A Sa finally endured and did not use that teleportation scroll.

  Although Vidnina's promise was indeed tempting, he felt extremely curious about this classmate, because after understanding that she had once been human and no longer had such a heavy guard, but he still didn't go to Diya Valley.

  The reason is simple, the scroll will not expire if it's left there, but once he really goes to Deya Valley, he may never come back. No matter if it's a paradise as Vidnina said, or even if it's really a paradise, one must be cautious before going. Someone has said: although it can probably be confirmed that it's a good place, once you go, you won't come back, so it's better to delay leaving for now.

  Diya Valley is absolutely not a real paradise, but if you go there and then want to live a normal life again, it's also impossible. Moreover, that is the Dead Spirit Association after all, no matter how good Vidnina says it is, the notorious reputation of several hundred years is enough to make even the bravest person think thrice.

  But knowing that he had this way out, the things arranged by Bishop Ronis didn't seem so annoying anymore. Knowing that he could leave at any time made him feel more relaxed and able to face everything with a lighter attitude. Maybe tomorrow he would be in Deya Valley, bidding farewell to his life as a cleric here, Bishop Ronis, the Magic Academy, and this royal capital. It wouldn't hurt to stay for a while longer and take a look around.

  According to Bishop Ronis's arrangement, he will set out for Aili again in a few days. Asa thought it was quite funny that the bishop actually knew how to frame and shift blame like an old politician to gain political capital, while the two people he appointed to catch the murderer were the real murderers in a sense.

  But there's no need for him to worry about how these specific things are done, Bishop Ronis should have already handed everything over to Rodhart, and this protagonist seems like he's just waiting for the finished product to be served up to him.

  In the big house, Asa was lazily packing things for departure. Shandru was also lazily fiddling with several skulls on the stone table.

  "What did you say? Now what are you going to do?" Sandru suddenly spoke up. "Are you going to stay here or go to Deya Valley?"

  Asa was a bit surprised, this old man rarely took the initiative to talk to him about these more serious things. Looking at Sandru's movements, slow and wooden, still half-dead and half-alive, as if he had just casually remembered to mention it in passing.

  He sighed and replied in a seemingly hopeless tone: "I don't know what to do either..."

  He's been really lost lately. He's not a hesitant person, but the choice in front of him isn't as simple as whether or not to eat a piece of bread. Although he always feels annoyed and depressed about it, it's still something that Bishop Ronis has attached great hope to, and is said to be a crucial plan for the peace and safety of the continent. Moreover, the other choice isn't easy either, according to Bishop Ronis, it also concerns the fate of the continent. Even if he didn't have any sense of responsibility or care about big things, facing such an important decision, it's not something that can be easily put aside.

  Shandoru sighed, shaking his head and saying: "You're such a mama's boy, Ronis actually thought of letting you take on some heroic role or great responsibility... it seems his brain is also going downhill..."

  "Actually, I never thought of being a hero or taking on any responsibilities."

  Shan Drew shook his head, making a tutting sound. "You still have some discernment. This is indeed the most difficult job in the world. The risk is high, the pressure is great, and the working hours are irregular. It's tiring, it's mentally exhausting, and it looks glorious but is actually worthless. Moreover, to do this job, you need not only quick thinking but also courage, ruthlessness, and a black heart. Just looking at how you're struggling with this trivial matter now, I can tell that you absolutely won't be able to handle it."

  Suddenly someone outside knocked on the big wooden door with a loud bang, and a female voice shouted: "Is anyone there?"

  Asa recognized whose voice it was. However, he found it strange that she would find her way here. He walked towards the door and said to Sandru: "She's looking for me."

  But unexpectedly, Shandu's eyes widened and he said: "Just because you hear a woman's voice, you think she's looking for you. How do you know it's not me she's looking for?" He walked over and opened the wooden door a crack, sticking his head out to ask in a seemingly gentle voice: "Excuse me, is it me you're looking for?"

  But the result was certainly disappointing. He turned around and shouted loudly at Asa: "That stinky little brat who moves corpses, someone is looking for you."

