Sword from the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 153: A Mighty Force Shakes the Nine Rivers!

This Chunzai Building is very large, with several multi-story buildings in the front yard.

Normally, when passing by Gantang Street outside the building, one could hear laughter and playful chatter inside. Today, apart from the pipa tune, not a single other sound could be heard.

As the two stepped over the bluestone steps at the entrance, the madam, Aunt Chun, greeted them with a smile.

She was in her forties, her face covered with thick makeup, her steps were small, and her hips and waist swayed back and forth, exuding a seductive charm.

Aunt Chun appeared enthusiastic, but in reality, she stopped the two of them at just the right moment.

She has already stopped quite a few customers today.

Having seen all sorts of people, he could always tell the status of the guests. At a glance, he knew that the two were extraordinary, and he was unwilling to offend them.

"You two gentlemen have come at an inopportune time; Chun Zai Lou has already been booked out."

Ok?
Wanwan unfolded her landscape folding fan: "Aren't you having a lot of free time?"

Aunt Chun then realized what was happening and looked at her closely. She saw that the girl was pretty, with red lips and white teeth, and her charming eyes and brows were irresistible.

He thought to himself, "How strange!"

How could such a beautiful young lady be frequenting brothels?

So he looked at Zhou Yi beside him with a somewhat misunderstanding in his eyes, as if he had some kind of special fetish.

There are many shady characters in the martial arts world; most of them are here looking for thrills.

"They're already busy as soon as the person arrives."

Aunt Chun's face swelled with makeup as she smiled and responded to Wanwan's comment. Then she turned to look at Zhou Yi, naturally assuming he was the one in charge.

With a slightly helpless smile, he explained:
"Young master, you may not know this, but the guest who booked the entire venue is a very important figure in Jiangnan. Our establishment cannot afford to offend him. If you come again tomorrow, I will leave one of my most popular female entertainers to sing and drink with you."

"Oh? Which one?"

Seeing that Zhou Yi was still persistent, Aunt Chun had no choice but to be frank: "He is the leader of the Iron Cavalry Society."

Ren Shaoming was a tyrant in Jiangnan, and his methods were extremely ruthless.

In any county or prefecture where he is active, no one is afraid of him. Now that he has become friendly with the Chu Emperor, he can do whatever he wants in Jiujiang City.

"Master Ren rarely travels with a large entourage. Even if he desires greatness, he can't possibly book the entire venue."

This was clearly inconsistent with the information Zhou Yi had received, and the madam in front of him nodded upon hearing this.

“Young Master Ren understands Master Ren’s temperament. In the past, when he came to see my Huo Qi, only two or three people showed up, just as you said. This time, however, he invited a group of friends.”

Wanwan was about to speak.

Zhou Yi reached out to stop her: "When will Chairman Ren arrive?"

"At the latest, half an hour."

When the madam heard him ask that question, she assumed that this thrill-seeking young master wanted to take advantage of the spare time to have some sex.

He tried to persuade him to give up this scheme, but to his surprise, he turned and left.

Fortunately, he's someone with good judgment.

The madam stood up at the door and watched them leave the building and head to an inn on the east side of Gantang Street, secretly guessing that they were off having fun.

Although the two men's behavior was strange, she had experienced all sorts of darkness through her work in the flesh trade.

Therefore, he didn't take it seriously and instead shouted at everyone upstairs to get the job done and not to neglect today's distinguished guest.

Zhou Yi went to the inn and booked a superior room facing Chunzailou.

Wanwan pushed open the lattice window and peered out from the window.

Zhou Yi was already sitting in bed meditating and regulating his breathing.

With a large number of Iron Cavalry members arriving, he dared not be careless.

Wanwan would occasionally turn around and stare at him, but when he didn't respond, she wouldn't bother him.

Later, she took the lotus-shaped incense burner off the wooden cabinet, blew on a tinderbox, and lit the incense inside.

