They all became female demons after being reborn.

Chapter 50 Kill Yuan Hao!

Yuan Hao stared expressionlessly at Wu Cheng and the girl with the umbrella behind him, his true energy slowly filling his meridians.

"Your Highness, I underestimated you."

He originally thought Wu Cheng was still a fool, or even if he wasn't, there must be some force controlling him behind the scenes.

Perhaps it was the Wentian Sect, or perhaps it was a noble person from the palace.

But the moment Yuan Hao saw Wu Cheng, he knew he was wrong.

Big mistake!

Looking back now, the Fourth Prince's initiative after dealing with Meigensheng was truly remarkable!

Megan Sheng is not weak; in fact, she is sharp-minded and mature.

And this Fourth Prince... after killing Mei Gengsheng, he resolutely went to Wentian Sect to become a disciple, and then came all the way to Luoyang to investigate the cause of his son's death, and set his sights on himself.

On the very same day he arrived in Luoyang, he managed to instigate his accomplices in the north to burn down the residences of three of his allies, luring them away from their strongholds, and even eliminate the assassins sent by Prince Yu, taking their heads...

Feeling the chill emanating from his fingertips, Yuan Hao narrowed his eyes.

But his escape route had been cut off by the Fourth Prince himself.

He rose from humble beginnings to become the magistrate of Luoyang, and he never relied on brute force.

But now there is no room for retreat.

The only son lost his life, Prince Yu also lost his life, and the task entrusted to him by the Crown Prince was completely botched.

The only hope for turning the tide now is that the Fourth Prince kills the Prince of Yu and colludes with the Northern barbarians to rebel, and he turns the tide by personally killing the Fourth Prince in the Luoyang government office, and then taking his body to Lin'an to plead guilty.

Yuan Hao slowly walked into the courtyard and stood with his hands behind his back. "But Your Highness, how exactly do you intend to kill me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than thirty experts appeared from all around.

Among them were people dressed as yamen runners, people in various styles of martial arts short outfits, and soldiers from the Shenshu Camp who came from military backgrounds.

What they all had in common was that their eyes were piercing and their gazes toward Wu Cheng and his companion were fierce.

"They're all experts." Wu Cheng wasn't too surprised. "Lord Yuan, secretly raising assassins is a capital offense."

Yuan Hao remained silent.

The clamor outside the courtyard drifted in from afar, but the inner courtyard was eerily quiet. Only the night wind swept over the courtyard wall, rustling the withered leaves of the old locust tree in the corner of the courtyard.

Yuan Hao looked up at the boy surrounded in the moonlight in the distance. "Fourth Prince, my son Congwen is dead."

"Is it my fault?" Wu Cheng laughed gleefully. "You drove your son to suicide, is it really my fault?"

"Yes, it's no use saying anything now that things have come to this."

Yuan Hao waved his hand, "Go!"

The dozens of experts immediately charged towards Wu Cheng and his companion, weapons in hand!

Zzzzz!

The slender sword within the Azure Sparrow Umbrella gleamed as it was drawn! With a light step, he closed in to meet the attack!

Within moments, three men died by the sword, blood spurting from their throats.

The remaining experts were shocked, but having seen their share of storms, they soon formed a battle formation. Whenever Qingque drew her sword, several of them would join forces to defend against it, while the other experts attacked from all directions.

Qingque used her speed to dodge and weave, and although she was not injured, she was unable to break through for a while, and the two sides were in a strange stalemate.

Wu Cheng had already arrived a good distance from Yuan Hao, his wooden sword drawn and pointing diagonally at the ground. "Lord Yuan, do you have anything else to say?"

"Now it's a matter of life and death." Yuan Hao reached to his waist with his right hand, and a dull dagger appeared in his hand. "But Your Highness, rest assured, when the sun rises as usual tomorrow, only I will be alive."

"Then... take this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the vortex of energy gathered at the Yongquan acupoint on Wu Cheng's left foot suddenly exploded, and his body shot out like an arrow!

The distance of ten steps closed in an instant. The wooden sword drew a very faint arc under the moonlight. The sword energy covering the sword accelerated its rotation and compression, and even a very faint humming sound appeared in the air!

Just as they were about to make contact, his left hand, which had been hidden behind his back, suddenly sprayed out a cloud of lime! There were even two small throwing knives mixed in with it!

This was a technique he learned from the two corpses in the alley.

Yuan Hao's expression changed slightly. He took a step and his body immediately drifted back several feet to the left to avoid the hidden weapon and lime!

"I have long heard that the 'Huangji Jingshi' is a secret kept within the imperial family, but I never imagined that Your Highness would resort to such despicable means!" Yuan Hao held his sword across his chest, the blade trembling slightly, and a cold and domineering aura slowly emanated from it.