  A Sa walked to the side of the door and saw that the one calling out was indeed the prostitute Xuan. He furrowed his brow and asked, "How did you find your way here?"

  Because he didn't like to show off, this god official was also a popular person at the moment, but that was limited to the Magic Academy and the high levels of the imperial court. Not to mention the kind of Xun, such as ordinary people, even ordinary officials did not know him. He would not tell Xun about his true identity, nor had he ever told her that he lived in this place.

  "Cut, how was I supposed to know?" Xuan still dressed up in a flashy manner, with an air of casual charm. "I saw you walking here last time I followed you."

  "Really?" Asa frowned, still feeling strange. Even if it was a high-level thief who followed him, it wouldn't be an easy task, let alone her. "What do you want from me?"

  The prostitute's eyes widened and she said, "Can't I find you? Anyway, something's come up and you have to come out... Whoa!" She suddenly saw the scene inside the wooden door and was startled into jumping up. "This... what kind of place is this?"

  Xander made a face on the side and said: "He is my little helper for moving corpses. This is the mortuary of Wangdu, all dead people are under my control, you will also be under my control in the future."

  The prostitute's face turned pale as she patted her chest with her hand, half of which was exposed outside. "I'm really scared to death."

  "What are you looking for me? Do you want to go in and sit down slowly?" Asa asked.

  "Hurry up, hurry up, I have something important for you to help me with, just follow me. Xuan ignored Sandru and pulled Asa out. Sandru shouted from behind: "Don't worry, if you die suddenly, I'll take care of the aftermath."

  "Don't worry about what to do for now, just follow me." The prostitute dragged Asa by the hand and pulled him along. The big house was originally close to the city wall, and before long, the two of them had walked out of the capital city and were getting farther and farther away. When they reached a dense thicket, Xuan directly pulled Asa inside.

  The small woods were quiet, and Asa had no idea what was happening. Suddenly his arm touched Xuan's chest, and he caught a glimpse of her pink face, and suddenly thought: "Could it be that she wants me to come here and do that with her?" He quickly said to her: "I'm telling you, this isn't the time for that kind of thing, I still have..." As he spoke, a strange feeling suddenly emerged in his heart.

  It's like ice water pouring into your body from every pore. This is an intuition of danger and killing intent!

  Asa's spirit suddenly contracted and tightened, but his body softened instead.

  Almost at the same moment he felt danger, another, more real and strange feeling began to spread through his body.

  His legs suddenly became very heavy, not only heavy, but also numb and weak. This weakness started immediately and spread rapidly throughout his body like a wildfire, with his muscles quickly becoming soft and weak block by block. His feet felt heavy, his waist immediately softened to the point where it couldn't support the weight of his upper body, which wanted to bend down. The feeling of weakness quickly rose to his chest, even his lungs lost their strength, and his heart seemed too lazy to move. His head felt as if it was both big and heavy, his neck almost unable to support it, he felt dizzy.

  The feeling that was transmitted in the body at such a fast speed, starting from the feet, when he had just blinked his eyes, but as soon as his eyelids closed, his whole body went soft and didn't even have the strength to open them again.

  This is a double curse of weakness and dullness, and even in the Magic Academy, there are hardly five people who can release such a fast and effective curse spell. Even for a horse, this curse can erode its standing power in the blink of an eye.

  At this time, Xuan, who was still confused and ignorant, pulled his arm and dragged him into the woods.

  He was too careless. He had stupidly fallen into a deadly trap. Xuan indeed had no hostility towards him, nor did she pose any threat to him, so he had no guard against her, but he forgot that she might be used by others.

  His head was already dizzy, but Asa still heard the sound of five swords tearing through the air at the same time. Although his body was weak and soft, his spirit was hardened and angular under the stimulation of crisis.

  Five people suddenly appeared from five directions, as if they had emerged from the ground. Five long swords flashed out of thin air like lightning, and in an instant, they were already rushing towards him with a speed that left no time to cover his ears or close his eyes.

  The speed, angle and timing of these five swords are impeccable. Moreover, he is now numb in his feet, soft in his body and dizzy in his head, let alone someone is holding his hand.