A warm fragrance wafted through the air. The little enchantress sat at the wooden table, propping her chin on her hand, glancing at Zhou Yi every now and then, occasionally smiling with pursed lips. Whether she herself was aware of that smile or what she was thinking was unknown.

After the two incense sticks burned out, a loud clatter of horses' hooves approached from afar.

The newcomers were quite high-profile, and their laughter and chatter drowned out the neighing of the horses.

At the front of the Chunzai Tower, among the many burly men, stood an exceptionally imposing figure. On his forehead was tattooed a ferocious blue dragon, about half the size of a palm, hence his bandit nickname "Blue Dragon."

His broad face was covered with freckles, his brow bones were prominent, his eye sockets were deep, his eyebrows were thick, and his narrow, long eyes shone with a fierce light.

This face is quite different from that of people from the Central Plains.

But when he looked around Ren Shaoming, he found that most of the people there looked just like him.

"Senior brother, Chief Ma, this is the place I was talking about. I guarantee you'll be satisfied later."

Ren Shaoming gave a lewd smile.

Behind him stood two powerful figures, the wicked monk and the beautiful nun, but he was speaking to two other people.

One of them was in his thirties, dressed in white as snow, with a slender figure, bright eyes, and an air of domineering arrogance. Yet, a smile seemed to always be on his lips, and he had two golden shields on his back.

It was none other than Qu Ao's first disciple, Chang Shumou.

"I don't mind, as long as we serve Chief Ma well."

The fat, short man next to him chuckled. He had a large belly, a swollen face, and bulging eyes, looking like someone who had indulged in excessive drinking and womanizing.

Magee's eyes narrowed into slits, flashing with an unusual light, revealing not only his profound skill but also his shrewdness and cunning.

"You two are too kind."

He added, "However, doing business in the Central Plains is more difficult than in the Northern Frontier. The Northern Overlord Gang is currently cooperating with Li Mi. If it weren't for Brother Ren's sincere invitation, I would have already gone to Xingyang."

Ren Shaoming said, "Brother Ma, don't worry. In a few days, I will take you to see the Chu Emperor. He is an extraordinary person. After you meet him, you will know the sincerity."

He glanced at Magee but didn't make his point clear.

For a little money and goods, Maji, who does dirty work for various forces in the northern desert, has no reason to come to Jiangnan.

What attracted him was the struggle for supremacy among the heroes of the Central Plains.

Like their Tiele king, Maji and the forces behind him desired vast territories, populations, and resources even more.

If the Sui Dynasty were a unified entity, the tribes of the northern deserts would have had no chance.

Currently, the Central Plains are in chaos, and the Great Khan has taken in two sons, Liang Shidu and Liu Wuzhou, and appointed them as Khans in the Central Plains, thus gaining a piece of the pie.

The other departments were all envious.

Ren Shaoming received the order from the Tiele King to take root in the Central Plains and establish the Iron Cavalry Society. He had been waiting for this moment.

Maggie and Ren Shaoming exchanged a glance, understanding each other perfectly.

"I hope the Chu Emperor is truly the kind of person Brother Ren described."

"Hahaha~!"

Ren Shaoming laughed heartily, turned around, put his arm around Ma Ji's shoulder, and pointed towards Chunzai Building:
“I know Brother Ma has this hobby. There are many beauties from Jiangnan here, more delicate than women from the northern and western regions. Even Yang Guang likes them very much. Today, let Brother Ma have a good taste. If we gain power in the Central Plains, this life will be much more enjoyable than venturing into the desert and grasslands.”

The two laughed heartily as they looked at each other, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Amidst the chaos of war in the Sui Dynasty, this group of people were undoubtedly the happiest.

As the forces from the northern deserts continued to move south and integrate into various regions, they were left unchecked, leading to a period of unbridled prosperity.

Ren Shaoming, Ma Ji, Chang Shumou, and the evil monk Yan Ni, the five top experts, walked in front, followed by the eighteen Iron Guards of the Iron Cavalry Society, all of whom were selected based on the Iron Arrow Guards under the throne of the Tiele King.

