The Black Iron Castle
Chapter 1185

The Oriole

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The Minister of the Imperial Household standing guard outside Humble Heart Garden had long been poised to strike, his fighting spirit blazing like fire. The moment he saw that blood-red figure charge out of the gray mist, he leaped into the air. The guandao in his hand instantly transformed into a hook-shaped crescent moon and came crashing down at the figure with the force of cleaving Mount Hua in two.

The guandao was a Silver Secret Treasure, endowed with special abilities far beyond ordinary blades and swords. Before that hook-shaped crescent moon could strike the blood-red figure, it suddenly split from one into two, its attack power instantly doubling...

"Die..." The Minister of the Imperial Household's voice burst like thunder, his twin pupils shining like stars. With an angry roar, his voice carried for dozens of miles.

That blood-red figure was none other than Han Zhengfang. Just days ago, the Minister of the Imperial Household had drunk with him and discussed affairs. Yet now, they were enemies rather than friends. The instant he struck, he showed no mercy.

Han Zhengfang cast the Minister of the Imperial Household a glance with bloodshot eyes, allowing the guandao to slash across his body while he merely threw a punch at the Minister of the Imperial Household.

The twin moons formed by the guandao struck Han Zhengfang, and his entire body suddenly exploded like shattered fragments, bursting into nine humanoid clouds of blood mist. At the same instant, the nine clouds shot like arrows in nine different directions, swift as lightning. Within a second, they had flown over a thousand meters away. Meanwhile, the Minister of the Imperial Household, struck by Han Zhengfang's punch, spat out a mouthful of blood and was blasted backward for several miles like a meteor, smashing through who knew

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