The Stab

"Heaven and earth, lend me the wind!"

Clang!

As the medium for the spell, Zhang Xuezhou rode in the same carriage as Dong Zhongshu and the others and did not take part in interrogating Zou Bugui.

A drowsy feeling came over Zhang Xuezhou. He heard Dong Zhongshu shout, and the fan in Dong Zhongshu's hand immediately flew from his palm and gave a powerful sweep toward the outside of the carriage.

Sima Xiangru also struck a heavy note on the Scorched-Tail Zither.

Most of Zhang Xuezhou's drowsiness lifted.

"What happened?"

As Zhang Xuezhou wondered, Zhang Qian came to his senses and drew the sword at his waist.

"Assassins!"

Zhang Qian shouted.

But he was cautious too, knowing full well that it was not his place to act in a situation like this.

Whether the imperial guards or Dong Zhongshu and the others, every one of them was stronger than him.

In this convoy, Zhang Xuezhou was about the only person he could beat.

"Someone's still standing!"

Several dozen meters away, Demon King Luli was somewhat surprised.

But their failure to succumb to his Drunken Immortal Wine was no great problem. A group of three demon kings and one super demon king was enough to flatten a fairly large sect, let alone deal with a few palace guards.

He drew his antler fork and was about to advance when a fierce wind swept toward him, rapidly driving back the Drunken Immortal Wine he had spread on the wind.

"Damn it!"

Demon King Luli cursed and hurriedly fumbled for the antidote, trembling.

"Second Brother, you've screwed us over again!"

The Goat Strength Demon King swayed and blinked hard, but the drunken feeling lingered in his mind, impossible to shake off.

The Tiger Strength Demon King propped himself up with a large ring-pommel