In addition to the rest of the Iron Cavalry, there were also dozens of notorious bandits from the northern deserts brought by Maji.

This large group of people walked quickly toward Chunzai Tower.

In Jiujiang City, people living near Gantang Street avoided them like the plague.

Some people originally wanted to go to the Chunzai Tower, but when they saw the Iron Cavalry gang of thugs, they all ran away.

The flamboyant madam trotted up to greet her.

Although she was past her prime, Maggie had a taste for her. Without any hesitation, he scooped her up with both hands and hoisted her onto his shoulders, ignoring her laughter and scolding, and strode upstairs.

This scene was also witnessed by the two people by the window of the inn.

"The one with the meteor hammer at his waist is Ren Shaoming, and the one carrying the double shields is Chang Shumou."

"That Chang Shumou is Qu Ao's most prized disciple. He already possesses eighty percent of Qu Ao's power. He is the only person besides Qu Ao who is proficient in the three great innate techniques of the Seven Revolutions of Raging Waves, the Eightfold Storm, and the Nine Transformations of Condensed Truth."

Wanwan called out the names of the two men and pointed at Changshu Mou.

As expected, Zhou Yi's expression remained unchanged.

"You wait here, I'll be right back."

Ren Shaoming was, after all, in cahoots with Lin Shihong. Within the Yin Gui faction, Lin Shihong's group held considerable influence. He sometimes obeyed and sometimes disobeyed the Empress's orders, but he did not break ties with her.

Zhou Yi naturally didn't want to put her in a difficult position.

"They have a lot of manpower, so you need to be careful."

Wanwan added:

“Lin Shihong has over ten thousand troops in Jiujiang City, and Chunzai Tower is not far from the Jiujiang camp. Ren Shaoming and the Iron Cavalry can recognize your appearance. Once the news spreads, the army will arrive in no time. You need to hurry and get back here. I will take you away.”

Zhou Yi stood by the window, nodded to her, and then quickly went out.

There were Iron Cavalry members guarding outside Chunzai Building, but the guards were lax. They probably didn't expect that someone would be so bold as to break into this dangerous place.

Zhou Yi easily climbed to the top of the building and walked silently on the tiles.

The voices of Ma Ji, Ren Shaoming, and others reached his ears clearly.

Slowly, Zhou Yi frowned.

These people are used to being bandits; burning, killing, and looting are commonplace in their eyes.

The words he said were unbearable to hear.

They also brought the laws of the northern grasslands to the Central Plains. Although they had the wildness to conquer, they had no ability to conquer the Sui Dynasty. They could only take advantage of the chaos to realize their desires.

Zhou Yi rarely caused any disturbances, but a nameless fire suddenly arose within him.

He looked around.

In the center of the second floor of Chunzailou, lanterns hung beside the colorful ribbons that cascaded down. People danced and played music around the area, while a group of people sat around a table laden with delicacies.

They each held a young woman in their arms, constantly teasing her.

"Brother Ma, what do you think of Jiangnan?"

Ren Shaoming was very capable and toasted Ma Ji again.

The notorious bandit from the northern desert had many connections with Maji, and was also involved with two Khans and a major gang in the northern frontier. His reputation was extremely bad, yet he was a special intermediary.

Maggie was fiddling with it in his hand, his shrewd expression turning into a lewd grin.

"Great! I fell in love with Jiangnan on my first trip here. Brother Ren has enjoyed it for so long, it makes me jealous."

Ren Shaoming patted his chest with a bandit-like air: "What's so difficult about that? I'll pick out a territory for Brother Ma. Then you'll be like an emperor, killing anyone who dares to disobey you, and doing whatever you want."

"Brother Ren is so generous!"

Just as Ma Ji was about to raise his glass in thanks, his expression suddenly changed, and he and his uncle, who was standing next to him, looked up together.

With a "click".

Suddenly, the whole rooftop shook, old ash sifted down, and broken tiles and wooden pillars fell.

The experts below flicked their sleeves, creating a strong gust of wind that cleared their vision and protected the feast.