  Asha swung her arm with all the remaining strength and threw Xuan out, who was still in a daze. She barely flew out of the gap between the sword lights. But this brief delay had already made Aisha completely unable to dodge.

  The five directions joined forces seamlessly. The timing, speed, and even the slight tremble of the wrists of the five swordsmen were all in sync, forming a net with their swords. No matter how he advanced or retreated, dodged left or right, this sword net would close in on him in the blink of an eye, merging to create ten more holes in his body. Moreover, he no longer had the strength to dodge now.

  A deafening boom, Asa was blown into the air by the shockwave of his own fireball, and the five swordsmen below were also knocked back. This was the desperate measure he remembered in a moment of crisis. Weakness and dullness could only affect his physical body, but not restrict the release of magic.

  I could feel the muscles in my back almost shattered, a rib broken, and a sweet throat, with a mouthful of blood spat out. The force used by this fireball was not extremely large, and the magical power could still be condensed immediately. Asa pressed his hand on himself, first dispelling the magic, then healing it.

  His injuries were recovering and his weakness was dispelled. Suspended in mid-air, he saw the ambush circle that had been prepared for him below.

  There were only twelve people, eleven swordsmen carrying long swords and one magician. But Asa felt an almost desperate sense of crisis.

  The positions of these twelve people are very precise, and they can surround the incoming enemy with the most efficient method, and also launch the most efficient attack speed. And being able to completely conceal one's breath, even if such an ambush is planned, it will only reveal a killing aura when it strikes, these twelve people are absolutely top-notch.

  Just as Asa began to fall, the three swordsmen closest to him immediately flew towards the direction he was falling. They were not shocked by this unexpected dodge and explosion, taking the most effective attack at the first time, without any hesitation or delay, clear and decisive. This is the demeanor of a master.

  Asa was still in mid-air, the first sword's sharp blade had almost touched his clothes. He grabbed this sword with one hand, gripped the hilt tightly, and twisted it, snatching the sword away.

  The feeling of getting the sword was not at all awkward, and the swordsman had already abandoned his sword when he snatched it. Holding the hilt is absolutely impossible to hold onto the hand holding the body of the sword, and letting go when you should let go. And when Asa snatched the sword with a twist of force, his arm was already powerless, but he grasped the hilt again and launched a fierce thrust forward. This is truly a master swordsman.

  His arm's twisting force was exhausted, the sword in his hand was struggling to break through his palm and continue to advance forward. Asa exerted himself to grip tightly, the sword body shattered in his palm, the sword broke - the broken sword continued to stab towards his face, while the other two swords had already killed him. Asa's feet fell to the ground, he swung his hand, and the fragments of the broken sword in his palm were thrown at the faces of the two swordsmen.

  With a thud, Xuan, who had been thrown out by A Sa, finally fell to the ground and was dazed.

  The two swordsmen did not dodge, nor did they lower their heads, and they didn't even blink as the shards of the sword flew towards them. Their long swords continued to thrust forward without hesitation. They knew that Asa, who had just landed, was in a position where it was most difficult to dodge or block attacks, which is why they used this method to catch their breath. The actions expressed by these two were the most important factors in team combat - seizing every opportunity with reckless abandon. This wasn't just skill, but the true mark of seasoned warriors who had been tempered through a thousand battles.

  Pffft. The two long swords stabbed into Asa's body as expected. These were extremely fast, accurate and stable two swords, Asa could only try his best to turn his body when the sword edge entered his body, bringing the sword edge away from the vital parts. However, these two swords left two long and deep blood marks on his body, and the blood immediately gushed out. His clothes were completely soaked.

  One swordsman who had successfully hit the target fell straight down, with sword fragments directly piercing his eyes and entering his brain, almost bursting out from the back. Asa's throw was not just a simple intimidation or delay. Another one's face was already embedded with sword fragments, each piece deeply visible to the bone, almost shredding his face into pieces.

  This shattered face still only had one complete, firm and cold expression, as if this was just a matter of skin, flesh and bones that had nothing to do with oneself. The pair of eyes above only stared at Asa's body, the spirit inside only thinking about how to control the weapon to leave more effective marks on this body without fail.

