Chapter 529: This official specializes in curing feigned fainting, and scaring the Mohist Master into a faint

As these words rang out, even the hundred officials of Da Qian were all stunned.

Cui Xinghe, Wang Zhong, and the others looked deeply at Gao Yang; this method was truly that of a Living Yama.

"Lord Gao, killing someone is just a matter of a nod, why are you so cruel?!"

Chu Ningyu said with an expression of disbelief.

Even if the old master had lost both his life and his reputation, this Living Yama, Gao Yang, was actually still fixated on his family members.

And they were all women; was he even human?

Gao Yang, however, ignored Chu Ningyu's words. He sighed and said, "This official just remembered one more thing I forgot to say: these three will be used to settle the debt, as for the others, just kill them all."

"According to the genealogy, do not let a single one escape!"

"This official does not want to spend the next dozen years living in fear, guarding against assassinations every single day!"

Chu Ningyu: "..."

She bit her silver teeth and looked deeply at Gao Yang.

But she did not speak again; now, any words in front of Gao Yang were entirely futile.

Falling into his hands was truly a fate worse than death.

Right now, she even felt a trace of regret.

Chu Ningyu looked at the three corpses inside the Jin Luandian; her complexion turned pale and then red. She had come with high ambitions to cause trouble, but in just a short morning, three corpses had appeared on the floor.

Was this coming to cause trouble, or coming to deliver heads?

Was this Da Qian Living Yama really this terrifying?

Chu Ningyu's expression shifted, and she fell into a dilemma.

Currently, she still had one trump card: the Great Chu Mohist Master, Mo Tiancang!

When it came to Mohist methods, Mo Tiancang was a young genius of the Mohist mechanical arts. He became famous at sixteen and had studied Mohist methods for over forty years; he was the number one person in the Great Chu Mohist school!

He was even renowned among the Mohist disciples of the Seven Kingdoms.

But the problem was, these Mohist methods... it seemed this Gao Yang was also extremely proficient in them. If this continued, would there be four people lying on the floor?

Meanwhile.

Within the Great Chu delegation.

An old man wearing cloth clothes and cloth shoes, with graying hair but a very spirited demeanor, shook all over, his pupils suddenly constricting.

He stared at the three corpses on the ground, his entire being numbed.

On this journey, the four of them had shared a carriage, filled with high ambitions to come to Da Qian to wash away Great Chu's past shame and reclaim the dignity Great Chu had lost.

But now, all three of them were gone on the spot.

Some had been so humiliated they were angered to death, some were forced to their deaths, and one had even been bludgeoned to death by Gao Yang with a chessboard.

Among them, Old Master Zhou had carried the infamy of plagiarism and died in frustration without even making a move against Wang Zhiwang. This Old Master Su was even more miserable; he had been schemed against by Gao Yang the whole time, his intentions seen through early on, and he had been countered, losing his life.

He couldn't even protect his own daughter or his still-charming wife.

Now, only he remained; only he was left.

Mo Tiancang's eyes flickered, a withered hand clutching the Luban lock inside his robe, feeling extremely conflicted.

He had absolute confidence in the Luban lock in his hand, but the problem was that his three comrades had all been extremely confident when they made their moves, yet now they were all lying here, dying with their eyes wide open.

Should he be a hero who turns the tide, or a coward who manages to save his own life?

Mo Tiancang took a deep breath, an image of his young concubine back home flashing through his mind. He rushed to Su Wudao's side, crouched on the ground, and wore a look of grief.

"You and I came together; we were not brothers, but we were closer than brothers. Now that you have left alone, how is this old man supposed to go on living?"

"This old man is in pain, too much pain!"

Mo Tiancang's eye sockets were red, his voice resounding through the great hall.

The sorrow in that aged tone was enough to make listeners sad and hearers weep.

Then, he pointed angrily at Gao Yang.

"You scoundrel!"

"Despicable!"

"Utterly devoid of humanity!"

"How can this old man tolerate you!"

These words moved the hundred officials of Da Qian.

This person was actually so brave; knowing how terrifying the Living Yama was, he still dared to speak out and insult him!

Who gave him this courage?

As he spoke, Mo Tiancang's chest heaved, his eyes bloodshot, pointing at Gao Yang as if he were choked with anger.

The next second.

His body suddenly collapsed, leaning against Su Wudao, as if he had fainted from excessive rage.

Gao Yang was full of admiration.

Indeed, true feelings still exist in the human world; this is a true friend!

But this person's ability to withstand pressure was too poor; he had fainted just from being angered.

"This official has heard that this Great Chu delegation also has a Mohist Master accompanying them. I wonder which one it is; could you come out and offer some guidance?"

A calm voice, mixed with boundless arrogance, suddenly rang out in the great hall.

In an instant, the eyes of the Chu delegation all turned toward Gao Yang.

Even Chu Ningyu clenched her delicate fists; this Gao Yang was simply too arrogant!

If left unchecked, the reputation of Great Chu would be destroyed today!

But...

Chu Ningyu looked at Mo Tiancang, who had fainted from anger on the ground. With a dark face, she pointed at the Mohist Master on the floor and said, "This is the Great Chu Mohist Master."

Gao Yang's eyes turned toward Mo Tiancang on the ground, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Lu Zhen couldn't help but say, "A dignified Mohist Master, fainted just from being angered?"

"Is this a real faint or a fake one?"

Gao Yang waved his hand and then spoke. ===== CHAPTER 531 =====