The women in Chunzailou screamed in panic and fled the banquet.

"who is it?!"

Ren Shaoming roared with his inner energy like thunder, and a white figure fell from the sky. Everyone's eardrums rang, and they heard the echo, "Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?"

Ren Shaoming's voice, which was being shouted upwards, was actually suppressed by a surge of true energy.

In the smallest details, one can see the subtle control a person has over their energy.

Maggie raised his swollen head and looked at the white-clad youth standing in the center of the banquet table.

How dare you land among them? Aren't you courting death?

He was about to make a move, but then a look of suspicion crossed his face.

Why didn't Ren Shaoming throw the meteor hammer when he raised it?
Um.?

"It's you~!"

Ren Shaoming's eyes widened, filled with anger and fear.

"Your Tiele king is quite bold, ignoring my words?"

Holding a golden shield, Chang Shumou exuded a powerful aura: "Boy, you've gone too far with your arrogance."

As he spoke, his momentum surged like a raging wave, rising steadily.

The wicked monk Fa Nan puffed out his arms and drew his long sword.

As Yan Ni Changzhen spun around, the "Soul-Stealing Colorful Robe" draped over her body rose slowly like a cloud, revealing her pink arms and exposing her alluring figure. Paired with her bald head, it only added to her bewitching and seductive charm.

The four masters unleashed their true power, which was no small feat.

It's easy to imagine how dangerous it must have been among them, but Magee discovered something astonishing.

The four drew their weapons, but strangely, none of them dared to be the first to make a move.

What is this person's background?
He drew a bloodstained, curved saber, but without making a move, cautiously asked:

"Who is he?"

"Brother Ma, he's that kid from across the river."

Maji held his knife horizontally, and Ren Shaoming's words exploded in his mind: the man who killed the five great archers of Tiele!
“Grand Commander, I am new here and unfamiliar with the place. I have no grudge against you whatsoever.”

Just as he was about to move back, he was immediately locked onto by a surge of murderous intent.

He glanced up and saw the young man wearing a cold, mocking smile.
"You dare to covet the Central Plains?"

"You filthy creatures, you're just a waste of rice if you stay in this world."

Magee's face darkened, and anger welled up within him.

He had never been humiliated like this before.
In a short time, all the irrelevant people in Chun's building retreated far away, and the Iron Cavalry and the big thieves under Maji took the opportunity to surround them.

With hundreds of people facing one person, the crowd exchanged glances and no longer hesitated!

"Kill! Attack together!"

Before Ren Shaoming could finish speaking, he was engulfed by the sound of the banquet table exploding. The pear blossom table transformed into various strange shapes and, under the influence of powerful energy, shot out in all directions centered on Zhou Yi's heel.

The five experts were a step too slow and were forced to defend passively.

Gemiko, who came with Maji, was a well-known figure from the northern Yan region and one of Maji's capable subordinates. He pushed forward fiercely with both hands, but was hit by a piece of broken tabletop the size of half a pot lid, which made his blood rush.

Before I could even regulate my blood and qi, a footstep flashed before my eyes.

The excruciating pain in his chest almost pierced his soul. Before he could even scream, his clothes were blown off his back, and his body was thrown into the air, where he blocked the arrows fired by the Eighteen Iron Guards of the Iron Cavalry.

It then struck two of them, one of the Iron Guards who was slow to draw his bow and was unable to dodge in time.

He was struck by Gomiko's corpse, fell backward, and was then pierced by an arrow that had been embedded in Gomiko's body. The two were impaled together and died in the same place.

At the same time, the five experts also broke free from the broken table and brandished their weapons.

Zhou Yi fell from the banquet table to the ground. Various weapons came crashing down, but they were met with the swirling wind around him, which stole the energy of the five people. The beautiful nun and the evil monk's expressions changed drastically.

The two were from the Yin Gui Sect, so how could they not know the power of the Heavenly Demon?

Upon noticing the spatial fluctuations, he was momentarily thrown into turmoil.

