The Demon Lords

"..." Xue Three.

"Go ahead. Use it. The copyright fee is just to burn more paper money for me during the Qingming Festival."

Blind Bei took two steps forward, his hands held out in front of him.

Mr. Chen's gaze fell upon Blind Bei. He said, "You're very unique, but you're not fit for battle."

"Mm," Blind Bei admitted. He then closed his eyes—which made little difference whether they were open or shut—and an invisible current began to swirl around him. This was... a psychic storm.

With sword in hand, Mr. Chen advanced towards Blind Bei. As the distance between them narrowed, Blind Bei's fists suddenly clenched.

"BUZZ!"

A powerful mental force swept towards Mr. Chen!

Mr. Chen staggered slightly but continued to advance towards Blind Bei.

Sweat began to bead on Blind Bei's face.

Continuing forward, Mr. Chen said, "I feel as if countless eyes are watching me. What are they looking for?"

Blind Bei, his eyes still closed, replied, "The cracks in your soul."

Everyone bears cracks in their soul. Perhaps it's a shadow from childhood, some heartbreak, or even something that brought joy. As long as something can stir ripples in your heart, it can be exploited, manipulated, used as a breakthrough point, magnified, or embellished.

The existence of psychics... what they truly excel at is "a thousand-mile dike collapsing due to an ant hole"!

Mr. Chen continued to walk forward and asked, "Well, have they found it?"

Blind Bei shook his head. "No."

"Oh, is that so?" Mr. Chen's tone remained calm.

Blind Bei sighed. "I used to think you were pretending..."

"And now?"

"You're not pretending. You're genuinely simple."

Blind Bei was helpless. He had encountered someone... someone with a heart completely free of cracks. To put it more colloquially, this person possessed the heart of an innocent child.

This guy isn't posturing. He's genuinely slow-witted.

"What does 'genuinely simple' mean?"

Before Blind Bei could answer, Mr. Chen spoke again, somewhat regretfully, "It's too late. My steps... have arrived."

Mr. Chen raised his sword.

"Rise!"

Silver needles suddenly flew out from under Blind Bei's clothes, controlled by his mental force and hovering before him.

"Go!"

A volley of silver needles shot towards Mr. Chen.

Mr. Chen's sword slashed down. A milky-white Sword Qi appeared, instantly scattering Blind Bei's silver needles.

Blind Bei pressed his hands downward, veins bulging on his neck. The floor tiles on the first floor of the posthouse were lifted, only to be swept away by the Sword Qi in the next moment.

Blind Bei again condensed his mental force before him, forming a protective shield. However, the Sword Qi, though weakened twice, still shattered the shield instantly.

"SPLURT..."

A wound appeared on Blind Bei's body, stretching from his left shoulder to his lower right hip.

"THUD..."

Blind Bei fell to one knee, supporting himself with his hands on the ground.

Had he not been wearing the Golden Silk Soft Armor under his clothes, he might have been cut in half.

The Golden Silk Soft Armor was something Zheng Fan had specifically asked Siniang to weave. For Siniang, this was a trivial task, so she wove one not only for Zheng Fan but for everyone else as well.

"Blind Bei!" Zheng Fan rushed to Blind Bei's side and squatted down.

Earlier, Blind Bei had used his mental force to tell him to attack last, to absolutely not be the first to make a move. So, Zheng Fan had complied.

Mr. Chen straightened up and began to regulate his breathing. At the same time, he said, "I'm regulating my breathing. You can ambush me now."

"..." Xue Three.

Damn it, don't I have any face to lose?!

But Xue Three had no choice. He could see Blind Bei was already knocked out. Naturally, he had to be the next one up. Otherwise, could they let My lord step in?

To be blunt, he and Blind Bei just wanted to have their fun before My lord was killed.

Xue Three charged towards Mr. Chen, a dagger once again appearing in his hand.

Mr. Chen simply watched Xue Three charge at him, the sword in his hand emitting a soft hum.

The distance between them closed once more.

