Chapter 641

First Volume_Di Liu Bai Si Shi Yi Zhang San Fang Jiao Li

Almost as Liu Ming finished speaking, an arrow shot out from the tall grass, piercing straight through the Black-Clothed Man's throat.

The Black-Clothed Man clutched his gushing neck, staggering backward a few steps.

He had not yet fallen to the ground.

A spear launched in parabolic shooting pinned him to the earth.

Liu Ming, standing atop the City Wall, took a breath and put on a "so scared" expression.

"I told you not to run—why would you willingly dive into the tiger's mouth?"

Watching the Tianji Camp Guards, hidden in the wild grass, impale the Black-Clothed Man and drag him away.

Liu Ming couldn't help but rub his arm, murmuring in awe: "These guys are outright monsters."

"No wonder they were trained personally by Young Master Qin."

Liu Ming no longer paid attention to the so-called Heaven Ranking Assassin.

His peripheral vision flickered to Zhao Zan.

Zhao Zan had already turned deathly pale, his whole body trembling violently.

Meeting Liu Ming's gaze, his legs went weak—he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

Liu Ming, hands behind his back, stepped forward to stand before Zhao Zan.

His face wore an unnerving, sinister smile.

He ignored Zhao Zan entirely, instead grabbing the Servant beside him by the throat.

He squeezed hard, lifting the Servant into the air, dangling him over the edge of the City Wall.

He let go.

With a scream, the Zhao Family Servant plummeted straight down, dying on impact.

Watching this bloodthirsty demon before him, Zhao Zan wished he were dead—he was too terrified to make a sound.

Liu Ming, hands still behind his back, circled Zhao Zan, clucking in mock wonder: "Second Young Master Zhao, you didn't grow three heads and six arms, did you?"

"I still can't fathom who gave you the courage to strike at my Young Master?"

"Throughout Heaven, there are countless who wish to kill Young Master Qin."

"The Northern Di King, the Liang Emperor, the Lin Family, the Powerful Clans of Nan Jing—aren't all of them men whose footsteps shake the entire Heaven?"

"Wherever Young Master Qin goes, he always has at least thirty covert bodyguards."

"At his peak, he's had a hundred or more."

"How could you possibly think you're worthy of playing chess with my Young Master Qin?"

Facing Liu Ming's mockery—even his taunts—

Zhao Zan dared not utter a single word, trembling violently as he knelt on the ground.

In this moment, he finally understood how vast the gulf was between the Zhao Family and true Aristocratic Clans.

Zhao Zan knew full well that the stupidest decision of his life was to strike at Qin Feng.

"Please, spare my dog's life."

After a long while, Zhao Zan finally mustered the courage to speak—his voice no louder than a mosquito's hum.

Liu Ming's lips curled upward, revealing a cruel smile.

"That won't do."

"My master, Mo Li, once said that Young Master Qin is kind-hearted; though he fights on battlefields, clashing with the Northern Di's mighty armies—"

"He dislikes taking lives."

"So, this dirty, dark work must be handled by someone to relieve the young master of such burdens."

"To eliminate trash like you, hidden from the young master's sight, so you don't trouble him."

As he spoke, Liu Ming reached out.

He grabbed Zhao Zan by the collar from behind, lifting him like a chick.

He slowly walked toward the edge of the City Wall.

Zhao Zan was so terrified his soul nearly left his body—he felt warmth between his legs and urinated on the spot.

At the end of his life, Zhao Zan finally understood a brutal truth:

The greater the power, the darker the methods.

Qin Feng became the man who stirred the entire Shedynasty's storm—not because of his benevolence.

On the contrary, unseen forces of unimaginable horror lurked in the shadows.

Under Liu Ming's push, Zhao Zan's feet hung nearly beyond the City Wall, his heels only barely clinging to the stone.

He howled in tears.

"Spare my dog's life, please—I'll never dare oppose Qin Feng again!"

Liu Ming's eyes held not a trace of mercy.

Since Mo Li founded the Brocade Anwu Guard, his mission had been to crush any threat to Qin Feng before it could take root.

He had been in Beijing for only a few days.

Already, he had killed seven or eight Anwu Guards with his own hands.

Beneath the surface harmony between Qin Feng and the Liang Emperor, fierce undercurrents churned.

The rivalry between the two spy organizations—the Brocade Guard and the Anwu Guard—had reached a boiling point.

And at this very moment, the Zhao Family, foolishly, had plunged itself into the fray.

It could only be blamed on Zhao Zan's own blindness.

Just as Liu Ming was about to shove Zhao Zan off the City Wall.

The Tianji Camp Guards beneath the City Wall suddenly shouted out.

"Liu Ming! Spare his life—he might be useful to the Young Master."

"We just got word: the Zhao Family has started targeting the Branches again."

Hearing this, Liu Ming reluctantly dragged Zhao Zan back, released his grip, and Zhao Zan collapsed fully onto the ground.

Liu Ming, hands behind his back, walked down toward the City Wall, issuing orders to the remaining brocade-clad Anwu Guards.

"Take that coward up there and deliver him to the Young Master."

"Then, search every inch of Yanshou County again—any Heaven Ranking Assassin, kill on sight."

"Also, I suspect the Black Colonel must have followed the Young Master here to Yanshou County."

"If you encounter any of our old colleagues, show no mercy."

The Brocade Guards and the Black Colonel would never engage in open conflict.

Not even any direct contact.

But behind the scenes, they were mortal enemies—once encountered, it was a fight to the death.

After all, no matter how many spies died, the high-ranking figures on the surface would pretend not to know.

Liu Ming couldn't help but sigh deeply: "The struggle between the Young Master and the Sage has never ceased."

"It's merely shifted from the surface to the underground."

"Still, this Jingdu's defense is nothing special."

"So many Heaven Ranking Assassins have infiltrated."

"Compared to our Beixi County—solid as an Iron Barrel—not even Yu Ranking Assassins…"

"That so-called Number One Under Heaven Killer, Wei Xiao, wasn't he pinned down tightly too?"

The brocade-clad Anwu Guard beside him teased softly.

"Boss, everyone says Jingdu is great, all rushing into this bustling City."

"In my view, a City too large isn't necessarily a good thing."

Liu Ming shrugged: "Who can deny it? Such a vast City—who knows how many factions are lurking within?"

"With the Northern Di Envoy Group arriving soon, the Northern Di Night Owl must have already infiltrated thoroughly."

"Let's watch first—if the Northern Di Night Owl poses no threat to the Young Master, let them fight the Black Colonel."

"If not… wipe them out completely!"

…

Thud!

With a dull thump, Zhao Zan was tossed directly before Qin Feng by the brocade-clad Anwu Guards.

Seeing Zhao Zan, utterly terrified, Qin Feng frowned: "Again, you?"

"Didn't I already punish you and let you go before?"

"You're not trying to get revenge on me, are you—and got caught?"

Zhao Zan stared numbly at Qin Feng, now fully understanding just how terrifying this "benevolent-looking" young man truly was.