Yan Ni's alluring colorful clothes are a secret technique of her sect. Not only can they be changed in countless ways, but they are also most adept at neutralizing internal energy.

Unexpectedly, the moment he lost his grip, he immediately felt a sense of spatial compression.

The alluring colorful dress was pulled by this spatial force field, losing its agility and thus breaking her transformation.

The next moment, a scorching sword aura rushed towards me.

In her shock, Yan Ni shook her colorful clothes, which swirled and transformed into power.

In her haste, she couldn't possibly dispel the fiery sword energy. Her alluring colorful dress was torn to shreds, and the sword energy pierced through the dress and penetrated her very being. This wicked nun finally met her tragic end.

Magee's men, the Iron Riders, all rushed to the second floor.

Soon, screams of agony rang out.

The railing broke, and people kept falling from the second floor.

Four people attacked in succession, but Zhou Yi could see the flaw at a glance. When he counterattacked, his figure flashed so fast that people could not see clearly. His sword speed was so fast that they could only hear a faint sound of wind. Then they clutched their throats and heart vessels and died.

The moment he draws his sword, someone dies.

The speed of its killing is simply appalling.

Namaji's face turned pale. Over the years in the northern desert, he had done dirty work for various forces and earned a bad reputation, his hands also covered in blood.

But this was the first time he had ever encountered such a scene and such a dangerous person. In the midst of the chaos, Fa Nan found an opportunity and drew his sword close to the ground to sever Zhou Yi's feet.

However, his attack missed, and Zhou Yi stepped on the blade instead.

The evil monk abandoned his knife and rolled away to dodge Zhou Yi's kick. Zhou Yi missed his kick, so he took advantage of the moment to step into the air and use a spinning motion to catch up.

The skill in changing these techniques is so ingenious that it's almost flawless.

The evil monk blocked the air with both hands, and in his horror, he saw a flash of sword shadow, as a sharp blade lightly touched his heart meridian.

A wave of pain swept through his body, and the image of the lewd monk who had brought disaster to the region flashed before his eyes.

One moment he was flirting at the banquet table, the next he was chasing Yanni straight down to hell.

"Kill! Surround him!"

Ren Shaoming shouted in a panic, his heart filled with trepidation.

The monk and nun were his most trusted subordinates, but they died too quickly and decisively.

This guy!

Ren Shaoming gritted his teeth and stared at Zhou Yi, his face fierce but unable to hide his fear.

A group of people surrounded them, shouting and throwing knives from all directions.

Ren Shaoming twirled the meteor hammer in his hand, looking for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

Just then, the entire second-floor wooden floor shook.

Zhou Yi kicked the ground, sending splinters of wood flying, and then used his swirling, powerful leg strike to throw off balance the surrounding enemies.

At this moment, true energy bursts forth, pushing the flow of energy throughout the body backward.

Those palm-sized, oddly shaped pieces of wood instantly transformed into countless hidden weapons, exploding in the air and shaking the surroundings.

Whoosh!

The paper lanterns were smashed to pieces and nailed to the wall like a row of wooden nails.

The dense crowd made it impossible to avoid them. Enemies screamed and fell to the ground all around. More than twenty people fell to the ground at the same time. The second floor was cleared out, and the view in front of us became clear.

Magina's eyes, which had been narrowed to slits, opened completely.

His shrewd calculations, his influence in the various tribes, and his relationship with the Khan were all rendered useless.

In a short time, the first and second floors were filled with corpses.

More than half of the Iron Cavalry members who came here died, and of Maggie's men, almost all of them were dead.

Magee's heart trembled.

He had never been this afraid, not even when he saw the Great Khan Jieli or the Martial Venerable.

He tossed aside the saber in his hand, pulled out the three wooden splinters stuck in his right collarbone, and leaped down to the first floor.

Zhou Yi was faster than him.

With a palm strike that shot out into the air first, Maggie leaped into the air and collided with the force of the palm strike.

"Ouch!"

The fat, short, and swollen-faced bandit from the northern desert let out a miserable scream.