"My Shandong bloodline tells me that I must win!" Wu Cheng's sword missed its mark and he landed steadily. Then, he slightly bent his knees and the Qi vortex in his Yongquan acupoint compressed and exploded again!

"Shandong?"

Yuan Hao was taken aback. Although he didn't know what Wu Cheng meant by those words, he didn't have time to think about it at this moment.

Instead of retreating, he stepped forward, his blade flashing like a bolt of lightning as he slashed down diagonally!

Before the blade's energy even arrived, a small, inch-long scratch had already appeared on the bluestone pavement.

Wu Cheng raised his sword to meet the attack, then his expression changed slightly.

His sword energy was derailed by the faint, sticky force in the opponent's saber energy, and the subsequent surge of power made his tiger's mouth go numb.

Wu Cheng suddenly stepped back using the Flowing Cloud Step, and casually threw out a few flying needles that reflected a faint blue light.

In a few breaths, he steadied his breathing, and his true energy emerged from the Qi seed in his dantian, re-regulating in the Foot Shaoyin Meridian. Then he pressed forward again!

The second clash of swords!

Wu Cheng's wooden sword was not deflected. The sword energy that was rapidly rotating and compressed on the wooden sword gently cut into the knife energy in Yuan Hao's hand and was deflected.

Then came the third sword strike!

Wu Cheng's wooden sword slashed diagonally upwards, precisely cutting into the moment when Yuan Hao's blade shifted, deflecting his blade!

Just as Yuan Hao revealed this momentary opening, Wu Cheng's offensive suddenly accelerated!

He unleashed a burst of power from the Yongquan acupoint on his left foot, while the Tianjing acupoint on his right elbow also exploded during the chopping motion, creating a reaction force that accelerated him. In fact, more than a dozen acupoints throughout his body burst open one by one, making him faster and faster!

The smoothness of the connection between the compression and explosion of true energy in various acupoints throughout the body surprised even Wu Cheng himself.

Sparks flew across the bluestone floor, and the clash of knives and wooden swords produced a piercing noise.

Yuan Hao's expression shifted from calm to solemn, and then from solemn to astonished.

In the brief span of three exchanges, he took the initiative to retreat and disengage from the battle for the first time.

Although his hands remained steady and the sword energy continued to surge, his breathing had become disordered!

He has lived for forty-seven years! He has practiced martial arts for thirty-five years! Although he has never glimpsed the mysteries of the innate, he considers himself a first-rate master even in the martial arts world. Over the years, he has also seen countless masters!

But he had never seen a teenager with such profound cultivation! And this boy was still able to maintain this frequency of attacks even in such intense close combat!

But that's not the scariest part. The scariest part is that he clearly had the upper hand at the beginning, but after just one move, the two became evenly matched, and after three sword strikes, he even fell into a disadvantageous position!

With each thrust of his wooden sword, the opponent's precision became increasingly accurate, avoiding his blade's energy! Even his own weak points were precisely located by the opponent!

How could his swordsmanship, honed over decades, be gradually adapted to and countered in a mere single exchange?!

How is this possible?!

Is this fourth prince, who's been mentally challenged for sixteen years, a monster?!

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Yuan Hao roared, his sword aura surged, and his swordsmanship changed in an instant.

His blade flashed horizontally across the ground, tearing a large section of the bluestone floor over on Wu Cheng!

Amidst the flying pebbles, he suddenly lunged forward, his blade aimed straight for Wu Cheng's throat!

With the blade three feet from his throat, Wu Cheng suddenly sheathed his sword and stood still.

Then he suddenly moved back three feet, touched the ground with the tip of his sword, stepped forward with his left foot, and assumed the starting stance of Yuan Hao's previous strike!

The next moment, the wooden sword in his hand seemed to transform into a long saber, and his true energy surged back into his wrist along the Foot Jueyin Meridian. Then, the sword trembled slightly and slashed diagonally upwards.

The movements, angles, and even the path of the true energy circulation were exactly the same as Yuan Hao's strike just now!

Yuan Hao's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

He wanted to retreat and dodge to the side, but his sword strike had ended, and the momentum pushed him toward the trajectory of that move he knew all too well.

Wu Cheng's wooden sword broke through his protective true qi and pierced into his left rib. The sword energy that was rapidly rotating and compressed on the sword suddenly burst out, passing through the gap between the ribs without any obstruction and piercing the pericardium, finally stopping in his heart!

Wu Cheng pulled out the wooden sword, took two steps back, and then shook off the bloodstains on it.

Yuan Hao looked down at his stained chest, then looked up at Wu Cheng.

His face showed neither anger nor despair, only confusion.

He really wanted to ask a question: when did Wu Cheng learn the sword technique that he had been practicing diligently for over thirty years?

But he opened his mouth and only made a very faint, tiny sound of a bubble bursting. Then his body swayed and he collapsed, dead.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he heard Wu Cheng say something.

"Lord Yuan, your sun has set."