This was the first time, in both Chu Qing's past and present lives, that he had witnessed such a scene.
A huge crowd of experts had started fighting at the slightest disagreement.
All manner of methods emerged one after another—true qi, inner force, palm force, fist winds, saber flashes, sword shadows.
Within moments of the fighting beginning, Tang Xi's courtyard looked as though it had been struck by a natural disaster.
Chu Qing did not rush to make a move. He was observing.
The conditions for the system-issued "Execution Order" were clear: killing people was enough.
But there was a method to killing people as well.
As an assassin, he could not possibly tangle with others face-to-face, gong against drum, like everyone else.
He had to kill the most people at the smallest cost... and keep killing until the very end.
Only then could he maximize the benefits of this commission.
But as he watched, Chu Qing discovered a problem and asked Wu Qianhuan, who for some reason had yet to make a move:
"Why did you choose this place?"
The question was somewhat abrupt, and Wu Qianhuan did not understand at first.
She gave Chu Qing a puzzled look.
"What?"
"The secret passage leads to Cicada Forest. No one goes there, and there are rumors that it is haunted.
"There are no citizens of Heavenly Dance City there.
"You could have used Tang Yinfeng to lure them into Cicada Forest, then sent the Heavenly Dance Guards to surround them and catch turtles in a jar.
"Why did you have to lure them into Heavenly Dance City?"
As Chu Qing spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"They... don't seem inclined to keep fighting."
His words instantly set off a thunderous boom in Wu Qianhuan's mind.
That was right!
Luring the lord