With a loud crash, the door panel was smashed open and four people rushed in like a whirlwind, standing before General Jian.

  They have a fierce and robust appearance, with a full face of flesh, looking almost identical, all with empty hands.

  "You're too late, you can't escape now." The one on the far left sneered again.

  "Because we've already arrived." His brother beside him chimed in.

  "With us here, you will all die." The second one on the right emphasized.

  "So escaping or not is meaningless." The man on the far right looked around at Meng Qi and others with pride.

  Meng Qi grasped the hilt of the Ice Throne Sword, intently staring at the sword tip, as if nothing else could attract him. Meanwhile, Lu Zhongqi continuously retreated, unknowingly hiding behind Meng Qi's back. The Tiger Path cultivator tightly guarded Lu Guan, his eyes subconsciously scanning Meng Qi. Ruan Yushu gently stroked the ancient zither, treating the person in front of him as if he didn't exist.

  "He's dead." said the Zheng family brother on the far right, looking at General Jian's corpse.

  "Not good enough at martial arts, so he died." said the second person on the right.

  "We're stronger than him, we definitely won't die." The second from the left emphasized strongly.

  "You will be the ones who die!" The man on the far left said with a sinister gaze at Meng Qi and the others.

  They stand in a strange position, as if they are always going to form a semicircle, and when speaking, they must follow a certain order.

  Under Lu Zhongqi and Hu Dao's expectant gazes, Meng Qi grasped his long sword and stood up, his movements neither rushed nor slow, as if the four people in front of him were nothing more than chickens and dogs.

  "Has the evil lord arrived?" Meng Qi asked casually, his eyes fixed on his long sword.

  "The master is not here." The eldest brother on the far left of the Zheng family's four evil brothers replied.

  "There's no need to come." The second person on the left explains the reason.

  "You're not even worthy of him taking action." The second person on the right said with reverence.

  "We're enough!" The little brother on the far right said proudly.

  Meng Qi raised his head, his long sword slanted, and said coldly: "What a pity, no one will collect your corpses."

  What he said was only natural, Lu Guan, Lu Zhongqi and Hu Dao people, having just witnessed him easily killing the Sword General, also had a sense of naturalness, but as soon as they thought about it, they remembered that they were facing the Zheng family's four evils, remembered their notorious evil names, and became nervous again.

  "We don't need anyone to collect our dead bodies." The old man on the right side hummed coldly.

  "We will definitely win." The second person on the right raised both palms and made a gesture as if ready to fight.

  "It's you who needs to collect the corpse." The second person on the left retorted back.

  "What a pity." The old master on the left stepped forward, and the four of them moved as one, eight palms striking down in unison, like a heavenly net that left no gaps!

  Meng Qi suddenly spoke up, his voice like a spring thunderclap:

  Hurry!

  Just then, Ruan Yushu's qin sound suddenly became piercing and merged with Meng Qi's roar, penetrating the heart and lungs!

  The Zheng family's four evil men only felt a loud hum in their ears, and then they couldn't hear any sound anymore. They were dizzy and disoriented, their hands and feet slow to react. If it weren't for their thick internal energy naturally resisting, they might have all been stunned on the spot.

  Meng Qi seized the opportunity and rushed forward, his long sword sweeping out in a "Broken Arrow Style"!

  Ah!

  The four Zheng family members let out blood-curdling screams almost simultaneously, their eyes closed, but with fresh blood and fluid flowing out.

  After going blind, they flailed their arms wildly and took random steps, extremely disoriented.

  Meng Qi bent down and rushed into their midst, his sword flashing four times in a row, then stood proudly with his long sword sheathed.

  With a thud, the four villains from the Zheng family fell to the ground almost simultaneously, all with swords in their throats, the positions not differing by a single hair. If someone had seen it, they would probably have thought it was one corpse and its three reflections.

  Three moves, just three moves, and the Zheng family's four brothers, who shook the rivers and lakes with their fierce reputation, fell to the ground, from start to finish, without any chance of fighting back!

  Hudao Ren felt that all the shocks he had experienced in his entire life were nothing compared to today's, it was as if he was dreaming!

  When will the invincible General Sword, Zheng Family's Four Evils become like ordinary people and have no resistance under Xiaoming's sword?

  It is said that they joined forces can compare with Gui Wang Xiyue Zhenren, what about Xiaoming alone with a sword?

  He and Lu Zhongqi looked at Meng Qi's eyes, which had completely changed. No matter how hard it was to believe, things were certain. The person in front of him might be the future or even the current "Sword Emperor", who could stand on an equal footing with Mo Hou and Guo Shi!

  Meng Qi turned around and walked back to the bonfire, nodding slightly in gratitude towards Lu Guan, then remained silent as usual.

  To be honest, it's not that Lei Yan's strength has reached this level, nor is it Ruan Yu Shu's piano sound that increases his power. It's just that the Zheng family's four evils can only be considered truly powerful when they join forces. Alone, facing Lei Yan and the piano sound, they are only slightly better than Du Wu Chang. If they were to face a master of Ghost King Xie Jun's level, Lei Yan would only be able to make them slightly dizzy for a moment, causing them to miss their chance.

  Once dizzy and disoriented, unable to join forces temporarily, the fate of Zheng's four evils is already sealed!

  Lu Zhongqi searched again for the bodies of Zheng's four victims, but unfortunately they were too careless and only had food on them.

  "We've found a letter!" Lu Zhongqi exclaimed with excitement as they searched the last person, this might be evidence of the traitor in the court ordering the assassination, and when presented to the Emperor, it would definitely make them pay.

  "What's going on?" Lu Guan asked calmly.

  Lu Zhongqi took a look, tore open the envelope, unfolded it and his face changed greatly: "It's a letter from Xie Jun."

