[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn":3,"chapter-thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-39":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Thirteen Years as King of the Great Song, I Learned I Was the Dragon",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2271734,4437,"Chapter 39: The Four Evil Ones","thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-39",39,"\u003Cp>Zhao Ti’s peripheral vision caught the bamboo-pole man—it was Yun Zhonghe of the Four Evil Ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smirked slightly; Yun Zhonghe was the weakest of the four in martial skill, yet the best in lightness technique—and that was precisely what he excelled in now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yun Zhonghe looked surprised, scanned the scene, and said, “Third Brother, who is this boy? You said you came to avenge your disciple—how did you end up fighting him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>South Sea Crocodile God snarled, “Stop talking nonsense—come help me first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Wanching, who had been standing behind, her heart tangled with mixed emotions, suddenly saw another of the Four Evil Ones arrive—she grew urgent, drew her sword, and moved to rush forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti glanced at her motion and said coolly, “Don’t come forward to die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Wanching felt guilt at the first few words, but the last two made her grit her teeth in hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yun Zhonghe let out a strange laugh: “So you’re related to this little beauty—I’ve always had a taste for them. Perfect—I’ll kill him, and the girl’s mine.” As he spoke, he swung his twin steel claws and charged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti had been restrained by the South Sea Crocodile God’s proximity to the wall, preventing full use of his footwork; now seeing Yun Zhonghe attack from the side using his lightness, he smiled faintly, instantly shifting his stance, stepping into “Ming Yi,” then transitioning to “Ji Ji,” and in an instant found himself behind Yun Zhonghe’s side, slashing with his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yun Zhonghe was instantly alarmed—he relied on his lightness, and thus had grown careless, never expecting the other’s footwork to be faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had that blade struck, half his arm would have been severed—he screamed in terror and desperately dodged sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti’s strike had been certain to land, but the South Sea Crocodile God had already rushed in, wielding his crocodile-mouth shears with a bizarre maneuver aimed at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti shifted his body again; Yun Zhonghe escaped the deathblow, trembling with relief, shouting, “Third Brother, this boy’s footwork is strange—don’t let him get too close!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three clashed together; Zhao Ti held his own against two, even gradually forcing both back toward the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The onlookers were now utterly stunned—Zhao Ti fighting the South Sea Crocodile God alone had already defied belief; now he faced two of the Four Evil Ones simultaneously—it was simply inconceivable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Wanching’s eyes filled with worry, her sword hand trembling slightly; she thought inwardly: He was already in grave danger fighting the South Sea Crocodile God—how much more perilous now, facing two of the Four Evil Ones? Though he seemed to hold the upper hand, fighting two at once meant too many variables—if he truly lost, even if it meant dying, I must rush in to help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If both must die, let him die by my hand, then I’ll turn my sword upon myself—no evil man shall ever lay a blade on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Dongjing, Zhao Ti had always trained with palace guards or royal mansion martial instructors—but who among them would dare use truly vicious, life-or-death techniques?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he had only once drawn his sword in the Sword Lake Palace, hoping to gain real combat experience—but Zuo Zimu’s skill was too low to offer him any insight; now, the South Sea Crocodile God and Yun Zhonghe were worthy opponents, from whom he could truly extract battle wisdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more he fought, the more his swordplay flowed naturally, his footwork growing ever faster—until finally he was pressing the two relentlessly, sweat glistening on their foreheads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yun Zhonghe suddenly pulled a steel whistle from his sleeve and shoved it into his mouth, blowing with all his might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whistle’s shriek pierced the air, carrying far—within mere breaths, a woman’s haunting song drifted from afar: “Rock-a-bye, rock to Grandma’s bridge, Grandma calls me her sweet child, candy one pack, fruit one pack, eat and still save one pack…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second Brother, stop your ghostly wailing—get over here and help!” Yun Zhonghe screamed hoarsely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The song cut off abruptly—the woman clearly hadn’t expected Yun Zhonghe to speak to her so disrespectfully, and immediately accelerated, the sound of her approach slicing through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes—was this Ye Erniang? Among the Four Evil Ones, ranked by martial skill, Ye Erniang’s strength surpassed both the South Sea Crocodile God and Yun Zhonghe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even so, he wasn’t worried—he hadn’t drawn his short sword, nor had he used Illusion Yin Finger—both were still his secrets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Duan Yanqing, the leader of the Four Evil Ones, who wielded One Yang Finger, his martial skill was profound—none of the other three together could match him; Zhao Ti didn’t know if he could stand against him, but if things turned dire, he could always flee—he had Lingbo Microstep, and he didn’t believe anyone could catch him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Into the courtyard swept a woman, draped in a pale green long robe, her long hair flowing, about forty years old, her features delicate—but on each cheek were three deep crimson scars, stretching from beneath her eyes down to her jaw, as if freshly torn by fingernails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked puzzled, as if offended by Yun Zhonghe’s insolence, but when she saw the scene before her, she was stunned—the South Sea Crocodile God and Yun Zhonghe together were enough to defeat even her, yet now they were locked in combat with a boy, and seemed to be losing ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second Sister, what are you staring at? Hurry and help!” the South Sea Crocodile God roared. “Did you kill the child in your arms yet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Erniang murmured softly, “I just delivered him to a family—I haven’t found a new one yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The South Sea Crocodile God snapped, “Then hurry over and join us in attacking this boy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Erniang studied Zhao Ti’s swordplay and said, “Yue Lao San, this one’s a tough nut—call me ‘Second Sister’ again and I’ll turn and walk away—you two fight alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, fine—I’m Yue Lao San, happy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Ye Erniang’s expression turned grave; she drew a pair of glinting willow-leaf knives and joined the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti immediately felt pressure—but only just; he danced through the fray with Lingbo Microstep, his sword flashing like a river dragon—sometimes blazing bright as midday sun, sometimes vanishing like a hidden dragon in the abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In moments, the four moved like shadows, their qi surging—those around them retreated again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who had followed the South Sea Crocodile God stood frozen, mouths agape, unable to close them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind her veil, Mu Wanching bit her lip lightly, her eyes flickering between brightness and dimness; she thought once more: So his martial skill is even higher than I thought—I’ve always boasted I’d kill him, yet how laughably foolish I’ve been—he possesses such power, and I never knew…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, Zhao Ti had exchanged fifty to sixty strikes with the three, when suddenly he frowned—he felt his inner energy beginning to wane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Illusion Yin Qi was yin-continuous and enduring, but he had trained in internal arts for too short a time—reaching the third level of Illusion Yin Finger was a matter of realm, not proof of deep internal strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he used any other technique, he would have exhausted his energy long ago—it was only the Illusion Yin Qi that had carried him this far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pondered briefly, his feet stepping swiftly through the sixty-four trigram positions, suddenly shifting toward Yun Zhonghe and unleashing a strike: Cloud Across Qin Ridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yun Zhonghe cried out in alarm—he was swift, so he pulled his waist back to dodge—but this was a feint; Zhao Ti instantly followed with Snow-Covered Lan Pass, lightning-fast—this time he couldn’t evade; the blade pierced beneath his ribs, carving a long, bloody gash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Erniang and the South Sea Crocodile God, seeing the danger, let out piercing roars and rushed to defend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti’s body moved as lightly as a breeze, using the moment to leap clear of the circle, his gaze cold as he faced the three.\u003C\u002Fp>",1340,"2026-06-19T22:30:31.989Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f7f709f66c423d2a856417e5f250544b14ec0f2e84d8e6a9056c858b294945d4","thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-40","thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-38",270,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-cover.jpg"]