  This iron-like will is where a warrior's true combat strength lies. In the midst of life and death struggles, what is most fatal is not physical weakness but spiritual hesitation; only those who can wholeheartedly stab through their opponent's chest even when their own throat is being cut off will have the greatest chance of victory.

  The swordsman's sword, which had just swept past Asa's body, slashed out again - blood splattered, and this time it was a deep cut that exposed bone. However, the swordsman froze for a moment, because what he had struck was his companion's body. Asa finally grabbed the arm holding the broken sword and, while crushing the wrist bones, also pulled the swordsman over to block the attack for himself.

  Facing such a few masters, the price of being hit by these two swords is worth it to catch one of them. Dragging the opponent's body as a weapon and shield, this is a very effective tactic that Asa has summarized in many cases where he was outnumbered. Such a huge shield has a great blocking effect, and seeing his companion's blood flying under his own attack is a huge blow to anyone's morale.

  The swordsman who cut down his companion was only slightly stunned, and immediately raised his sword again to slash. Asa continued to pull the swordsman who had fallen into his grasp to block this sword. In terms of strength, reaction, and physical qualities such as feeling, he had an absolute advantage, which is why he could use the enemy as a shield like this.

  Ka Cha! The sword edge mercilessly chopped into the muscle, cutting off the bone, and cut off the arm that fell into Asa's palm at shoulder height.

  The swordsman cleanly and efficiently chopped off his companion's hand, then pulled him over with a swift motion. He could see the consequences if this companion continued to be in Asa's hands. Decisive and without hesitation, he ruthlessly chopped off his companion's arm like chopping wood, saving his life while also foiling Asa's plans.

  The one-armed swordsman's face was already twisted in pain, but he didn't make a sound, covering his severed arm as he stumbled towards the wizard to get treatment.

  A Sa's hand holding the broken arm in his hand stiffened, and he felt a chill in his heart.

  Everyone here is a top-notch master. Swordsmanship is not the issue, the key lies in their willpower, fighting spirit and judgment ability, all of which are absolutely flawless. Such opponents would be extremely formidable even in a one-on-one duel, let alone when they coordinate with each other to perfection.

  Just as he was gathering magical power to use a healing spell, the intense feeling of weakness swept through his body again, and this magic had to be replaced with a dispelling spell.

  After the dispersal technique took effect, the body still felt a bit weak, this was true weakness, those two swords had caused deep wounds, and blood kept flowing non-stop.

  The wizard remained at a relatively safe distance from Asa and did not rush to use any aggressive spells. The distance and the trees made it unlikely that any direct attack would hit, and the big spell had the danger of hitting his companions, so he continued to use the greatly effective weakening and slowing spells. This was enough, Asa had to spend all his casting opportunities dispelling, whoever was hit by such a weakening spell could no longer fight.

  Although this was the time he encountered the least number of enemies in an ambush, it was also the most dangerous one.

  Just as he dispersed, the five swordsmen who had made the first move and three others elsewhere quickly formed a circle around Asa in the middle. Everyone could see that this opponent was not one to be dealt with by individual attacks alone, but required the most effective method of attack. The swordsmen took their positions, and all nine began to make their moves at once.

  This was undoubtedly a carefully studied and repeatedly battle-tested collective attack formation, with the nine swords acting independently yet harmoniously interwoven into a massive sword energy net that pressed down on him from all sides. At the same time, the deadly weakening technique also surged back to life within his body, causing his taut muscles to rapidly go limp.

  This is indeed the most dangerous one, and it's more likely to be the last time.

  Asa suddenly gathered all his spiritual and magical powers through meditation to a point, then burst out like crazy as before. The torrent of strength and will in his body immediately squeezed out the weak spells, and his throat let out an inhuman scream, charging towards the sword net that was covering him.

