch of materials is burned, Chen Yan's official trade fair will become a joke because the source of goods is broken, and we can just take advantage of this gap to reopen the secret path!"

The two finalized this insane poisonous scheme in this enclosed space, and began to mobilize those desperate assassins hiding in the darkness.

In the middle of the night outside Xiazhou City, thick dark clouds completely covered the cold moonlight, and the whistling cold wind ran crazily on the wilderness, emitting a miserable sound like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Three hundred death warriors wearing tight night-traveling clothes were like a group of black ghosts crawling out from the netherworld; they bit tightly on the soft wood bits in their mouths to prevent making sounds, and their bodies crouched low and shuttled rapidly in the withered grass.

This group of death warriors displayed eerie body techniques far exceeding ordinary people; they took advantage of the cover of the wind, touched past the few seemingly lax defensive obstacles outside the Mingjing Si material camp extremely smoothly, without alarming any movement.

The death warrior leader crouched behind a pile of high grain and grass, and in those eyes of his that were only exposed outside the black cloth, a fanatical, ferocious laugh of success appeared.

He raised his right arm wearing steel claw guards, and skillfully made a few secret tactical gestures representing absolute killing and arson in mid-air.

The death warriors around understood, took off the heavy jars filled with blazing oil from their waists one after another, pulled out the stoppers, and crazily splashed the pungent black liquid onto the canvas of the main tent and the pig iron wooden boxes around.

The leader reached out and touched the fire starter in his bosom, pressed his rough thumb on the lid, and with just a light flick, this sky-high fire capable of destroying the foundation of the Great Zhou national fate would burn ragingly.

At this very moment of extreme danger, the door curtain of the main tent, which had originally been dead silent, was flipped open by a sharp cold wind from inside to outside without warning.

There were no panicked Mingjing Si officials in the main tent, only a beautiful, graceful figure sitting under the remaining flickering candlelight, wearing capable, tight-waisted martial clothing.

Chen Yan's calculating brain had long since thoroughly pierced through the base tricks of this group of clans wanting to jump over the wall like dogs through a fine intelligence network, and had laid out a dead end here specifically waiting for the rats to enter the hole.

Hongye held the supreme-grade long sword flickering with cold light in one hand, and held a flawless white silk handkerchief in her right hand, slowly and methodically wiping it back and forth on the sword spine, the silk handkerchief sliding over the metal to emit a slight rustling sound.

"You group of waste who can't even get on the stage, wanting to burn our Pillar of State's camp with a few jars of broken oil, you simply take ignorance as your foundation."

She didn't even bother to lift her eyelids, threw the dust-stained silk handkerchief into the fire basin at her feet at will, and the silk handkerchief was instantly swallowed by the fire tongue and turned into ashes.

The death warrior leader was shocked to realize that he had stepped into a chain trap; cold sweat on his forehead instantly rolled down like a waterfall, and he immediately bit the bit, drew his long sword, and ordered sternly.

"We've been tricked, brothers, don't worry about the big fire, kill this woman who is playing god in the tent for me first, then disperse and break out!"

Hearing this overestimating clamor, Hongye finally lifted those bright eyes full of killing intent, her red lips parted slightly, emitting a cold, light sneer full of extreme disdain.

"Want to leave? This material camp tonight is the Asura graveyard for you group of rebellious thieves, and don't even think about flying out half a step, not even a fly."

With Hongye's wrist flipping, the long sword emitted a clear and penetrating dragon chant, and hundreds of dazzling pine torches lit up in the night sky around the camp without warning.

Those Embroidered Attire Envoys who had been lurking in the dark for a long time appeared instantly on various commanding heights like divine soldiers descending from heaven, and the steel crossbows flickering with ghostly light in their hands pulled the triggers one after another.

The ear-piercing sound of the mechanism ejecting connected into a death movement, and the dense crossbow arrows were like a black rain of death covering the sky and the earth, mercilessly pouring down toward those three hundred unsuspecting death warriors.

The slaughter erupted completely at this moment, and Hongye was like a peerless killing god depriving lives; her graceful figure turned into a ghostly residual shadow that could not be captured by the naked eye at all, and collided directly into the dense death warrior formation.

Her sword light was like a startling rainbow and lightning, cruelly tearing open one after another miserable bloody cracks in this pitch-black night, and every time she swung her sword, it would bring up a long string of warm blood.

Those death warriors who boasted of being top-tier experts in the world became completely lambs waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board in front of the tight strangulation formation of the Mingjing Si and the absolute martial power of Hongye's overwhelming advantage.

Broken limbs and arms flew everywhere in mid-air accompanied by miserable howls, and the bright red blood flowed wantonly along the dry, hard mud, dyeing the entire material camp into a disgusting dark red swamp.

In just half a stick of incense, those three hundred arrogant assassins were killed until only the leader, who was covered in blood and whose legs were trembling, was left, standing alone in the center of the full corpses.

Hongye stepped on the blood water that submerged her ankles, walked lightly to the leader, and performed an extremely tricky sword flower with the long sword that was still dripping blood in her hand.

The leader raised his long sword and wanted to make a final desperate struggle, but Hongye just moved her wrist slightly, and the long sword pierced through the leader's left collarbone without deviation like a spirit snake spitting out a letter.

Accompanied by a hair-raising sound of bone shattering, Hongye used the violent inertia of her forward rush to nail this leader to the huge wooden box used to load smuggled pig iron like nailing a dead dog.

This extreme pain of the flesh being forcibly pierced and fixed on the wooden board made the death warrior leader emit a miserable howl that didn't sound like a human; he grabbed the sword blade with both hands and tried to pull it out, but only ended up with his hands covered in blood.

Facing the set of cruel interrogation extreme punishments specifically used by the Mingjing Si subsequently applied by Hongye, the leader's poor psychological defense line collapsed completely after the first round of torture of fingernails being peeled off.

He cried and confessed the details of the Lingzhou clan as the mastermind, and even in order to exchange for a quick death, he provided a life-threatening list of inner ghosts who had been covering up smuggling in the Xiazhou border army for years.

The next morning, in the core study of the Xiazhou Governor's Office, Chen Yan was wearing a set of moon-white cloud brocade casual clothing unstained by dust, and reached out to take the confession soaked in thick bloody smell from Gao Jiong's hand.

He only glanced at the few names on the list, and threw it on the giant northern military sand table in front of him as if discarding trash, the bloodstains on the edge of the paper staining a small group of dark red on the fine sand.

A violent fire of anger that wanted to burn all the decaying clans of the world ignited in Chen Yan's dark eyes, and he supported his hands on the edge of the table, his slender finger bones protruding due to force.

He turned his head slowly, cast his gaze toward Gao Jiong, who was waiting on the side and didn't even dare to take a deep breath, his voice echoing in the study with a chill that could break bones.

"Since the turtles under the water have poked their heads out themselves, then we should also loosen the skin and flesh for that group of armored pests in our Xiazhou camp."