Chapter 78: The Horse-Slaying Sword

Ignoring how the common people around were escaping, Mo Qingkuang only wanted to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.

With explosive-laden embroidered balls being thrown from unknown locations, there was no time for Mo Qingkuang to save anyone.

Being able to rescue Han Yan'er at the risk of his own life was already quite risky.

His speed was extremely fast, and even while carrying someone, he was still much faster than an average person.

After a few leaps, he ran out of the street intersection.

Then he saw countless guards and soldiers pouring into the street where the explosions occurred.

"Is the one coming Wu Zhuangyuan Mo Qingkuang?" In the midst of the army, a middle-aged man in heavy armor and a burly stature walked out and asked.

Mo Qingkuang saw his thick eyebrows and big eyes, which resembled Tang Yu and had many similarities.

He cupped his fist and nodded, "I have seen General, I am indeed Mo Qingkuang."

Then, Mo Qingkuang saw the middle-aged general looking at him strangely.

Only then did he realize that he was still carrying a charming little princess on his shoulder and quickly put Han Yan'er down.

Han Yan'er's cheeks were red, and her legs were a bit weak.

Of course, it wasn't because she was scared by the sudden explosion, but because it was the first time she had such an intimate contact with a man, making her blush uncontrollably.

However, knowing that this was not the time for love affairs, she coughed lightly, "Uncle Tang, have you found anything?"

The middle-aged general respectfully bowed and bowed his head, not daring to look up, "Greetings, Your Highness, the General has already led the Imperial Guards to surround the Scholar Street. Regardless of their identity, we will search one by one and not let a single fish slip through the net!"

"That's good, Uncle Tang, you have worked hard." Han Yan'er nodded.

"The princess was frightened by the incident, it was improper for the Imperial Guards to guard, the General deserves death for failing in his duty. This matter is over, the General will take responsibility on his own." The middle-aged general bowed again.

"Uncle Tang, you should hurry up and catch the assassin! Don't stay here to take responsibility." At this time, Gu Hongyi, covered in blood and dirt, also rushed out, looking a bit weak.

"Hongyi, are you alright?"

"It's nothing, Uncle should go busy, don't bother with us young people." Gu Hongyi waved her hand and bowed.

The middle-aged general led his subordinates into Scholar Street, while Mo Qingkuang, Han Yan'er, and Gu Hongyi chose to take a detour and hurry to the inner city of the palace.

As they were on a horseback tour, they had the obligation to report the situation to the palace.

"Fortunately, no one died." Just as the three were about to reach the palace, a sinister voice floated over.

"Be careful!" Mo Qingkuang whispered, raising his hand to signal the two women to stop.

They looked up and saw not far away, a figure draped in black robes leaning on a sword drinking.

"I thought I didn't need to take action, but unexpectedly, this karma cannot be avoided." The black-robed figure spoke lazily, as if Mo Qingkuang and the others were of no concern to him.

Mo Qingkuang looked around. Due to the explosion in Scholar Street, the capital was under martial law, and almost all the common people had retreated into their homes.

A large number of troops surrounded Scholar Street, causing a few areas in the capital to have weak defenses.

The place where Mo Qingkuang and the others were blocked was one of them.

It seemed that the opponent was prepared and chose to strike where the defense was weak. For a while, there should be no reinforcements.

Mo Qingkuang's heart sank, and he asked coldly, "Who are you? I have no grudge with you. Why force us into a life-and-death situation?"

The black-robed figure sneered, "Dead people don't deserve to know my name. Blame yourself for offending someone."

With that, the black-robed figure drew his long sword, fast as lightning, emitting a chilling blue light, and struck directly at Mo Qingkuang.

"External release of true qi! Grandmaster realm!" Mo Qingkuang was shocked and pale. He didn't care whether he could protect Han Yan'er and the others. He utilized his speed to the fullest, desperately avoiding the strike of this Grandmaster.

The Grandmaster realm was different from the Martial Master realm. If Mo Qingkuang's speed was almost unbeatable in the Martial Master realm, mainly because of the limitation of the true qi being attached to the body, which ultimately relied on close combat.

Compared to the Martial Master realm, the Grandmaster realm had the ability to release true qi externally. Although it slightly weakened the attack power, the attack range became longer and the coverage area larger, imposing significant restrictions on Mo Qingkuang's speed.

The black-robed figure stood still, and with such a casual strike, he made Mo Qingkuang quite troubled.

The sword energy fell almost invisibly, and Mo Qingkuang could only rely on his judgment of the changes in the air to dodge the direction of the sword energy.

"Clang!" With a crisp sound, the sword energy that Mo Qingkuang barely avoided cut through the wall of a nearby house, leaving a deep gash several inches deep.

"Huh?" The black-robed figure was somewhat surprised to see that Mo Qingkuang had narrowly avoided this seemingly inevitable strike.

From what he knew, Mo Qingkuang was only a second-rank Martial Master, while he was a second-rank Grandmaster, a difference of an entire major realm. In theory, killing him with a single sword strike should have been as easy as turning his hand over.

Even though Mo Qingkuang was rumored to be extremely fast, it shouldn't have been a problem.

However, he had underestimated Mo Qingkuang. Mo Qingkuang's speed, even in the Grandmaster realm, was quite exceptional.

Coupled with his proficiency in speed and his mastery of airflow, he could detect and dodge the almost imperceptible sword energy.

"I underestimated you!" The black-robed figure's tone sounded a bit more serious. He stood up straight and made a starting stance with both hands holding the sword.

To be honest, this posture was a bit strange. This posture was generally used for wielding a horse-slaying sword or a giant sword.

But he was indeed holding a long sword, making it feel quite strange.

However, Han Yan'er, who was well-informed, recognized the identity of the black-robed figure: "Horse-Slaying Sword, are you Han Meng?"

"Oh, the Ninth Princess is indeed knowledgeable, actually recognizing my identity. Originally, I didn't want to involve you, but since you've exposed my identity, none of you can survive today!"

Horse-Slaying Sword was Han Meng's title. Originally a swordsman, he used to wield a horse-slaying sword, a heavy weapon that swung wildly and had unmatched power.

Most opponents defeated by him were smashed into minced meat by his several-hundred-kilogram horse-slaying sword.

Therefore, he was often

 compared to a butcher with a bloody means.

However, Han Meng himself did not dislike this title. He believed it was due to the weapon, so he switched to using a long sword, but still employed the techniques of the horse-slaying sword.

This could be considered a talent. The fierce techniques of the horse-slaying sword applied to a long sword resulted in slightly reduced ferocity but increased cunningness, allowing him to explore a new path.

Under the long sword, all would be cut down!

He had made a name for himself as the renowned Horse-Slaying Sword, usually making a living by taking on assassination contracts.