  Even the air around him seemed to be torn apart, split and whistling on the sword's edge. The feeling of meditation had reached its peak, but even so, he couldn't detect any gaps in his surroundings that would allow him to pass through. It was just nine narrow iron bars, yet they filled all the space within a range of over ten steps, giving off an impression of being impenetrable. Every direction, every angle, and every path he could take seemed dead. The footsteps, body movements, and even breathing of these nine swordsmen were in perfect harmony, as if they had practiced their dance-like movements together. No matter how he dodged or weaved, the nine swords would intercept, restrict, stab, slash, and chop him with precision and efficiency, making it impossible for him to completely avoid them. If he was hit by any of the swords, even a slight pause in his movement would be met with immediate follow-up attacks from the other swords, until he was reduced to a pile of minced meat.

  Asa almost instinctively charged towards one of the swordsmen. This was the strongest link, as this swordsman's sword energy and sword momentum were the most dense, and all the changes in the sword net were almost all centered around him. This was also the weakest link, he was the main attacker and manipulator of this sword array, and as long as he could be defeated, the sword array would definitely reveal a flaw or even collapse.

  Can't hide, don't hide. No way out, kill a way out. The greater the pressure and crisis, the more motivation and killing intent he has. Danger and tension are catalysts that release all the beastly and vital energy in his soul.

  Facing his impact, the swordsmen immediately retreated backwards. Although they retreated, their sword momentum did not weaken but instead grew stronger. The two swordsmen on either side were also retreating and at the same time closing in towards the center. All three men's sword energy and momentum had converged before him, forming a vortex of sword energy in front of him.

  The merged sword auras of the three advanced swordsmen resonated. Even if a steel ball were to rush in, it would only turn into iron filings. The three stopped, waiting for the sword net behind them to close in.

  But Asa's momentum didn't decrease, and in his heart, he never had the slightest idea of retreating. Facing the overwhelming sword energy that was about to crush him, his fighting spirit was already a sharp thorn that had been burned bright red.

  He didn't use magic, he can no longer use magic. This fighting spirit and vitality, as well as the will to fight, are raging inside him, melting his magical powers into a part of this strength. This wild and primitive power disdains any technique, ignoring efficiency. He swung out with the most direct weapon - his own fist, he wanted to use his own flesh and blood to open up a path for his life.

  Faced with such a direct, honest and nakedly pure attack, all the fancy changes have become pale and useless. Three long swords from three directions, with the same speed, the same strength, the same tremble and the same momentum, stabbed towards Asa's fist.

  This is a hard collision. Asa's all-out Dou Qi power and speed versus the swordsmen's sword aura and momentum in a head-on clash.

  Three long swords shattered simultaneously at the moment they came into contact with the fist, only emitting a crisp sound.

  Under the sword energy's lead, the sword tip pierced through the fist's surrounding aura, and the three sword tips that touched the skin immediately burst open, with the sound of shattered finger bones and broken swords ringing out simultaneously.

  The clashing of sword energy and the force of the impact caused a massive shockwave, causing all three swordsmen's grips to shatter, their swords slipping from their grasp and falling to the ground.

  Flesh and skin flew off his fist, bones shattered. Asa let out a loud wail, although it still looked like the shape of a hand, but felt as if it had been trampled by cattle like a rag.

  His charging power had been consumed in this hard collision, and his body stopped moving forward. The six swords behind him were almost touching his clothes. But now these were just six swords, the sword net that filled the sky earlier had collapsed with the defeat of the three swordsmen in front, and the sword net behind him lost its momentum, returning to six lonely long swords. When the nearest three swords pierced into the flesh on his back, Asa finally regained his strength and started to force himself to escape.

  The remaining strength was not enough to cope with six such swordsmen, let alone face a similar sword net formation, but it was still enough to escape. Although the blood had soaked through his clothes, he still had an absolute advantage in physical strength, and the residual Dou Qi inside him could temporarily resist curses like weakness.

  Asa leaped over the three swordsmen in front of him and sprinted towards the forest, as long as he could escape into the woods, everything should be fine. After all, he was a dignified high priest, no one would dare to chase and kill him in public.

  A strange, muffled sonic boom erupted behind him, not a sharp-edged tearing of the air, but a dull thud. Moreover, this sound was not particularly loud, just fast, and didn't seem to have much killing power even if it hit its mark.

