Cutting Through the Mess with a Swift Blade

Jiangling City, Nan Commandery. The Righteous Mohist Lineage's branch headquarters was a spacious residence that resembled a merchant's estate.

"Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop..."

The hurried, continuous clatter of iron hooves echoed through the streets. A group of twenty-five riders stopped before the residence's main gate.

A tall, powerfully built young man with a sunny yet steady air and sharp eyes led twenty-four similarly burly men with solemn, murderous auras off their horses. They went straight toward the residence's main gate.

"Who goes there?!"

The twenty-five men did not merely possess imposing auras. They also carried a dense, chilling killing intent that shook the spirit. The four Righteous Mohist disciples listlessly guarding the gate were startled and immediately placed their hands on the swords at their waists as they shouted.

"King Wuhuan's Personal Guard, Grand Commander Bian Rang of the Wei Martial Guards!"

The visitors were none other than Grand Commander Bian Rang and twenty-four elite members of the Wei Martial Guards. Bian Rang frowned as he glanced around, especially at the four previously negligent guards, and said with an icy expression, "This is not the time to be so lax."

This was Nan Commandery, after all, not Hidden Dragon Commandery. The Righteous Mohists had now become the Jianghu's hidden public enemy and were feared by the other contending factions, so they naturally could not act with great fanfare.

"Ah?!"

Although they belonged to King Wuhuan's Personal Guard rather than the legendary Forbidden Guard that was invincible beneath the heavens, to these ordinary Righteous Mohist disciples, they were still figures from legend.

The four guards stiffened in shock and stared at Bian Rang and the others in astonishment, not knowing how to respond.

Seeing this, Bian Rang's thick brows furrowed even more deeply. He flipped his hand, producing a command token, and