Chapter 22

" Deng Qianwan, you... why did you attack her? " Shi Huang was shocked, "Ayu, how are you?"

"Hack! Hack!" The man coughed several times, seemingly unable to speak immediately. Mrs. Deng, however, snorted and said nothing.

"Is it actually Deng Jingfu who attacked Mrs. Deng?" Qin Yu was terrified and bewildered. He looked down and cautiously retreated backward, moving very slowly but with determination. The aura of these people was truly terrifying! They acted without any restraint, and it was best to stay as far away from them as possible.

A hoarse voice began to speak.

"I struck my own wife, and you, Lord Shi, don't seem surprised at all? Mrs. Deng, do you think I have always doted on you and would never know about your disgraceful deeds? Hmph! You even tried to save him with the divine bell! If you two weren't having an affair, how could the divine bell of our clan, the Panhu Bell, have been stolen by a mere child of the Shi family?"

"No... it's not like that!" Mrs. Deng said urgently, clearly severely injured, her breathing rapid, "I... I haven't wronged you... Husband, believe me!"

"Ha! Ha!" Shi Huang suddenly burst into laughter, "Good, very good! Today, the three of us will die here together! With the two great chieftains of the Wuling Man as my sacrificial offerings, I will die without regrets."

"Wuling Man?" Qin Yu sat down on the ground, finally understanding the origins of the two Dengs.

The Wuling Man were a general term for several ethnic minorities living in the upper reaches of the Yuan River in today's western Hunan and the border areas of Guizhou, Sichuan, and Hubei provinces during the early Eastern Han Dynasty. The Wuling Commandery was established in this region during the early Western Han Dynasty, and it was also known as the "Five Creeks Man" due to the five streams in the area: Xiongxi, Nanxi, Chenxi, Youxi, and Wuxi.

The chieftains of the Wuling Man in each creek often called themselves "Jingfu," but the more formal title was "Jingfu."

These two were indeed the two great leaders of the Wuling Man in this generation.

Deng Qianwan, the Jingfu of Xiongxi, and Mrs. Deng, Tang Yuan Shui.

Mrs. Deng said, "Husband, although I had some private interactions with him, I have never wronged you. If you don't believe me, let's go catch Young Master Shi together."

Shi Huang's voice changed, and he shouted loudly, "Ayu, we have been through so much together, how could you bear to harm my son?"

Mrs. Deng sneered, "Lord Shi, why don't you say that it was you who harbored evil intentions and had long planned to steal our clan's divine bell, leading to this outcome?"

The words of both sides became increasingly sharp. Qin Yu's mind raced, and just as he was about to do something, he heard Shi Huang suddenly roar. Immediately, a fierce wind began to howl.

In the next moment, Qin Yu felt his body become light, as if he had been suddenly seized around the waist and carried away at high speed.

Qin Yu was momentarily stunned but quickly realized that he had been captured by Shi Huang. He was both shocked and angry. This Lord Shi, having been poisoned by the barbarians, was trying to escape and had grabbed him along, with the clear intention of using him as a human shield at any time!

Shi Huang was a top-tier expert, and even though he was poisoned, the force with which he seized Qin Yu was immense. Qin Yu's body went limp, and his left hand, which had been holding the arrow, went numb. The armor-piercing cone fell to the ground.

...

"Where are you going?"

"Stay!"

The same words, spoken by two women, one with a soft and alluring voice, the other with a cold and crisp one.

A fierce wind came from behind.

Mrs. Deng, seemingly pulling out a slender-handled flexible knife from somewhere, about four feet long and as thick as a thumb, showed its excellent quality as the blade swayed. Her sword technique was very hard, and she stood firm, flicking the blade straight and then slashing it forward.

Several silver flashes appeared in the shadow of the blade, and three "silver rings" the size of an adult man's palm detached from the blade, spinning rapidly and cutting toward Shi Huang's back of the neck, waist, and coccyx.

At the same time, a sharp, sword-like golden wind shot forward from the front, from a slender and delicate black figure. This person extended a sword, and a green, foot-long electric glow pierced directly into Shi Huang's chest.

Red light flashed in Shi Huang's eyes, and he casually dropped Qin Yu, muttering, "Nowadays, little girls are all so full of malice, truly a pity!" He had immediately seen that the girl in front of him was still young, but her sword technique was ruthless and aimed to take a life.

After a brief hesitation, Shi Huang flicked his left hand, and a crisp sound rang out from his chest. Then, he swung his right hand backward, and a red shadow shot out from his sleeve, making three sharp sounds as it shattered all the ring-shaped blade lights behind him.

Qin Yu noticed that when the crisp sound came from Shi Huang's chest, the three silver rings paused for a moment, seemingly affected. He thought to himself, "This Mrs. Deng's skills are truly remarkable; her blade light can leave the blade and attack. What is inside Shi Huang's chest that can affect Mrs. Deng's blade light?"

Mrs. Deng's eyes widened slightly, seemingly not expecting Shi Huang to still be so powerful after being poisoned.

"Don't chase... don't chase... him, that is... the... red... whip!!" Deng Qianwan, with his extraordinary eyesight, although severely weakened and unable to stand, immediately recognized the abnormality of Shi Huang's weapon.

"Red whip? Husband, do you mean the Divine Whip of the Hundred Herbs?" Mrs. Deng, standing with her sword, was greatly shocked by this, "The Divine Whip of the Hundred Herbs, which the ancestor of the Han people, Shennong, used to control the hundred herbs and command the myriad beasts and the myriad clans?"

Deng Qianwan nodded slightly and weakly.

"He... with this whip, the people here... probably can't stop him. Moreover, he... still has the divine bell."

"Hmph, I heard it, the divine bell is indeed in his hands!" Mrs. Deng's face darkened, "Then we can't let him escape!"

"Of... course, this time... he... won't... escape!"

While the couple was communicating in low voices, Xizhilan, who was approaching, also encountered danger.

A sword flew over, and the one shouting to stay was the cold and graceful assassin, Xizhilan.

Her two-foot-long short sword glowed green, with an electric glow extending from the tip, now reaching nearly three feet in length.

Red light flashed in Shi Huang's eyes. Seeing that Xizhilan, although not as skilled as Mrs. Deng, had勉强达到了暗境的门槛，她的秘传剑芒如此诡异，他也不敢大意，长鞭灵巧一抖，鞭梢已堪堪卷住了剑刃本体。

Xizhilan also reacted quickly. She probed the force of the whip and immediately knew she couldn't resist，急忙在鞭圈里一按一挂，短剑已从鞭中抽回，双臂上举，娇靓的身躯在半空中即将完全伸展开来的瞬间，一声鹰唳，双足借势便是往下一踏。

"神鹰双踏！？好！" Shi Huang's bloodshot eyes brightened, he praised, and then shook his head.

At the same time, the prone Qin Yu couldn't help but shake his head in his mind.

"似乎不对……有些急了。"

Sure enough, with a series of "bangs," two clusters of short steel needles shot out from the soles of Xizhilan's boots, black and shiny, aiming for Shi Huang's face.

Shi Huang took a half-step forward, dodging the area above his head, and casually swung his whip horizontally. The whip tip, like a venomous snake, swept across, deflecting most of the needles. The remaining few were caught by the inner force attached to the whip, unable to break free.

His bloodshot eyes still fixed intently on Xizhilan above him.

The prone Qin Yu shouted, "Idiot, run!"

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PS: The author, lying on the ground, shouted, "Give me, recommendation tickets!"

PS2: Thanks to Pinglan Wang Beidou10 for the tip.

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