Chapter 172 - 121: Arrow Fired from the Black Gold Bow!! Kill!!

Chapter 172: Chapter 121: Arrow Fired from the Black Gold Bow!! Kill!!

Hearing his question, Zeng Anmin’s heart sank instantly. From this single inquiry, he figured out many things. The person behind this assassin had to be the mastermind colluding with Ren Weizhi!

Many previously unanswered questions became clear in this moment.

Prince Qi’s death was a silencing tactic! To the mastermind, the ousted and exiled Prince Qi no longer held any value. He even posed a risk of exposing the clues of their years of collusion. Thus, Prince Qi had been eliminated.

Now, his father had saved Lou Yingqi, protecting the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. Lou Yingqi was the only person who might hold evidence of the collusion between the mastermind, Prince Qi, and Ren Weizhi! Consequently, his father had also become a constant thorn in the mastermind’s side!

But... how dare he?!

His father was a Great Confucian Scholar in the Third Grade Firewood Carrying Realm! He was also a high-ranking official in the Cabinet! How could that person dare to send an assassin after him?! Wasn’t he afraid of his father’s frenzied retaliation once he found out?!

Unless... the mastermind and Ren Weizhi were certain that his father wouldn’t be a threat for much longer! In other words, they were already making a move against the old man!

Zeng Anmin felt his brain spinning like a high-speed roulette wheel. All the clues twisted together maddeningly. But what method would they choose to deal with his father?!

"Speak." Finally, growing impatient, the man’s hoarse voice sounded again. Only this time, it carried a chilling murderous intent. The icy aura drifted toward Zeng Anmin, jolting his spinning mind back to reality.

"Zeng Anmin? Who’s that?" Zeng Anmin’s face was the picture of bewilderment. He looked at the man blankly. "Are you talking about Zeng Liangjiang from the Imperial College, senior? You must have the wrong person. My name is Liu Datou, a servant of Young Master Liu Xian from the Liangyou Chamber of Commerce. I’ve only ever practiced Martial Art in my life."

It had to be said, Zeng Anmin was as sharp as a tack. He even spoke with a regional dialect from his past life, attempting to pass off his lie as the truth.

The man remained silent for quite a while.

A quiet tension slowly brewed in the alleyway between them. Evidently, Zeng Anmin’s words had some effect. At the very least, the man didn’t attack immediately. However, it was often this kind of dead silence that brought the most unbearable sense of oppression.

Zeng Anmin could clearly feel beads of sweat sliding down his forehead.

"A Martial Artist..." the man in the bamboo hat murmured, his voice slowly floating over.

Zeng Anmin’s previous actions—leaping from his horse and swiftly fleeing into the alley—did indeed prove that he was a Martial Artist. In fact, he was at least a ranked Martial Artist!

One could not cultivate both the Confucian Dao and Martial Art simultaneously. This was a fact known to every Cultivator. And the fact that Zeng Anmin, son of Zeng Shilin, was a genius of the Confucian Dao was already known to most of the capital.

"A pity," the man sighed softly. He slowly raised his head, his face hidden beneath the bamboo hat, making it impossible to discern his features.

SWISH!

Three cold gleams appeared in his hand simultaneously, out of nowhere. "You still have to die."

His voice was like a phantom’s. Its hoarseness in the dead of night involuntarily suffocated the heart.

"Please, senior, I’m just a hired hand. I definitely won’t blab about this..." Zeng Anmin tried to stall the man’s attack.

However...

WHOOSH!

The three cold gleams flashed past, exuding their lethal threat in the darkness.

Zeng Anmin’s hair stood on end. Without the slightest hesitation, he pushed off with his legs.

THUMP!

With a beautiful flip and the agility of a swooping falcon, he vanished from his original spot.

CLANG!

Despite being three separate cold gleams, they struck the city wall behind him at the exact same time, producing a single crisp sound.

PHEW~

How thrilling!

Zeng Anmin panted heavily. He had just confirmed some good news!

The Realm of the man before him didn’t seem as outrageously high as he had imagined! He was probably... not yet at the Realm of a Fourth Grade Martial Artist!

He remembered Bai Ziqing casually mentioning once that upon advancing to the Fourth Grade of Martial Art, one would attain an epiphany regarding something called a "Domain." Killing a Martial Artist below the Fourth Grade would be as easy as crushing an ant. The true gap between Martial Artists became extremely obvious only after reaching the Fourth Grade.

Although his evasion just now had been barely pulled off, he hadn’t felt completely powerless against it!

Zeng Anmin’s eyes lit up. He had a fighting chance!

At this thought, a Short Axe shimmering with a multicolored light silently appeared in his hand.

"Die!"

As the old saying goes: Take a chance, and even a eunuch might grow a pair! Roll the dice, and the Eldest Princess’s bed you’ll share!

Having chosen to fight, Zeng Anmin instantly entered an extremely tyrannical state. The Martial Arts Aura within his body surged maddeningly toward the Short Axe.

"First Severance: Hai!"

Zeng Anmin’s eyes instantly flushed red. A scarlet bloodlust bled wildly from his Dan Feng eyes. The "intent" of the Dragon Inspection Map surfaced alongside it.

In a flash, patches of Dragon Scales gleaming with a dark golden light emerged over his arms!

If he didn’t strike, so be it, but if he did, it must be a sure kill! The man before him had to die!

BOOM!

As Zeng Anmin stomped off the ground, he instantly crushed a large crater into the bluestone pavement. His body shot forward like a sharp arrow, rapidly closing in on the man in the bamboo hat.

[(Prismatic) High-end Martial Power: Your Martial Arts Combat Power is one tier higher than your Martial Arts Realm.]

Although Zeng Anmin was currently at the Seventh Grade Visualization Realm, with the blessing of this Golden Finger attribute, his combat power was undeniably at the Sixth Grade Void Realm!