Xue Three's dagger thrust forward. When an assassin was forced to stand under the candlelight and duel an opponent head-on, it often felt somewhat bleak and helpless, even carrying a unique sense of tragedy.

But this was unavoidable.

The dagger and sword clashed again. Everything seemed to be a repeat of the previous encounter.

However, this time, as the force from the sword blade transmitted, Xue Three's body began to fall downward a moment sooner.

But the force from Mr. Chen's sword changed direction at this instant, beginning to smash downwards.

The force pressed down on Xue Three, accelerating his descent.

At this moment, Blind Bei's body, already prostrate on the ground beside Zheng Fan and looking utterly wretched, suddenly trembled. Two streams of blood trickled from his vacant eyes.

"BUZZ!"

The falling Xue Three was forcibly propelled by mental force towards Mr. Chen's side.

Mr. Chen's eyes narrowed, and the sword in his hand swept down in a follow-through motion.

Xue Three didn't dodge. Instead, his bones seemed to contract, and his body curled up, surprisingly forming a ball of flesh. This contraction was even more extreme than when he had escaped the net of qin strings. Consequently, the sword tip failed to pierce Xue Three's body and missed.

But Mr. Chen then lifted his leg as if preparing to kick a soccer ball, and aimed a kick at Xue Three.

Xue Three, however, opened his mouth at this moment.

"BANG!"

Xue Three was kicked away, smashing directly into a pillar of the posthouse. The pillar dented, and a series of sickening cracks, the sound of breaking bones, came from within Xue Three's body.

After landing, his body splayed out, face covered in blood. He was taking in more air than he was letting out.

Mr. Chen's gaze fell on Zheng Fan. He said, "You have two very excellent servants."

Zheng Fan ignored Mr. Chen, instead looking at Blind Bei beside him. "Can I go now?"

Blind Bei, still kneeling with his body slumped, nodded, then pressed his forehead against the floor tiles.

"Actually, we could have attacked together earlier."

Zheng Fan truly didn't understand why he had been told to just watch from the side. Although he was only a Ninth Rank martial artist, he could unleash the power of Mo Wan.

If the three of them had attacked together... although it might not have greatly increased their chances of winning, it would have been better than being taken down one by one in a wheel battle, right?

Mr. Chen, wielding his sword, walked towards Zheng Fan.

He came here to kill Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan took a deep breath and stood up straight.

Honestly, this was the strongest opponent he had encountered since waking up in this world.

In the past, whether ambushing someone or wiping out an entire family, his side had always operated with the leisure of a "cat playing with a mouse," even pursuing a certain aesthetic in their methods.

But when he became the mouse, he truly detested this feeling.

Moreover, Zheng Fan had a faint premonition that tonight's events were not so simple.

Zheng Fan placed his left hand on his chest. A stone lay quietly there.

"Child..."

Suddenly, Mr. Chen's body stiffened. His footsteps faltered.

He looked down with some confusion. The tip of his sword slit open his trouser leg, revealing that his calf was already a patch of bruised black. This blackness was spreading at a visible rate.

"HEHEHE... HEHEHE..."

Blind Bei, forehead pressed to the floor tiles, began to laugh.

"JIE JIE... JIE JIE..."

Nearby, Xue Three, sprawled on the ground, his face a bloody, mangled mess, also began to cackle.

"PTUI..."

Several broken teeth, mixed with a glob of blood and saliva, were spat from Xue Three's mouth.

There were several silver needles stuck in these broken teeth!

When Xue Three was kicked away like a ball earlier, as he opened his mouth, the silver needles hidden in his teeth had pierced Mr. Chen's flesh at the moment of impact.

On those silver needles was the Zombie blood essence he had pestered Liang Cheng for half a month to obtain.

The effect of this Corpse Poison was absolutely terrifying!

"JIE JIE... JIE JIE..."

Xue Three, already paralyzed like a dead dog, used his last ounce of strength to speak. Even if I die, even if I'm about to be tossed into a coffin, I have to finish this act!

"You little whelp... Grandpa here will teach you again today... what... what's called... the treachery of the streets!"