He managed to block some of the palm strike, but still suffered internal injuries and was slammed to the first floor.

A "whoosh" sound came from beside my ear.

Zhou Yi reached out and caught four arrows, then spun them around and threw them back. The four archer guards on the side were pierced by the arrows and fell to the ground.

He pulled out an arrow that had fallen to the ground, pinched it between two fingers, and tossed it lightly, as if playing a game called "throwing arrows into a pot" at a banquet.

Magee screamed again.

He was crawling out when an arrow pierced his right leg.

"Spare me! Grand Commander, spare me!"

Maji wailed, "I dare not set foot in the Central Plains again. If the Grand Commander spares me, I will have all the tribes in the Northern Desert support the Grand Commander's ascension to the throne."

Zhou Yi chuckled lightly, ignoring Ren Shaoming and Chang Shumou behind him: "Didn't you fall in love with Jiangnan? Why don't you want to come anymore?"

"Don't dare, don't dare"

Maji coughed up blood and said, "The Central Plains are a land of outstanding people and abundant resources, not something a lowly person like me can covet. I deserve to die a thousand deaths. I am willing to serve the Grand Commander as his servant and be loyal forever. I beg you to give me a chance to redeem myself through meritorious service."

"You do not deserve."

Zhou Yi reached out, and the saber that Ma Ji had discarded came into his hand.

"Whoosh~!"

The curved saber flew through the air and struck Maji.

Before the thief could finish his sentence, the wicked schemes in his belly began to spill out.

Before Magee died, his eyes, filled with hatred, were also filled with deep regret.

He tilted his head resentfully, his lifeless eyes landing on Aunt Chun, the madam of Chunzailou.

Aunt Chun looked at the young man on the second floor, her whole body trembling.

She recognized him naturally.

This was the young master who had been stopped by him when he came to the door. He had thought the young master was extraordinary, but he never expected him to be such a terrifying being.

He brought his pretty young lady to the brothel for a thrill, but failed. Enraged, he decided to wipe out the Iron Cavalry who had caused the trouble.

The Iron Cavalry were already a vicious group, and now they've encountered someone even more ruthless.

The madam, usually quite shrewd, was now so frightened she couldn't move and her mind went blank.
"Which of you will die first?"

Zhou Yi killed Ma Ji and turned to look at Chang Shumou and Ren Shaoming.

The smile on Changshu Mou's lips vanished. This pride of the new generation of Tiele had lost all his previous arrogance.

Ren Shaoming and Changshu Mou exchanged a glance.

The two rose from the ground, breaking through the top of the multi-story building, intending to escape in different directions.

The golden shield in Changshu Mou's hand gleamed brightly, dazzling the eye.

Zhou Yi moved with the sword and caught up in a few breaths.

When Chang Shumou witnessed his lightness skill, he was horrified and held up the strange shield, which was two feet long, wide at the top and pointed at the bottom, in front of him.

A powerful burst of energy erupted from his body's energy channels, causing the edge of the blade-like shield to gleam with a blinding light.

Above the two shields, true energy spread outwards in waves, bringing with it increasingly stronger gusts of wind.

The wind folded in the air, sharp as sword energy, and grew stronger with each fold, folding eight times in a short period of time!

Changshu Mou should not have been able to activate this innate extraordinary skill so quickly.

But the life-or-death situation prompted him to unleash his potential.

The storm raged and gathered on the two shields, their edges gleaming. He unleashed his true energy, his eyes bloodshot, and with a shout, he pushed out a violent wave of wind.

The strong winds and waves made the tiles on the top of the building flip over and over.

unfortunately
The sword light below showed no signs of weakening; instead, it was like a sharp blade piercing a piece of silk, tearing a huge gash with a ripping sound.

A sharp point on the sword tip pierced through the storm!

"Dang~!"

The moment the shield is blocked by the longsword is not only a contest between weapons, but also a clash between the true energy attached to the weapons.

Changshu Mou's two golden shields shattered countless spears, halberds, and swords.

Even his junior brother, Geng Gehu'er, had his longsword broken by him when they were practicing together.