  Asa leapt up, and the thing behind him whizzed past his feet. It was an ice ball bigger than a human head, rolling rapidly forward through the air. Asa could clearly feel the magical force swirling inside the ice ball as he somersaulted in mid-air, using his hands and feet to cover his entire head, face, chest, and abdomen.

  The ice ball exploded, without the majestic explosion of a fireball, but instead with a loud crashing sound as substantial ice shards scattered in all directions. The entire area was filled with the sounds of collisions and penetrations. A small area of trees was instantly shattered, these ices propelled by magical force shot out like crossbow arrows. Many tree branches as thick as arms fell to the ground, and some smaller trees were also pierced through by the ice blocks.

  A Sa shrunk into a ball and fell straight down from mid-air, just like those tree trunks. The ice fragments on his hands and feet were so deep that they reached the bone. If he hadn't tensed up his muscles and used all his remaining internal energy for defense, these small things condensed from water vapor would have pierced through his chest, abdomen, and legs.

  The "Glacial Explosion" of this water system is not a small spell, as long as the magician's level has not yet reached the realm of Ronis Bishop or Sedlos, he must adjust his magic power and take a few breaths before he can cast another spell. This wide-range killing spell should also delay the footsteps of several swordsmen behind, so Asa, who had heavily fallen to the ground, immediately bounced up again, he had to keep running.

  However, the stinging pain in his right leg and left shoulder immediately shattered the running power he had just gathered, and two long swords pierced through his thighs and shoulders. Then four hands and another two long swords rushed onto his body. Asa was immobilized instantly.

  The icy sword edge, left and right, had already broken through the skin, stopping precisely beside the carotid artery, and with just a slight press downwards, blood would have sprayed out like a fountain. The four hands were very powerful and accurately grasped several key points on his limbs, locking the joints, this was definitely a technique that had been practiced countless times. The swords on his shoulders and thighs had penetrated through the muscles, so even if he still had the will to fight, he could only be pressed down there with a pale face by those swordsmen.

  It all happened too fast. From the moment he discovered the ambush, to his evasion, counterattack, and escape, until he was finally captured, it was all over in just a little more than one deep breath.

  However, Asa knew he wasn't innocent. The several swordsmen holding him down all had shards of ice stuck to their bodies and were bleeding. When the "Ice Explosion" happened earlier, they didn't dodge or retreat, only slightly covering their faces. If it weren't for the sufficient defensive power of their leather armor, they should have all fallen down as well. Asa couldn't help but admit that even if he was more brilliant, facing such a strong and coordinated opponent who could sacrifice their lives to achieve their goal would be impossible to deal with.

  The weakness after the exhaustion made every wound on his body hurt more severely, and the blood continued to flow. The two long swords that pierced his shoulder and thigh almost nailed him to the ground, one of which seemed to have penetrated the bone, and he was in so much pain that it felt as if even his marrow was flowing out along with the sword.

  "What are you doing? Do you know I'm the Dean of Magic Academy? What do you mean by this? Are you rebelling?" Even Asa himself felt that his words were clichéd, uninteresting and powerless, but now he could only rely on the effect of such official tone.

  Several swordsmen did not react to his words, and their facial expressions did not fluctuate. The blade was still close to the blood vessels on his neck, and those powerful hands were still exerting force on his joints and vital points. The magician in the distance and the disarmed swordsman also walked over slowly, but neither of them spoke. This group of people seemed to be just machines for fighting and acting, completely unresponsive to anything else.

  But someone farther away suddenly jumped out.

  This person had been watching from a distance with caution, making preparations to escape at any moment. Even when Asa was pinned down, he didn't dare come out until now, hearing Asa's voice and realizing that he was completely safe and victorious. He jumped out from behind the trees, his extremely excited emotions making his voice sound like singing: "How about it? This time I finally caught you, this time I won, this time you're finished! I told you so, daring to oppose me is looking for death."

  "It's you again, you scoundrel. I should have killed you when I had the chance." Asa glared at the smug Prime Minister's son.

