Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 68: Hidden Weapons Technique

"Xin Zhuo, the grandson of bandits, lowly and despicable, ignorant of the laws of the court and the righteous path of the world, constantly opposing the government and capturing hostages.

You, a yellow-haired child, indulge in violence and evil, not tolerated by heaven and earth. Even a rat has fur, but you lack the dignity of a human being. How can you live in this world without shame?

Without parents, a mixed-blood from the countryside, ignorant of the Four Books and Five Classics, not understanding the Seven Military Classics and Eight Virtues. A rotten wood cannot be carved, and a wall made of dung cannot be plastered.

You are disloyal, unfilial, unkind, and unjust, a scoundrel without morals, a despicable person who deserves to be punished by everyone. You are extremely lowly..."

The person speaking was an old man with a stern face and a moral aura. He ranted angrily, his words flowing like a river.

Silence fell upon the mountain.

The old man's words may not have had much substance, nor were they the three-character classics of the common people, but they were offensive and demeaning, reducing people to dust.

Killing someone is not as cruel as killing their spirit. This kind of scolding went a bit too far, but... scolding a bandit didn't seem inappropriate.

Those who hated Xin Zhuo, like Su Zefeng, couldn't help but cheer.

Others, like Shangguan Fanqing, remained silent and watched.

Su Miaojin frowned slightly, wanting to say something but finding herself speechless.

Cui Ying'er and the others on the mountain trembled, their faces changing repeatedly, clearly angered.

"The head of the family!"

Murong Xiu frowned and approached Xin Zhuo, introducing, "He is the elder brother of the head of the Song family, the grandfather of Song Dongxitang, and the old master of Song Mulian."

Xin Zhuo remained silent, his legs no longer trembling, his back straight, and a look on his face that no one could understand.

To be honest, with so many people coming, his intention to perform the ritual for the spirit had already faded. It felt like things were getting out of hand, after all, with so many people and so many eyes, the best course of action would be to calmly resolve the situation or leave.

His thoughts hadn't changed, and he could even retort, "An old man with white hair, an old thief with a long beard, spouting nonsense in front of me..." just to vent his frustration.

But it didn't seem necessary, and it wasn't interesting.

After a moment of silence, he waved his hand to signal, "Dagui, go and check the river behind the mountain, make sure we can leave. Jiulang and Lao Bai, bring some people from Menghuo Village to bring the members of the four major families led by Murong Lei here."

"Yes!"

The few of them hurriedly left.

At this moment, the old man on the mountain suddenly stopped his angry scolding, stopping very abruptly, as if he had reached the peak and inexplicably ended, leaving people dissatisfied.

Beside the old man, a middle-aged man took advantage of the moment when Xin Zhuo turned his head and extended his right hand, curling his fingers slightly and lightly flicking, shooting out five shining silver needles.

The five silver needles emitted a silver-red color, shimmering with a strange cold light under the sunlight, clearly coated with a strong poison.

At this moment, two needles stuck to the ground, one on the left, one on the right, and one above, silently aiming at Xin Zhuo's upper, lower, left, right, and brow, targeting the five deadly acupoints.

It was an assassination attempt with the intention to kill in one strike.

Those with keen eyesight below couldn't help but stir.

Murong Xiu also saw it and exclaimed, "It's Yuan San's Soul-Stealing Divine Needle!"

"Dodge, head of the family!"

Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang didn't see it clearly, but after being reminded, they almost simultaneously threw themselves in front of Xin Zhuo, using their bodies to block the needles.

At this critical moment, Xin Zhuo frowned, quickly grabbed a few pebbles, and swiftly moved in front of Cui Ying'er and the two women. His fair and slender right hand moved mysteriously and strangely, and then he flicked with force.

Little Xin's Flying Daggers!

Using stones instead of Flying Daggers.