It is no exaggeration to say that his two golden shields were the strongest shields of the Tiele.

Changshu Mou exerted his strength once again, but felt a chill in his heart.

The energy emanating from the shield is dissipating in all directions.

This means!

"Click!"

The golden shield in his left hand shattered into a shower of golden light, disappearing before Changshu Mou's eyes.

The sword's momentum didn't diminish, and there was another cracking sound.

The golden shield in his right hand was pierced by the longsword and shattered.

Along with the two golden shields, Changshu Mou's heart also shattered.

Emotional heartbreak, and physical heartbreak.

The longsword continued relentlessly, piercing Chang Shumou's heart meridian. When it was pulled out, this first disciple of Qu Ao, the hope for the future of the Tiele, was left with only a sense of emptiness in his heart.

"Qu Ao dared not come himself, but sent his own disciple to his death."

Upon hearing this, Changshu Mou, who was about to catch his breath, bulged his eyes and, with his last breath, shouted:
"The Tiele eagle is just preening its feathers; it will spread its wings again to avenge me."

"That's perfect. Wait for me at the Bridge of Helplessness, and I'll see you and your master off on your journey."

Changshu was so angry that he couldn't say another word.

He fell onto the broken tiles of the roof of Chunzailou.

Zhou Yi leaped forward and chased after Ren Shaoming. The azure dragon had even thrown away its meteor hammer in its attempt to escape.

He ran away frantically, getting further and further away.

Ren Shaoming's lightness skill is even better than his meteor hammer technique.

It even gives the illusion that he was able to escape from Tian Dao's clutches because of this lightness skill.

Unfortunately, after the eldest uncle was murdered, the distance between the two men quickly closed.

Zhou Yi moved as if riding the wind, at an unimaginable speed.

Ren Shaoming turned pale upon hearing the sound of wind breaking behind him.

too fast!
Most of the Tiele tribes were mixed together with the Western Turks. Ren Shaoming followed Qu Ao and met the Tiele king and the Tongyagu of the Western Turks.

Naturally, he was well aware of the legend of General Yun.

No one on the grassland could be faster than Yun Shuai; he had always thought that Yun Shuai was the pinnacle of light-body skills.

But now.
There was one person who made him question whether Yun Shuai was truly the best in light-body skills.

Ren Shaoming felt he had a slim chance of survival and didn't have time to think about it anymore.

He channeled all his power into his feet and ran for his life.

No matter how he tried to escape, the person behind him was closing in every moment. For the first time, he experienced the feelings of those he had previously chased.

An eagle from the grasslands is meant to hunt its prey.

Now, he has become a hare on the ground.

"Dong dong dong~!"

The dull footsteps echoed through Jiujiang City. When Ren Shaoming heard the sound, it was like a drowning man grabbing a huge piece of driftwood.

Saved!
He made a sharp turn and ran towards Xunyang Street.

That was the widest street in Jiujiang, and also the most bustling area in the city.

Shops lined the streets, and traffic flowed busily.

The Jiujiang government office and the Chu Emperor's camp were nearby.

This strange sound was the sound of the army marching.

No matter how skilled the person behind him was, even if he could kill hundreds of people, he couldn't possibly face an army formation and kill ten thousand.

The moment Ren Shaoming stepped onto Xunyang Street, he saw Lin Shihong's army formation.

His imposing figure finally straightened from its hunchback, and his white outer robe and black outfit once again accentuated his dashing physique.

"The Grand Commander of Jianghuai is here! The Grand Commander of Jianghuai is here!"

Ren Shaoming charged toward the army while shouting.

He continuously channeled his inner energy, which is why his voice traveled extremely far.

Along both sides of Xunyang Street, countless eyes turned to the two people chasing and fleeing.

Ren Shaoming was a notorious local scoundrel, and he and Lin Shihong were known as the two tyrants of Jiangnan, so of course they knew each other.

Even if the people chasing him didn't recognize him, they would know who it was when Ren Shaoming shouted.