  "He subconsciously muttered: 'Guan Mou's subordinate is reckless, please forgive the crime, and I will personally visit your door another day, please wait for Commander Lu.'"

  Polite words on the surface, but with a domineering and confident tone, as if saying, "The head on your neck is mine for the taking!"

  Moreover, this was written before Zheng Jia's four evils failed, as if he could predict the future!

  "You're just pretending to be mysterious and showing off your trivial skills." Meng Qi said coldly.

  Hu Dao Ren suddenly woke up and said, "The evil lord wrote this letter to be prepared for any situation. If the Zheng family's four evils succeed, the letter will naturally not fall into our hands, and we can just burn it when we return. But if they fail, it means that there is a master on our side who is almost at the same level as him, and this letter can play a role in disturbing their minds."

  "Despicable little man!" Lu Zhongqi cursed angrily.

  After calming down, he suddenly sighed: "But at least this shows that Xie Jun will definitely make a move."

  "Yes." Hu Dao Ren let out a similar sigh, and the Mountain God Temple fell silent once again, with only the ethereal sound of the ancient zither echoing through.

  They all didn't speak, Xiao Meng was strong and his swordsmanship unpredictable, but compared to Xie Jun who had been famous for many years with his Not Dying Seal and Phantom Body Technique, he was still a bit inferior.

  "Evil Lord" Guan Ying has escaped from both the National Master and the Demon Queen, and has also fought against the Ghost King, the Absolute Blade, and the Wishful Monk without being defeated, showing his strength!

  The bleak wind naturally brought bitter rain, and outside the mountain temple, autumn rain gradually began to fall, and the night grew darker.

  Lu Zhongqi didn't mention rushing to the capital at night again, because in such an environment, walking on a night road is easy to encounter an ambush, and when the time comes, Xiao Meng can't even come to rescue, it's better to defend the Mountain God Temple.

  The strong wind and heavy rain hit the tiles with a loud "crackling" sound, adding to the quietness of the deep night.

  At this moment, the four windows were suddenly smashed open, and five or six figures jumped in.

  They were just about to make their move when they saw Meng Qi's long sword lying horizontally across his knees, motionless as a clock, coldly staring at them without any sign of drawing his sword.

  The approaching person was stunned, and his eyes unconsciously swept around, seeing five corpses lying horizontally and vertically near the gate of the mountain temple.

  One person was tall and large in stature, with a rough face, round eyes staring straight ahead, refusing to close even in death. The wound on his chin was extremely deep. The other four people were robust and energetic, looking exactly alike, with the same wounds in the same positions and of the same depth, all above their throats, all sword wounds. At first glance, it seemed like an optical illusion.

  These people withdrew their gaze in terror, looking at the most striking Meng Qi inside the broken temple. They saw him with a cold face and a cold tone, his eyes were stern, and there were still a few strands of fresh blood slowly flowing towards the tip of his long sword, forming a drop of blood that was about to fall.

  A faint sound, a drop of blood, falls to the ground.

  "Run!" The few people shouted in unison, and they jumped out as suddenly as they had come, only without the killing intent and agility, looking flustered and panicked.

  The temple regained its tranquility, and this time Lu Zhongqi, Hu Dao Ren and others relaxed a lot. Ruan Yushu's guqin sound also changed, flowing like water, clear and crisp. Lu took up the military book and carefully read it by the firelight.

  Another group of people came outside, they saw the damaged window and door, felt that there was no movement inside, were shocked in their hearts, didn't dare to make a move, quietly arrived at the window, sizing up the interior.

  At this sight, they were startled and found that Lu Guan and his party seemed to be on a leisurely outing in the suburbs, without any signs of panic or tension from being surrounded.

  What caught their attention, however, was a young man with a long sword across his knees. His eyes were half-closed and his expression was icy and calm, giving off an aura that sent shivers down one's spine and inspired awe, making him even more eye-catching than the elusive beauty who was hard to come by.

  They swallowed a mouthful of saliva and carefully observed the situation inside the broken temple.

  Suddenly, their eyes locked, pupils contracted, and they exclaimed in unison: "General Sword!"

  "The Four Calamities of the Zheng Family!"

  After a brief silence, many people turned around and left without looking back. Even the four villains of the Zheng family were killed here, who dared to take action?

  There were still a few bolder ones who stayed behind, they felt that something was strange. Since the people inside could kill Zheng's four evils, why didn't they come out and get rid of them? Wasn't there another hidden reason? The ones who killed Zheng's four evils weren't them, but had already left, so they only dared to scare people, but didn't dare to take real action.

  Someone plucked up their courage, climbed onto the roof, found a suitable spot, and with one blow smashed through the tiles and wooden beams, striking down from mid-air!

  Several others quickly turned back, looking inside, and as soon as they exposed their weakness, they immediately took action.

  Ah!

  A shrill cry rang out, and before they could even see the fight clearly, they found that the person who had just launched a surprise attack was already lying on the ground, with a broken head and bleeding, fractured limbs, but the fatal wound was a sword to the brow.

  And that cold and ruthless young man still sat cross-legged, with his long sword placed horizontally, only to have a few strands of fresh blood on it, which quickly gathered at the tip of the sword and dripped down drop by drop.

  Tick-tock, tick-tock, the faint sound was like a wake-up call to their hearts, and one by one they silently turned around and left.

  After that, several waves of people came, but no one dared to enter the mountain temple again. They all watched for a while and then retreated silently, braving the rain to come and getting soaked in the rain on their way back!

  The rain stopped and the clouds dispersed, the sky gradually brightened, Meng Qi slowly got up, calmly and peacefully said:

  "It has departed."