As the last stroke of his fingertips fell, the entire gold-lettered poem burst into dazzling golden light, soaring into the sky. Everyone present stared at the scene in amazement with their eyes wide open.

At the same time, the Heart Slaughtering Brush shook, and white waves of energy rippled outwards, spreading in all directions.

Above the blood-stained pen tip, a burst of blood energy shot out, transforming into a blood blade in mid-air, directly slashing at Tang Xuan.

Seeing this, Tang Xuan turned pale with fear. He desperately tried to turn and escape, but his path was completely sealed off by the pen’s protective barrier.

In the blink of an eye, the blood blade pierced through his body, shattering the Heart Questioning Platform in his sea of consciousness.

Tang Xuan let out a hysterical scream, blood gushing out of his mouth!

“Young Master!” The outcome was clear, the Heart Questioning platform was shattered, and the Heart Salughtering Brush fell to the ground. The protective barrier around them slowly dissipated. Mo Lao hurriedly rushed to Tang Xuan’s side, but the latter was kneeling on the ground, his eyes vacant. He kept repeating, “Kill him, kill him.”

“Old servant obeys.” Mo Lao carried Tang Xuan away from the main hall and ordered the people from the Lord of Jinyang City’s Mansion to take him away. Then, he swiftly returned and stared at the man wearing a festive red robe not far away. His robe fluttered, and a strong killing intent filled the air, causing the tables and chairs in the hall to tremble. The air became thick, like mud.

Xing Sheng and Lan Ningshuang immediately protected Qin Feng with grave expressions.

Even Qin An, who had been knocked away earlier, drew his narrow-blade knife and stood by Qin Feng’s side.

“This fight was originally initiated by Tang Xuan. He…” Lan Ningshuang hadn’t finished her sentence when her expression suddenly changed. She quickly raised her long sword to block in front of her. Mo Lao had already appeared within arm’s reach. His finger lightly tapped on the blade.

The weight transmitted from the sword edge directly sent Lan Ningshuang flying. When she finally stabilized her figure, her face was pale, and a distinct trace of blood stained her lips.

Seeing this, Xing Sheng immediately protected Qin Feng and stepped back. He shouted, “In front of everyone, do you still want to kill Lord Liu’s nephew?!”

Mo Lao gave a cold glance, waved his sleeve, and a powerful force burst out, not only knocking down Xing Sheng but also sending Qin An flying.

Tables and chairs were overturned, and inside the hall, a porcelain vase as tall as a person was smashed to pieces by Qin An’s collision.

“Today, within the Qin Residence, no one can leave alive.” As his words fell, the doors of the Qin Residence closed with a loud “bang.” When everyone heard this, their expressions turned extremely fearful. How could they have known that they would risk their lives just by attending a celebration?

Mo Lao had gone insane!

He walked slowly to Qin Feng, hoping to see fear in his eyes, but the latter remained calm and composed.

“Young boy, your temperament is quite something. Even while facing death you still remain unfazed,” Mo Lao said coldly.

“Kill me if you want. No need for so many words.” Qin Feng replied coldly.

“Eager to die, huh? It won’t be that easy. You shattered the Heart Questioning platform of the Young Master, ruining his foundation. I won’t let you die so easily. I want to crush every inch of your bones, let you watch your relatives and friends die in front of you in agony, and finally, I’ll send you on your way with my own hands.”

Mo Lao slowly raised his hand to reach for Qin Feng. Suddenly, three sharp winds could be heard.

Xing Sheng thrust his long spear from the left, Lan Ningshuang leaped into the air, and her sword aura struck vertically, while Qin An swung his long knife horizontally from the right.

The three of them attacked from different angles, trying to catch Mo Lao off guard.

However, facing such an attack, Mo Lao merely snorted. Before anyone could react, the three of them had already been sent flying.

The gap between two realms couldn’t be compensated for by mere numbers.

“No one can save you now,” Mo Lao sneered. His skin wrinkled as he reached out his hand, preparing to crush Qin Feng’s bones.

The fingers of Liu Jianli’s left hand, which was hidden under red wedding dress, moved slightly, but then quickly fell flat.

Just then, outside the Qin Residence, a voice rang out.

“What grudge do you have, that you have to settle scores on someone else’s wedding day? Even the free wedding wine has lost its taste.”

Mo Lao paused. He followed the sound and saw a middle-aged man in black clothes, carrying a large gourd of wine, drinking with his head tilted back. His eyes lowered slightly, and the two-star green jade token at his waist was particularly conspicuous.

Fortunately, he had made a move. Qin Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn’t seen the Master Si Zheng in the courtyard earlier, how could he have dared to act so boldly?

Mo Lao didn’t waste words. He flicked his finger, and a burst of energy shot out like an arrow, directly aiming at the man.

Si Zheng seemed oblivious to the danger, continuing to pour wine for himself. Just as the energy was about an inch away from his head, his shadow suddenly stood up, forming a black wall that completely blocked Mo Lao’s attack.

“Hundred Ghosts, Fifth Rank, Puppet Shadow,” Mo Lao squinted his eyes, his expression serious. “This old man is a guest of the Tang family from Heavenly City. I was ordered to protect the Young Master. May I ask who you are?”

Si Zheng picked up a piece of food, took a sip of wine, smacked his lips, and replied casually, “I’m just the Chief executive of the Demon Slayer Department in Jinyang City, nothing more.”

“Since you are the Chief Executive of the Demon Slayer Department, then you are under the command of the Ministry of War. My family’s head is the Supervisor of Ministry of War. I hope you can be accommodating and not interfere with today’s affairs. Perhaps in the future, you can soar to great heights and even enter Heavenly City.”

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng’s heart leaped to his throat. He wasn’t sure if Si Zheng would switch sides for his own gain.

But this question was answered in less than a moment.

Si Zheng put down his wine cup and said casually, “Old fogey, there are two problems with what you just said.”

“What two mistakes?” Mo Lao frowned.

“First, the Demon Slayer Department does not belong to the Ministry of War. Even if the Ministry of War can deploy the Demon Slayer Department to some extent, it’s only for temporary assignments, not under their direct command. It’s far from what you said about being under their command. For us, the real authority comes from the Chief Executive of the corresponding domain.”

The Great Qian Dynasty was divided into four domains: South, East, North and West. Each domain would select the strongest individual to lead the Demon Slayer Department for the entire domain. That person was called the Chief Executive!

“Second, I never thought of going to Heavenly City. There are too many rules there, and the brothels and gambling houses are too expensive. It’s not as good as the freedom here.”

These words astonished everyone present. In the Great Qian Dynasty, whether commoners or wealthy merchants, everyone wanted to move to the Imperial Capital for a stable life. But this man, with a disdainful tone, complained about it.

Qin Feng’s lips twitched. He felt that Si Zheng’s real reason for not wanting to go to the Imperial Capital was probably because he found the brothels and gambling houses too expensive.

Mo Lao’s face darkened completely. “So, you mean to interfere in this matter today?”

“What if I do?”

With these words, the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Mo Lao clenched his fists under his sleeves, his gaze shifting between Si Zheng and Qin Residence’s gate. After a few moments, he finally released his hands and walked toward the Qin Residence’s gate.

Passing by Si Zheng, Mo Lao glanced sideways and asked, “Would you care to introduce yourself?”

Si Zheng sneered, “I don’t change my name or sit idle. Chief Executive of the Demon Slayer Department in Jinyang City—Wang Fugui!”

Qin Feng: “…”