  "Ah!" Xuan, who had been thrown out by Asa and was dizzy, finally got up, but the bloody scene in front of her immediately stunned her. She crawled and ran to the Prime Minister's son and asked tremblingly: "Didn't you say it was just going to find a few people to beat him up? How did it become like this?"

  This morning, the young nobleman found her and said he had a good business to ask for her help. It was to take that young man who often came to find her to the forest outside the city, and also told his address.

  At that time, she was also very strange. The noble son explained to him that he had a small conflict with this guy and wanted to find someone to beat him up, but it was not good to move his hands in the city, so he could only think of ways to cheat him out.

  She felt that something was not quite right. However, the young noble immediately promised that he would not hurt her or break her limbs, but only teach her a lesson and let off steam, and immediately took out ten gold coins to give to her, and also promised to give her another ten gold coins afterwards.

  Twenty gold coins, this is almost enough to make her worry-free for life. Moreover, if it's just a beating, it doesn't seem like much to him either, so Xuan was almost in high spirits as she pulled Asa over.

  But now the bloody scene, two swords still pierced his body, seemingly wanting to take his life immediately. Xuan trembled and took out a few gold coins from her bosom, walked to Moduo's front with a crying tone and said: "This money is returned to you, and I don't want the other ten gold coins either. I beg of you, please let him go, I'll take him to see a doctor, or he will die like this."

  "Damn it." Moduo slapped the prostitute to the ground. This morning, he had wasted no effort in persuading her to bring someone out without arousing suspicion. As a noble prince and prime minister's son, negotiating with a prostitute was a shameful matter that could not be exposed. However, since his father forbade him from bringing people out to cause trouble again, he had to take matters into his own hands.

  Xuan suddenly hugged Moduo's legs and continued to cry and beg: "I beg of you, please spare him, I'll give you money too..."

  "Get lost." The prime minister's son kicked Xuan in the head and face with a few forceful kicks, sending her flying. He then drew out a knife and made a few slashing motions. "Stupid woman, I'll deal with you slowly after I've finished off this guy."

  Mo Da held the knife and walked towards Asa, but after seeing Asa's glaring eyes, he shivered. He hesitated for a moment, seemingly unwilling to be intimidated, yet feeling some fear, so he ordered the swordsmen: "First cut off his hands and feet."

  The swordsmen still didn't move. The magician spoke up, apparently the leader of these few people. His face wore a typical ascetic's plain and stern expression, he said: "Lord Modo, this target has completely lost its ability to resist. I suggest temporarily detaining him, waiting for trial before executing him."

  "What? Do you doubt me?" The prime minister's son shouted somewhat oversensitively.

  The magician's voice was as dry as a piece of withered wood, but it carried weight: "We don't know who he is, nor will we care who he is. We simply follow orders. What I said just now was merely a suggestion to you."

  Mo Duo took out a letter of command and a seal from his bosom, waved them about, and said: "You have seen it for yourselves. This is the token left by your captain, and the letter of appointment clearly states that I am in charge of all matters. You just need to follow orders, do what I say, and that's enough."

  "I merely suggested." The wizard repeated dryly. "Suggested."

  "No need for suggestions, just follow my orders." The prime minister's son was considerate of the Holy Knights' reputation, which is why he didn't show his usual temper. He looked at Asa, originally wanting to torture him a bit more, but now it seemed that these big shots from the Holy Knights weren't easy to control, so to avoid any further trouble, he decided to get rid of him quickly.

  "Now I'll just pee on you, and if you drink it, I'll give you a good beating." He looked at his opponent with great satisfaction, who had repeatedly made him lose face, given him a hard time, and seemed to be impossible to get rid of, but now was finally under his feet. He felt the thrill of victory and reached out to unbutton his pants. "Even if you don't drink it, I'll still soak you from head to toe. Do you know what it's like to have wounds splashed with urine? How about it? Surrender yet? Or am I just too awesome? Want to beg for mercy? Anything else to say? Hmm?"

  "Help!" Asa cried out in a half-dead tone. "******, won't you lend a hand? Are you just going to watch me get slaughtered like this?"