I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 431 The Death of Dugu Yifang

"So it was you who Master arranged for you."

Before Nie Feng set off, Xiong Ba told him that there were helpful people in Wushuang City.

Now that Ying Xun is asking him to go together, he naturally assumes that Ying Xun is the one helping him.

But in fact, the person who truly helped him was You Ruo.

Besides You Ruo, the Twelve Assassins of Tianchi also entered Wushuang City yesterday.

Furthermore, the reason why Xiong Ba agreed to let You Ruo follow Ying Xun was to find out who Ying Xun really was.

You Ruo told Ying Xun all of this, but he didn't pay attention to it, nor did he respond to Nie Feng's question. He simply led You Ruo towards the Ming family's direction.

"Duan Lang, are you alright?"

Duan Lang shook his head, instead staring intently at Ying Xun's departing figure.

"Ying Xun, if you don't kill me today, you will definitely regret it."

Ying Xun didn't even turn his head, completely ignoring Duan Lang's unwilling roar.

He is not killing Duan Lang now because of the Duan family's Eclipse Sword Technique, and also because Duan Lang has not angered him.

But things can only happen once, and he will not allow Duan Lang to provoke him again. If Duan Lang provokes him again, he will not give Duan Lang any chance to grow.

"Damn it, you all look down on me. I'll make you pay for this sooner or later."

Enraged, Duan Lang ignored Nie Feng and leaped out of the alley.

In an instant, only Nie Feng and the corpses scattered all over the alley were left.

He first glanced at Ying Xun and You Ruo, who were about to disappear from his sight, and then at Duan Lang's departing figure. Just as he hesitated whether to chase after Duan Lang or Ying Xun and You Ruo, both of them had already disappeared from his sight.

Duan Lang did not leave Wushuang City directly, nor did he go to find Dugu Yifang. Instead, he hid in the shadows, intending to observe how the situation developed first.

On the other side, Ying Xun and You Ruo had not yet arrived at the Ming family when they encountered Dugu Yifang.

"Brother Ying."

"Brother Dugu."

After exchanging greetings, Dugu Yifang smiled and said, "So you're agreeing to my request?"

Ying Xun shook his head: "The condition of being second only to one person and above ten thousand others was also mentioned to me by Xiong Ba. I don't even think much of the World Society. Can Wushuang City compare to the World Society?"

"It seems Brother Ying is determined to oppose me?" Dugu Yi's expression turned cold. He raised his arm, and immediately, fierce-looking disciples of Wushuang City surged out from both sides of the long street, while dozens of archers appeared on the wall, drawing their bows and aiming at Ying Xun.

"Dugu Yifang, you don't actually think these small fry can kill me, do you?" Ying Xun sneered, looking at Dugu Yifang with indifferent eyes, and said leisurely, "I have never liked having arrows pointed at me, so please, all of you, die."

As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced around and his gaze fell on a rock.

"boom!"

The gaze was so intense it was almost tangible; the stone couldn't withstand it and suddenly shattered into tiny fragments.

The pebbles, sharp as ever, seemed to transform into countless forged flying swords, piercing through the void and shooting out in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, screams filled the air as all the Wushuang City disciples who had been aiming their bows at Ying Xun and You Ruo fell to the ground, dead.

Seeing the Wushuang City disciple whose forehead was pierced by broken stones and who died with his eyes wide open, Dugu Yifang's expression changed and he took two steps back.

Those who witnessed this scene were even more horrified.

With just a glance at the stone, the exploding rubble could kill a whole group of Wushuang City disciples.

If he focuses his gaze on someone, will that person still have a chance to survive?
"Hmm? Keen eye?!" The woman in the black mist frowned slightly, a hint of hatred flashing in her eyes. "This is the method of the God of Immortality. What is the relationship between Ying Xun and that guy?"

“According to our investigation, he was born in Yingjia, Anju City, Gyeonggi Province. He became an apprentice of a Taoist priest in his childhood. Although we have not yet found out the identity of that Taoist priest, we can confirm that he has nothing to do with the God of Immortality,” Black Eyes replied.

"It seems there are quite a few reclusive masters in this martial arts world."

Black Eyes nodded: "I'm afraid the Human-Faced Envoy is no match for him. Master, shall we make a move?"

"No need. The Man-Faced Envoy already harbors ulterior motives. We can use Ying Xun and the Ming family to get rid of him."

Just as Hei Tong said, Dugu Yifang was no match for Ying Xun.

Previously, when he went to the World Society, Ying Xun had already figured out Dugu Yifang's strength and weaknesses. Even though his internal strength was slightly inferior, he always had a steady advantage over Dugu Yifang.

Although they cannot defeat Dugu Yifang immediately, it is only a matter of time before Dugu Yifang is defeated.

"Dugu Yifang, prepare to die!"

Just as the two had exchanged about a hundred blows, a furious shout suddenly rang out, and Granny Wushuang arrived with her knife, joining the fray.