The name may sound childish, but it was anything but childish. Seven hard stones emitted seven black cold lights, even causing ripples in the air.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Five of them directly met the five silver needles.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

In mid-air, the stones hit the needles, producing bursts of explosive sounds as the objects shattered.

The gravel was crushed, and the ground was covered in stone dust.

The silver needle bent and fell to the ground in despair.

However, the two extra stones rushed towards the cursing old man from the Song family and the third master who was displaying the silver needle.

This sudden Hidden Weapons counterattack happened in just an instant.

The ordinary people below the mountain felt lonely, while the practitioners of the eighth and ninth ranks were somewhat confused. But those with a higher realm were shocked in their hearts.

Finally, someone reacted and shouted, "Uncle Song, Third Master Yuan, quickly dodge!"

It was too late!

The cursing old man had spent his whole life studying classics and martial arts, but he was only at the eighth rank. Perhaps he had come here just to curse people. At this moment, he only had time to move his right foot, and he was heavily hit on the forehead by a stone.

Bang!

His neck was forcefully jerked back, his body flew backwards, and he fell heavily onto the three people behind him. Blood gushed from his forehead, his eyes closed, and his life or death was unknown.

As for the Third Master Yuan, he reacted extremely quickly, drawing out a curved moon treasure knife to block the stones.

"Dang!"

The stones shattered, the blade broke, and he took three steps back. His hand was injured, and his face turned pale.

Silence.

Cui Ying'er, who had closed her eyes and waited for death, and Han Qiuniang opened their eyes, looking confused.

Mu Rongxiu looked at Xin Zhuo in shock. When did the head of the family learn Hidden Weapons? And he was so skilled?

The crowd below the mountain was also at a loss for a moment. Whether they were hoping for Xin Zhuo's death or had some other thoughts, they were all intimidated by this move.

"Young Master, this thief has such a skillful Seven Stars technique. He even resolved the attacks of the Seventh Rank Third Master Yuan. What kind of devilish Hidden Weapons technique is this?" Hai Tang, who also knew martial arts, couldn't help but be amazed. "He is handsome and talented too!"

"Put away your thoughts of wolves and tigers!" said Shangguan Fanqing in a low voice. "This kind of person wouldn't look at a maid like you!"

"I, I didn't... It's all what you said..." Hai Tang became anxious and stomped her foot.

At this moment, the young masters, young ladies, and practitioners from the four major families on the mountain were brought over. When they saw the dense crowd below the mountain, they were a bit confused.

"What does this mean?" Murong Lei looked at the crowd below the mountain in surprise, then looked at Xin Zhuo.

Xin Zhuo's face had lost its politeness from a few days ago, and he couldn't be bothered to respond. He just looked at Huang Da Gui, who had arrived behind him.

"Let them pass!" Huang Da Gui lowered his voice, pointing to the turbulent river behind the mountain. No one expected that they could escape from there.

"Very well!" Xin Zhuo nodded and made a gesture.

Cui Ying'er and the others understood immediately and immediately led a group of Tiger Bandit gangsters to kick the back knees of the young masters, young ladies, and practitioners from the four major families.

In order to prevent them from recovering their strength and causing trouble, a small amount of bone-softening and tendon-relaxing powder had been added to their meals these past few days. At this moment, they couldn't muster any True Qi and were forced to kneel down.

Yuan Yourong, Song Dongxi, and the others were furious. "Xin Zhuo, what do you mean? Didn't you promise to let us leave?"

Kneeling down in front of so many people was a deep humiliation that penetrated their bones.

Xin Zhuo still ignored them and just waved his hand heavily. "Behead!"

"Xin King, wait!"

Someone below the mountain finally realized Xin Zhuo's intentions and shouted in panic.

It was too late!

"Plop, plop, plop..."

Four practitioners from the Song family, except for Song Dongxi, and seven practitioners from the Yuan family, except for Yuan Yourong and Ah Da, had their heads instantly severed.

(End of this chapter)