The Song of a Chaotic Age

679 The Song of a Chaotic Age

The wind rose, leaves drifted, flowers withered, and all was desolate.

Zhang Mingshu kicked open the gates of the City Lord's Mansion and swept a cold gaze across the chaos filling the courtyard. With Spear Stab to Break the Enemy, he cut down several fifth-rank Martial Artists in succession.

The rebels in the courtyard froze for a moment. Then they swarmed over like ants whose nest had been kicked open, brandishing their weapons as they charged.

Zhang Mingshu's figure flashed. The sword in his hand darted out like a venomous snake from its lair, piercing a rebel's chest with pinpoint accuracy. He pulled out the blade and flicked its tip, snapping the man's weapon with a clang.

With Treading the Dipper and Riding the Wind, he displayed nimble footwork and easily dodged wave after wave of attacks.

Even so, quite a few people loyal to the City Lord's Mansion and the Zhang Household continued fighting with all they had.

Zhang Mingshu was racing against time to quell the chaos within the City Lord's Mansion. He had never expected that merely being unable to spare time for one or two months to oversee Shucheng's situation would create such a massive hidden threat.

However, this was not solely a problem on the Zhang Household's side. Driven onward by the greater currents of the world, the Zhang Household had been forced to make certain choices.

Suddenly, another fifth-rank assassin launched a surprise attack at Zhang Mingshu.

The stars linked together and flashed. With Poverty in the Profound Space, Zhang Mingshu's figure became as illusory as a dream before vanishing without a trace.

As he reappeared, he casually struck back and killed the assassin.

His ability to seize the right moment was formidable. He was also the