Chapter 10 — The day I returned, the entire General's Palace was afraid

Following my command, the heavy lacquered door of the General's palace slowly opened. Outside the door, the sunlight was blinding. Several thousand rebel troops were completely black, like a rolling tidal wave, with no end in sight. Truong Cuong, the leader of the rebel army, rode on a tall black war horse, holding a giant demon-headed knife in his hand, his face full of horizontal meat, his eyes fierce and fierce. When he saw that the person opening the door was actually a group of women, he was first stunned. Immediately after, he let out a crazy laugh that shook heaven and earth.

"Ha ha ha ha! Does that old man, Lam Uy, no longer have anyone in the palace? Yet he sent a group of women out to die!"

The rebels behind him also laughed in unison. That laughter was filled with contempt and dirty evil thoughts. I paid no attention to their ridicule. I just quietly looked at Truong Cuong. Then, raised the "Black Kill" sword in his hand.

“Pilot point.”

“Obey!”

A That took out from his chest a small black object only as big as the palm of his hand, looking like a kind of flare. She pulled the rope. A mournful, sharp hiss tore through the sky. The black smoke in mid-air gradually condensed into a strange skull shape. Truong Cuong's laughter immediately fell silent. He looked at the black skull in the sky and his face suddenly changed.

“Miao Gang… Ghost King Order?”

“Where are you from?”

He stared at me, his eyes filled with uncertainty.

“The one who took your life.”

The words have not yet finished, I have already moved. His toes lightly touched the ground, his whole body was like an arrow leaving the bowstring, rushing straight towards Truong Cuong sitting on horseback.

“Protect the general!”

The bodyguards next to Truong Cuong immediately reacted, simultaneously raising their spears in their hands, forming a forest of spears, stabbing straight at me. I'm in mid-air, there's nowhere to borrow force from. I feel like I'm about to be stabbed into a honeycomb. Right at this moment, the female guards behind me moved. The girls pulled out black long strands from their waists. The long fairy was like a spirit snake leaving the cave, very precisely wrapping around the heads of those long spears. Use a strong pull! The other dozen bodyguards, both their bodies and their spears, were dragged to the point of falling, falling east and west. The spear forest was destroyed in the blink of an eye. And I also took this opportunity to land in front of Truong Cuong's horse.

“Find death!”

Truong Cuong roared angrily. The ghost-headed knife in his hand carried ten thousand pounds of momentum, slashing straight from above to my head! I don't avoid it. Just slowly raised the "Black Assassin" in his hand. A really loud noise. Sparks flew in all directions. The demon-headed knife immediately broke in two with the sound of impact. Truong Cuong only felt a tingling sensation in his mouth. The remaining blade in his hand could no longer be held, and it directly slipped out of his hand and flew out. He looked at me in disbelief, and then at the knife's hilt that was only half left in his hand. He could only utter this one word. My "Black Kill" bar passed over his neck. An intact head immediately soared into the sky. Fresh blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing all over my body. I brushed away the drops of blood on the blade, using the tip of my foot to raise my head, still wide-eyed Don't aim there. Then, right in front of all the rebels, I threw it down in front of their camp.

"The general is dead. Those who surrender, do not kill."

My voice was cold but clear, spreading throughout the entire battlefield. Several thousand rebels looked at the head of their general, then looked at me - a woman who was like a god of death descending to earth.

“Clang… clang…”

Not knowing who it was, the first person threw the weapon in his hand to the ground. Then, like an epidemic, it can spread. The sound of weapons falling to the ground echoed continuously, one wave after another. In just a moment, thousands of rebel soldiers were kneeling on the ground. I don't kill them. The killing of Truong Cuong was enough to shock people's hearts. I still need them to help me find someone.

“Where is my father, General Lam Uy of Binh Nam, now?”

I asked a man who looked like a deputy general. That man was scared to death by my murderous aura, like pouring beans into a bamboo tube, spilling out everything he knew.