Ying Xun alone was already giving Dugu Yifang a hard time, and now with the arrival of Wushuang Laolao, whose martial arts were no less than his, Dugu Yifang naturally found it even more difficult to cope.

Two against one, Dugu Yifang did not last long before Ying Xun cleaved him away with a single sword strike.

"Dugu Yifang, you have lost."

At this moment, seeing that even the Demon Lord had not shown up, Dugu Yifang, who was spitting blood, cursed under his breath. He gave his son Dugu Ming behind him a wink, and then forced himself to remain calm and said, "Ying Xun, you can't kill me? If you Hua family members attack me, you are violating your ancestral teachings."

"Dugu Yifang, have you been beaten senseless? I clearly told you that I am not a member of the Hua family." Ying Xun looked at Dugu Yifang and said with a faint smile, "I know far more than you can imagine. I know your true identity. Even if I were a member of the Hua family, why couldn't I kill you?"

Indeed, the Hua family has ancestral precepts to protect Wushuang City and the Dugu family for generations. But even if Ying Xun is a descendant of the Hua family, he is not protecting this fake Dugu Yifang.

"So that's how it is. You knew all along." Dugu Yifang's expression changed slightly. "However, you still can't kill me."

"Interesting. Why can't I kill you?"

"Why don't you take a look at the city wall?" Dugu Yi's face was ferocious and smug.

Suddenly, everyone noticed that the city walls of Wushuang City were teeming with people, looking like dark, heavy clouds.

On the long stretch of city walls, countless citizens of Wushuang City were being held hostage by Wushuang City disciples with knives. They were all, young and old, men and women, gazing at Ying Xun and their city lord, Dugu Yifang.

Granny Wushuang roared in fury: "Dugu Yifang, you are shameless!"

Dugu Yifang's face grew increasingly ferocious and ugly. He didn't even glance at Granny Wushuang, his eyes fixed on Ying Xun.

"Boy, I don't care if you're a descendant of the Hua family who guards Wushuang City, but I can tell you, if you dare to touch me, the lives of the lowly people on the city wall will be in danger. You should think carefully. There are not only ordinary people there, but also the elderly, children, and pregnant women. Because of your one wrong thought, they will all die and be buried with me."

Dugu Yifang's tone was full of hostility, and no one doubted that he would do it.

For a time, many martial arts practitioners who were watching were discussing it. Some of the young swordsmen who were new to the martial arts world were indignant and, ignoring the advice of their elders, drew their swords.

Dugu Yifang naturally heard their discussion as well, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"A bunch of fools. One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand. To achieve unparalleled hegemony, one must use any means necessary. People like you, with your womanly compassion, will only become stepping stones for others in the future."

After mocking the enraged crowd, Dugu Yifang once again focused his attention on Ying Xun.

“Ying Xun, perhaps you are not a descendant of the Hua family, but you do know the ‘Love of a Fallen City’ technique, and the sword in your hand seems quite extraordinary. If you hand over the manual and the sword, and then leave Wushuang City, I will spare these lowly people; otherwise—”

Ying Xun stood with his sword in hand, his expression calm: "Otherwise, what do you intend to do?"

"Otherwise, the lives of these lowly people will be in danger!"

Dugu Yifang's expression grew increasingly ferocious, revealing a hysterical madness.

Ying Xun's eyes instantly turned cold, making one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Kid, what's your decision?"

"No way, I don't believe you dare." "Fine, fine, then I'll show you whether I dare or not."

Dugu Yifang looked up and roared at the Wushuang City disciples on the city wall, "Push them down!"

At a command, the disciples of Wushuang City on the city wall showed no mercy and pushed the civilians off the city wall, which was several meters high, like dumplings being dropped into boiling water.

With such high walls, even able-bodied men would be seriously injured if they didn't die, and the elderly, weak, women, and children would almost certainly perish.

In an instant, all sorts of exclamations and screams rang out, as if they were still unwilling to believe that Dugu Yifang, the city lord, would actually do such a crazy thing.

Dugu Yifang stared intently at Ying Xun's face, trying to find a trace of panic in it.

Unfortunately, his handsome, almost otherworldly face remained calm and composed, as if he didn't care at all about the people who were about to die or be seriously injured.

At the same time, figures rushed towards the city wall, trying to save the civilians.

Unfortunately, the distance was too far, and there were too many people who had been pushed off the cliff, so it was impossible for them to save them in time.

Just as everyone was worried, Ying Xun made his move, but someone was faster than him.

A strange black mist suddenly appeared below the city wall.

In the blink of an eye, the black mist spread out, and all the people who fell from the city wall were swallowed up by the black mist.

It was as if they had plunged into cotton; everyone was caught by a gentle force, and no one was killed or injured.

Before the people could even react, the black mist vanished as if it had never appeared, just as eerily as it had.

"Bai! Su! Zhen!"

Dugu Yifang was taken aback at first, then gritted his teeth and spat out those three words.

He couldn't think of anyone other than his master, Bai Suzhen, who could save hundreds of people in an instant and that strange black aura.

