Song Nanjun: Old Sixth! You're Playing Me!

And clearly, all of this was planned by the father and son from the start. Because of this, while Song Kai led people to the Black Tiger Gang, Song Nanjun quietly returned.

The purpose was to seize the opportunity to kill the County Magistrate after Qin Ming left.

After all, if they didn't make a move now, the County Magistrate would likely find an opportunity to deal with them later. They understood the saying that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers.

As for whether they could succeed, there was no need to even consider it!

After all, without Qin Ming's personal protection, what chance of survival would a County Magistrate who wasn't even a martial artist have?

Song Nanjun, unconcerned with the County Magistrate's reaction, took another swig of wine and casually waved his hand at the men behind him.

Upon receiving the order, four or five men tightened their grip on their sabers and stepped forward, preparing to kill him.

"Whoosh,"

"Whoosh,"

"Whoosh,"

But at this moment, the County Magistrate's lips curved upwards into a cold smile.

He quickly lifted his robes, drew a slender soft sword from his waist, and leaped forward, launching a surprise attack.

In the blink of an eye, the long sword in the County Magistrate's hand, like a viper's tongue, struck before the attackers could react or anticipate it, taking their lives.

"Clang,"

Seeing this, Song Nanjun's wine cup dropped to the ground.

He quickly got up, grabbed his saber, and kicked over the table, but the County Magistrate easily dodged it.

The County Magistrate stared coldly at Song Nanjun, his expression grave, and said in a deep voice, "It seems everyone was deceived by you. You are not a helpless ordinary person at all."

"Hahaha,"

Hearing this, the County Magistrate burst into laughter. He wiped the blood from his soft sword and said coldly, "When did I ever say I was a helpless ordinary person? That was just your own assumption."

"Even if I said I wasn't a martial artist, you believed it without seeing it for yourselves. Aren't you all just a bunch of fools?"

"I didn't make a move before because there was no opportunity or need. But now, I don't want to see the Black Tiger Gang and the Ten Thousand Blades Sect in Changqing County anymore, so you all must die!"

Clearly, Song Nanjun understood everything upon hearing this, but it was already too late.

The County Magistrate charged forward, giving Song Nanjun no time to think. He could only fight desperately.

He had initially thought that even if the other party was a martial artist, killing a few Bone Refining Realm martial artists earlier was just a sneak attack and nothing significant. He believed he could do the same with ease.

Relying on his own Late Viscera Refining Realm strength, he thought he could kill the opponent in a fair fight.

But who could have imagined that as soon as they started fighting, Song Nanjun was completely suppressed by the County Magistrate?

"Whoosh,"

"Whoosh,"

"Whoosh,"

The County Magistrate seemed to be just stretching his limbs, not even fighting seriously, appearing very relaxed.

Even so, his sword strikes became faster and faster, and Song Nanjun was finding it increasingly difficult to parry.

The County Magistrate said with a cold smile, "Alright, this is the end. You go die first."

"Don't worry, though. I'll reunite you with your father soon."

"No..."

As soon as he finished speaking, before Song Nanjun could say anything else, his chest was pierced, and he collapsed into a pool of blood.

His eyes were filled with unwillingness, and blood continuously flowed from his mouth. It was beyond saving.

The County Magistrate looked at the dead Song Nanjun with a blank expression, showing no emotion.

After all, in his eyes, the other party had come looking for death. He wouldn't have lived much longer anyway. Now, he had simply taken the initiative.

He sheathed his soft sword at his waist and calmly muttered to himself, "It's time to act. Let's start with the Ten Thousand Blades Sect."

"Since I said I would kill your entire family, I will kill your entire family. I am a person of my word."

Then, he left the scene and flew towards the Ten Thousand Blades Sect.

Half an hour later.

The County Magistrate arrived at the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Blades Sect's territory, on a street nearby.

A man in black suddenly appeared and approached the County Magistrate from behind, speaking in a deep voice, "My lord."

"Mm."

The County Magistrate was not surprised by his appearance; this was all part of his plan.

Looking at the Ten Thousand Blades Sect not far away, he said calmly, "What is the situation inside? How many people are left?"

"Including women, children, and the elderly, no more than three hundred."

"Good. Charge in and leave no one alive."

"Yes."

The man in black nodded respectfully upon hearing this, then blew a clear whistle.

From the shops on both sides of the street, a large number of people holding weapons quickly gathered behind the County Magistrate.

At the wave of the first man's hand, he personally led his men charging in, beginning a one-sided massacre.

A few minutes later, Sounds of wailing, cursing, and begging for mercy came from inside.

But before the ruthless slaughterers, only tears were met with the chop of their sabers, leaving them no chance to live.

At this moment, the County Magistrate's face was expressionless, like a cold-blooded animal devoid of emotion.

He looked at the women, the elderly, and the children already lying in pools of blood as if he had seen it countless times.

No one would have imagined that the County Magistrate, who usually wore a smiling face, could be so cruel.

Not much time passed before the group of men in black reappeared, covered in blood, and no other sounds could be heard.

They respectfully reported, "My Lord County Magistrate, everyone, young and old, has been executed. There are no survivors."

Upon hearing this, the County Magistrate merely glanced calmly at them before turning and heading in another direction.

Seeing this, the many men in black behind him immediately followed.

Meanwhile, On the other side, the battle at the Black Tiger Gang's headquarters continued.

But at this moment, Bai Ze had already arrived at the inner courtyard of the main hall. Since everyone was fighting outside, there was no one else here.

After quickly searching through various rooms, although a small amount of silver was found, there were no other gains.

However, Bai Ze did not give up. It leaped to Black Tiger's residence and directly infiltrated it, but the harvest was still minimal.

How could the Black Tiger Gang, having been in Changqing County for so many years, have nothing?

Bai Ze couldn't help but mutter to itself, but soon thought of a secret room.

It whispered, "This is the Black Tiger Gang's main hall. The accumulated gold, silver, and other precious items over the years must be here."

"After all, with the Old Gang Leader, Black Tiger, guarding it, there's no safer place."

"The reason for not finding anything now must be that it's all hidden in a secret room."

With this thought, Bai Ze could no longer afford to hesitate and quickly searched Black Tiger's residence.

It had to find what it wanted and escape quickly before the fighting outside ended.