However, this scene was truly unexpected.

How could that Grand Commander Zhou have entered the city alone to kill the leader of the Iron Cavalry?
Some passersby touched their ears, even thinking they had misheard.

"The Grand Commander of Jianghuai is here!"

Ren Shaoming shouted again, yelling, "Help me kill him! Quickly help me kill him!"

There are a large number of martial arts practitioners on the streets of Xunyang.

If they all join forces and provide full assistance, Ren Shaoming will indeed have a chance to survive.

But apart from a few wicked people like him, no one was willing to help him.

Those wicked people, however, feared the even more wicked Zhou Yi.

So, people on the street dispersed, but no one made a move.

"Be bold!"

General Lai Jing, in the Jiujiang Prefecture camp, roared angrily. He was leading his men to the riverbank to relieve the enemy commander, who was right in front of him. Even without Ren Shaoming, he would still order his army to charge.

"Charge! Kill them all!"

If we can kill this Grand Commander Zhou, His Majesty might be able to make him a king.

Lai Jing was overjoyed, and Ren Shaoming was also ecstatic, rushing towards Lai Jing's army.

There aren't ten thousand people here, but there are two or three thousand, which is enough!
The wind behind him grew stronger, but he dared not turn around.

suddenly
Ren Shaoming saw that General Lai Jing in front of him had raised his bow and arrow.

All eyes were drawn to it from all directions.

Just as he was feeling terrified, Ren Shaoming's neck stiffened, as if he heard a "crack" sound, followed by a strange sensation.

He was still moving forward in his field of vision, but he couldn't feel his own body. Soon, he lost consciousness.

A gasp of surprise erupted from both sides of the street.

A white figure flashed past Ren Shaoming, grabbed his head, dodged several arrows, and rushed to the front of Lai Jing, the vanguard general of the Jiujiang army.

Lai Jing didn't realize that his opponent was so bold, advancing instead of retreating!

Caught off guard, he hastily switched from drawing his bow to thrusting his spear, but missed his target. Then came the blinding flash of the sword.

"Ah~!!"

Lai Jing roared in terror, only to have his head severed by a single sword strike.

"General! General Lai!!"

With their commander killed, the army was thrown into chaos!
However, a volley of arrows still came flying.

This is a risk that ordinary masters would not dare to take. If they manage to block this wave of arrows, the next wave will come one after another, without end.

But Zhou Yi didn't need to shield himself.

He took a step in the air, turned around, and climbed onto the building.

The martial arts practitioners in Jiujiang City were dumbfounded, unable to believe what they were seeing.

First, he seized the head of the Azure Dragon Ren Shaoming, then he broke into the army and took the head of the enemy general, and even stepped through the air as if the arrow formation was nothing.

Come and go as you please, strolling leisurely!

Gazing at the young man in white on the building, the city of Jiujiang was abuzz with excitement.

Just then, a clear voice rang out from the building:
"Ren Shaoming, the leader of the Iron Cavalry Society, was originally a chieftain of the Tiele barbarians. He ruthlessly ravaged the Central Plains and brought disaster to the people of the nine provinces. Now his head is beheaded here to appease his wronged soul."

"Lin Shihong knew the true nature of this villain, yet he still secretly colluded with him in his evil deeds. Such behavior is astounding; he even dared to pretend to be an emperor, a blatant disgrace to the world."

"If he continues to be wicked and harms the region, when I return to Jiujiang, I will surely behead this false Chu emperor and hang his head at the gate."

His voice was calm and steady, yet it stirred the emotions of everyone in Jiujiang City who heard it!
Many people were excited; if they weren't there, they probably would have cheered loudly.

Those who had been bullied by the Iron Cavalry were especially deeply moved.

Zhou Yi tossed the still-bleeding head into the air, then unleashed a powerful palm strike.

Ren Shaoming transformed into a rain of blood; his sinful blood merged with the earth, providing nourishment for the wildflowers and grasses of the following spring. This was the last remaining value of the villain from the northern desert.
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(End of this chapter)