Chapter 16
Name: Xue Banchuan (a somewhat famous top strategist)
Age: 52
Skills: Seven Slashes Sword
Hidden attributes: None
Cheng Dairen lay hidden in the bushes, witnessing the entire scene of murder. The opponent's swift and ruthless killing left Cheng Dairen shocked, hastily using the system to check the opponent's information. Indeed, this was a top-notch strategist.
Cheng Dairen knew that those who could reach the top were not simple, Qin Man this top-notch mountain bandit could single-handedly defeat a hundred people, and a top-notch strategist was obviously more terrifying than a top-notch martial artist.
Xue Ban Chuan suddenly gave a cold glance in this direction, and Cheng Da Lei's heart skipped a beat. If he were to run into the other party now, he estimated that there would only be one dead end.
Xue Banquan suddenly jumped off his horse and hugged the body of Han Xuanzi, pointing his iron knife at the road he came from.
"Go back."
At the order, one hundred horses turned around at the same time and came galloping, then went away in a hurry.
Cheng Dairen stood up from the grass at this time, wiping away the sweat on his forehead: This era still has great men, and not every one is as bad as Xu Shenji - so bad that there's no strategy to speak of.
Suddenly, Cheng Dairen, who had just let out a sigh of relief, seemed to have triggered something, and with a heavy stamp of his foot, he threw back his head and let out a long sigh.
"My sword."
"Ding! Completed the 11th mountain stronghold defense, reward: 1 lottery chance. Do you want to draw now?"
"Not smoking for now, let's talk about it when we get back to our hideout."
Cheng Daire carried his large axe onto the horse, this time the system was quite generous and gave him a chance to draw a prize. Drawing prizes is a matter of luck, but Cheng Daire's face... had been rather unlucky recently.
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Time: Night
Location: Blackstone Castle Lord's Manor
On a bed that could be called terrifying, there were two bodies as white as jade, of the same height, with the same appearance, and with the same watery long eyes that seemed to hold spring.
This is the most favored pair of beautiful slaves by the lord of Blackstone Castle. Now, the two are together, like a pair of sheep that have been skinned, with an obese and elderly body pressing down on them, their hair is white, and there are old age spots on their face.
Inside the bronze lamp post, the lamp oil was lit, illuminating the room as bright as daylight. On the large bed, the red quilt was rumpled, and arms were entwined, with a series of seductive voices rising from the soft couch.
"Lord of the castle, Lord of the castle..."
A mournful cry arose, Xue Ban-chuan rushed in with the body of Han Xuandi, and knelt down on the ground with a thud.
"The castle owner... young master, is dead!"
"What?!"
Han Hu's loud cry, stripped naked and straddled over, only to see Xue Banjiang covered in blood, the waist knife still dripping with blood, while his own son had a wound on his neck, already dead, with an expression of not closing his eyes until death.
A round face with sweat dripping down, the fat on his body shaking along with his trembling body, obviously already in extreme pain and extreme anger.
Xue Banchuan lowered his head, suddenly, a cold gleam flashed in his eyes, he gripped the hilt tightly, and slashed upwards at an angle. With a "chi" sound, a wound was cut on Han Hu's belly. His stout body stumbled backwards, leaning against the large pillar in the room, staring at Xue Banchuan with an incredulous expression.
"Is it you?"
"It's me!"
Xue Ban Chuan has stood up, holding a knife and standing upright. At this moment, he is straight and expressionless, with a hint of caution.
"Lord of the castle, you've been sitting in this position for too long, it's time for me."
The sound fell to the ground, and the knife also cut over, with the rotation of his body, the knife's momentum became more fierce and faster. Han Hu was naked on his body, stumbled backward, suddenly bumped into the bronze lamp post in the room, he rolled on the ground, grabbed the copper pillar, blocked this knife, and pushed Xue Banquan away.
"Why, why!" Han Hu's body was propped against a bronze pillar, panting heavily.
"Lord... chaotic times are coming... the empire has lost its deer, how many heroes in the world have been thinking about contending for the throne day and night... while you're still indulging in wine and women, if you don't take this world, I will!"
One word, one slash, seven slashes in a row, the room only saw the knife light but not the person. The twin brothers on the bed were already trembling with fear, who would have thought that Xue Jun, the gentle and elegant master of Blackstone City, had such martial skills.
"You think you can take... You're also worthy..."
Han Hu strode forward, swinging his copper pillar, completely naked, his bloated flesh shaking, and his movements were incredibly fierce and powerful. At this moment, he was like a furious wild boar.
In the mountains, there is a pig, two tigers and three bears. Calling him a pig isn't derogatory.
Wow!
The copper pillar smashed into Xue Banjiang's chest, he stumbled backward, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"It is indeed worthy of Han Hu, who repelled the Rong tribe outside the city for seven days thirty years ago. The name 'Tiger Husband' is not spread in vain."
"Am I supposed to be intimidated by these words? Am I supposed to rely on these to be feared?" Han Hu gazed at Xue Banquan with a condescending look: "What are you, anyway? If it weren't for me promoting you, you'd just be a woodcutter in the mountains. You've read a few books and think you can contend for the empire's throne? Even if we can't defend it, it's not your turn to try!"
Xue Ban Chuan's facial muscles twitched as he gripped the knife handle tighter, while Han Hu stood there, still cursing loudly.
"You're nothing but a dog I raised to watch the house, can't even do that right, and now you think you can be your own master. Even if I used my toes to think, I'd still be smarter than you, you're just a fool who thinks diligence can make up for stupidity."
"The lord of the castle has great talent, and I, Ban Chao, feel inferior to him!"
"Get out of my sight, you're not even qualified to be a city governor, let alone the emperor. You'd exhaust yourself to death and still wouldn't have what it takes. As for me, I've slept with more women in my lifetime than you've met people, and killed enough men to fill a moat. Death? Ha! And you'll spend your whole life as a self-torturing fool!"
"Kill!" Xue Ban Chuan's eyes turned red at the bottom, and he suddenly burst into a loud shout, holding his knife and advancing forward.
"Come!" Han Hu shouted loudly with a fierce cry.
Suddenly, the beautiful slave who had been shrinking on the bed sprang up like a leopard, one wrapping around his neck and the other hugging his thigh, the hairpin stabbing fiercely into Han Hu's body.
Han Hu's painful cry echoed out as he shook his body, throwing the two female slaves off him. At this moment, Xue Ban Chuan's knife had already stabbed into his heart.
Han Hu's pupils suddenly dilated, his body swayed three times, and he fell backwards onto the ground.
Xue Banchuan crouched down the mountain, looking into his eyes and said: "I know I'm not as good as the city master, but I want to try, who knows if I can do it, like today."
"Black, black..."
Han Hu's mouth opened and closed, desperately trying to say something, but it wasn't clear. Xue Banchuan slightly furrowed his brow, putting his ear close to Han Hu's lips, listening to what he was saying.
"Hei... Shi Cheng is the imperial gateway... No, don't let the Rong tribe... make trouble again... Da Wu Tian Xia..."
Xue Ban Chuan was stunned and looked at Han Hu in incomprehension. He saw that his head was tilted to one side, and he had stopped breathing.
Xue Banchuan stepped out of the house, holding a tiger tally and shouting orders to the soldiers inside the city. That night, the city lord's mansion was reduced to ashes by a single fire.
