Chapter 52: Killing a Martial Arts Grandmaster

At the same time, the Grand Eunuch Sun Changyu stood frozen in place.

Gazing at the terrifying scene of destruction left behind on the long street, his expression was filled with uncertainty and shock. He cried out instinctively

"You've made a breakthrough?"

Hearing this, the driver looked down at the broken hilt in his hand, then looked toward the deep pit in the distance, where the corpses of the two green-clad swordsmen lay, already sliced in half by that single strike.

"I didn't make a breakthrough. That strike shouldn't have been..."

Before the driver could finish his sentence, Li Musheng's lazy voice drifted from behind him

"Remember the feeling of that strike. It will be your only hope in this life to glimpse the realm of the Heavenly Beings."

With that, Li Musheng, who had not moved an inch from his seat in the carriage, gave a faint wave of his hand and said

"Enough. We should continue our journey."

Then, he lowered the carriage curtain, leaned back against his soft pillow, and ceased to pay attention to the matters outside.

Both the driver and Grand Eunuch Sun Changyu were stunned for a moment.

Sun Changyu did not quite understand the meaning behind Li Musheng's words, but the driver seemed to have captured a glimmer of something. Gripping the hilt, he muttered to himself

"The feeling of that strike..."

He pondered Li Musheng's words, trying to grasp that sliver of blade intent released at the moment of the strike. However, perhaps due to insufficient comprehension, it remained elusive, always just out of reach.

Meanwhile, Grand Eunuch Sun Changyu had little time for contemplation. Although the driver's strike had left him profoundly shaken and had instantly slain two powerful green-clad swordsmen, they still had to face the encirclement of the remaining three masters.

With this thought, Sun Changyu turned his head to look at the elderly man in the straw raincoat ahead of the carriage.

But in the next instant, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The Old Man with the Skull-Knocking Bamboo Staff had stopped walking at some unknown point, about ten feet away from the carriage.

Leaning on his bamboo staff amidst the white mist rising from the rain hitting the street, his aged face was fixed in a look of utter shock as he stared toward the rear of the carriage.

Clearly, the Old Man had also been stunned by the driver's strike.

However, that was not the point. The point was that the man was motionless, and a hollow finger hole had appeared in his forehead.

Without a doubt, he was already dead!

Furthermore, he had been killed by a single finger strike without even realizing it, possessing no power to resist from beginning to end.

"This..."

Sun Changyu's fair face was filled with astonishment. He hurriedly turned his gaze toward the rooftops of the shops on either side.

The two masked men in black who had been crouching on the roof ridges were also motionless.

A finger hole had also been left in the center of their foreheads; they had clearly been killed instantly and had been dead for some time.

"What is going on?"

Sun Changyu cried out in alarm. The driver also snapped back to his senses, turning to look at the three others who had long since perished, his eyes filled with strange light.

"No wonder those two men in black never made a move. It turns out they were killed silently long ago."

Having realized this, the driver finally understood something.

He exchanged a glance with Sun Changyu. At this moment, both of them only wanted to know one thing: who exactly was intervening to help them?

Moreover, what was even more terrifying was that the opponent had killed three people silently without them even noticing.

"No, to be precise, all five of them should have been killed by that person."

The driver shook his head. Recalling the circumstances of his strike, his weathered face said

"That strike was not something I could have executed on my own. It must have been a sliver of blade intent that used my strength to manifest. Almost all the martial qi in my body was exhausted by that single strike!"

As he spoke, his gaze shifted toward the carriage beside him.

Seeing this, Sun Changyu did the same.

Both men stared at the carriage in the curtain of rain—or more accurately, they looked through the curtain toward Li Musheng inside.

For a moment, both fell into a silence, their expressions shifting unpredictably.

Just then, Li Musheng's slightly displeased voice drifted from the carriage once more

"How much longer are you going to wait before you move?"

Hearing this, Sun Changyu and the driver exchanged a look, suddenly realizing they still had a mission to fulfill.

Immediately, both were jolted into action, ceasing their idle thoughts.

The driver turned and hurriedly leaped onto the carriage frame, while Sun Changyu quickly scrambled back into the carriage compartment.

"Giddy up!"

Hiding the remaining hilt beneath his seat, the driver let out a loud shout.

Whipping the horses, he drove them forward rapidly, passing over the corpse of the Old Man with the Skull-Knocking Bamboo Staff.

At this moment, they had no heart to care about the corpses of the assassins. To avoid further trouble, they had to reach the headquarters of the Tianjin Guard as quickly as possible.

The wheels rolled on, kicking up splashes of water as they sped down the rain-drenched long street.

Inside the carriage, Grand Eunuch Sun Changyu and Li Musheng sat opposite each other in an extremely heavy silence.

While Li Musheng sipped his tea, contemplating the intricacies of the Life-Death Talisman martial arts, Sun Changyu cast subtle glances toward him, occasionally sizing up this young man who was likely the true Seventh Prince.

After a while, Sun Changyu finally could not suppress the doubt in his heart and was about to speak.

Suddenly, Li Musheng glanced at him and said indifferently

"That's right. I did it all."

The mountain of questions Sun Changyu had intended to ask was instantly choked in his throat.

His expression shifted violently; shock, confusion, and suspicion continuously surfaced on his delicate face.

Ultimately, Sun Changyu let out a heavy breath and said

"Since Young Master Li says so, then this old servant shall take it as truth. If those five had not died, it likely would have been this old servant and the one outside who perished."

"Regardless, this old servant thanks the Young Master for saving our lives."

As he spoke, Sun Changyu bowed deeply toward Li Musheng.

Though in his heart, Sun Changyu knew very well that to execute such a stunning strike, or to silently kill three Martial Grandmasters with a single finger, one would need to be at least a Half-Step Heavenly Being, or even higher.

However, could such a realm truly be attained by a young man of about twenty?

One had to know that martial cultivation relied on tempering oneself and the persistent breathing of true qi; it required years of accumulation to make progress.

Even the fake prince in the Heavenly Prison, who was called a martial genius, had only reached the Half-Step Grandmaster realm at the age of twenty, despite having no shortage of medicinal pills and cultivation techniques.

To be honest, Sun Changyu did not quite believe Li Musheng. In his view, the true actor was likely a hidden martial expert.

The opponent had actually been protecting Li Musheng from the shadows, and the fact that he could survive an attack by five Martial Grandmasters was thanks to Li Musheng's presence.

Therefore, saying Li Musheng had saved his life was not an exaggeration.

"You eunuch, just brew the tea for me."

At that moment, Li Musheng merely glanced at the Grand Eunuch and slowly shook his head.