Ying Xun chuckled: "It seems your master no longer wants you, and your plans have failed."

Dugu Yi's face was terrifyingly cold, and he roared hysterically, "Archers, kill them!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples of Wushuang City on the city wall immediately drew their bows and nocked arrows. The arrows pointed directly at the Wushuang City civilians who had just been pushed off the city wall and were now scattering and fleeing.

In an instant, arrows rained down.

This time, Bai Suzhen did not make a move, but Ying Xun did.

A sword swept across the sky, tearing through space like a rip, swallowing up the overwhelming rain of arrows.

Then, he struck again with his sword, and the sword light shot out from his hand.

This glint of sword light was neither ethereal nor unpredictable; it was simply fast.

Unparalleled speed.

Like lightning tearing through the sky.

No one can describe the speed and power of this sword strike.

It seems to be telling the world that among all martial arts techniques, speed is the only thing that cannot be broken.

This streak of sword light flew to the city wall at an incredible speed, piercing from one side of the city wall to the other at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye.

As the sword light pierced through, a series of explosions rang out from the city wall. Countless heads exploded, turning into headless corpses that fell off the wall like dumplings being dropped into boiling water.

Then, the sword flashed again, and the sword was back in Ying Xun's hand.

Only then did everyone realize that the sword light they had just seen was not sword energy, but the sword in Ying Xun's hand.

This sword looks very ordinary, even less so than the cheap ones you can buy for a few taels of silver in a blacksmith's shop, but the bloody aura emanating from it sends chills down your spine and inspires fear.

"Dugu Yifang, it seems you have no more trump cards left. Now is the time for you to atone for your sins."

Before he finished speaking, Ying Xun had already flashed in front of Dugu Yi.

Dugu Yi's expression changed drastically. Before he could even beg for mercy or make a move, four sharp sword energies severed his tendons in his hands and feet, and he fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a feeling as if one were floating on clouds came over them, and before they knew it, they had arrived on the top of the city wall.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, because you don't owe me anything. I just saw injustice and gave the people of Wushuang City a chance to get revenge."

Ying Xun, holding Dugu Yifang in his arms, smiled and said, "Watch and see how this lowly commoner you speak of takes revenge on you, the high and mighty city lord."

After saying that, he threw Dugu Yifang off the city wall as if he were throwing a rag.

Although Dugu Yifang's tendons in his hands and feet were severed, he still had internal energy to protect him. Relying on his powerful and vigorous protective true energy, he only ended up covered in dust and dirt.

Ying Xun looked down at the terrified people, and spoke with his inner strength, his voice almost echoing throughout the entire Wushuang City.

"Dugu Yifang, as the city lord, has no concern for the people. Under his rule, how are you living in Wushuang City? I don't need to say more. Just now, for his own selfish reasons, he disregarded your lives and was no different from a beast. Now Dugu Yifang is lying here, unable to move even a finger. It is time for you to take revenge. Come on, vent your anger to your heart's content!"

The voice lingered and echoed for a long time, while the crowd below dispersed.

This was the prestige accumulated by the Dugu family over thousands of years. They could only watch the Dugu family with fear and unease, and no one dared to step forward and make a move.

Dugu Yifang lay on the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his face pale.

The instant his body hit the ground, although he used his true energy to protect himself, the sword energy within his body also erupted, shattering his dantian, leaving him a complete cripple.

However, he remained arrogant and haughty in front of the people of Wushuang City.

“You lowly people, I am the Lord of Wushuang City. If you dare to touch me, I will make you wish you were dead.”

Hearing Dugu Yifang's insults and threats, some people became increasingly fearful and uneasy, but many more were filled with anger.

Just as everyone was surrounding Dugu Yifang, a figure descended from the sky, grabbed Dugu Yifang from the ground, and leaped onto the city wall.

The person who arrived was none other than Nie Feng.

“Young Master Ying, Dugu Yifang is a regional overlord, why do you have to insult him like this?”

Ying Xun was taken aback: "You think that my order for the people to kill him is an insult to him?"

"Wouldn't it be an insult to let him die at the hands of a group of unarmed civilians?"

Ying Xun was so angry that he laughed: "You people, you've learned a little martial arts and you think you're different from ordinary people, looking down on common folk. I really have nothing to say to you."

"Young Master Ying, I didn't mean to look down on you..."

"Whether he lives or dies is none of my business. Aren't you going to kill him?" Ying Xun interrupted.

Nie Feng opened his mouth, trying to explain something, but in the end he just sighed.

"Lord Dugu, may you rest in peace!"

After saying that, Nie Feng slapped Dugu Yifang's heart meridian.

Ying Xun raised his hand and swung his sword, severing Dugu Yifang's head. The spurting blood sprayed all over Nie Feng.

"you……"

"Take the head back to you as a token of my satisfaction, and leave the corpse for them to vent their anger." Ying Xun said calmly, not even glancing at Nie Feng. With a flick of his longsword, he threw the headless corpse off the city wall.

Thus, the era of the lone hegemon came to an end.

(End of this chapter)