Night fell over the Zheng Clan of Verdant Grain County.
Three Blades silently infiltrated the Zheng Clan. Now that Zheng Wu was dead, there was no use keeping Zheng Yu alive either. Today, he would send father and son to reunite.
Deep within the Zheng Clan stood a residence brightly lit by lamps. Two Tendon Forging martial artists stood guard outside with sabers in hand, while hidden sentries farther away kept watch at all times.
As the Zheng Clan's pillar, Zheng Yu could not—and must not—fall.
The Zheng Clan's tight defenses here were precisely because they feared an accident.
By now, the night had deepened. Three Blades concealed his aura and stood quietly beneath the shadow of a tree, like a man who did not exist.
He casually plucked several green leaves and surveyed his surroundings. Once he had everything clearly mapped out, the leaves in his hand shot forth abruptly.
The distant hidden sentry had no time to react before a green leaf pierced his forehead. He toppled headfirst into the grass with a muffled thud.
The two Tendon Forging martial artists outside heard the noise and had just turned their heads to look—when Three Blades appeared before them out of thin air like a ghost.
Their expressions changed drastically, their faces drained of color.
Just as they were about to shout, Three Blades spread his arms. Like a pair of blood-red blades flying across the air, they effortlessly swept across the two men's throats.
One to the left, one to the right, almost without any order between them.
Lines of blood appeared across their throats at the same time. Before they could make a sound, their bodies went limp and collapsed.
Three Blades drew his arms back with the motion, caught their bodies, and gently lowered them to