Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 542 Heavenly Garment in My Arms (11,000 words)

The tree trunk was cut off.

The large tree collapsed and fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The fallen leaves scattered and flew in all directions, like a celestial maiden scattering flowers as they slowly fell from mid-air.

Even Luo Tianyi couldn't help but frown at this sight, but that wasn't enough to stop her. She had already locked onto the fat man, and even though she couldn't see him, it didn't stop her from wielding her long sword.

"Die!"

With a sharp shout, Luo Tianyi transformed into a white blur once more, plunging directly into the dense forest at incredible speed. The blade of her sword tore through the air with a buzzing sound. Just then, the thirteenth brother, who had been cowering behind an obstacle, leaped up. Just as Luo Tianyi thought he was finally about to retaliate, the thirteenth brother suddenly opened his fan-like hands, and in the next instant, a cloud of dust mixed with quicklime powder rained down.

The world was shrouded in a hazy, indistinct darkness.

Luo Tianyi's expression changed slightly. Even as a ninth-rank martial artist, if quicklime got into her eyes, she would definitely not be in good condition. The long sword she had thrust out was forced to retract. With a light flick of her hand, a gust of wind rose in front of her, carrying dust and quicklime powder flying everywhere, drifting to the side.

This is absolutely despicable; only the most vile people in the martial arts world would resort to such methods.

Luo Tianyi's aura lock ultimately failed to last. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the thirteenth prince curled up into a ball on the ground, like a giant ball of flesh. Then the ball of flesh spun rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he had rolled from the side to behind Luo Tianyi.

As soon as he straightened up, he rushed towards Song Yan, who was a few dozen steps away.

Luo Tianyi turned her head slightly. She noticed the thirteenth prince's movements but did not stop him.

Luo Tianyi had already realized her brother-in-law's strength when he forcefully grabbed her; although the fat man was skilled, he was far from enough to kill her brother-in-law.

Perfect, he can be a suitable opponent.

The thirteenth prince moved very quickly.

A distance of several dozen steps was reduced to a dozen steps in just a few breaths.

Realizing that Luo Tianyi was not chasing after him, the thirteenth brother's smile grew even more smug. Just then, he suddenly saw Song Yan, who was not far away, finally raise the stick in his hand, with one end of the stick pointing at his head.

At that moment, the thirteenth prince almost burst out laughing.

This idiot, does he want to smash his head with this stick?
If Song Yan had a sword or a knife, he would have posed some threat. But it was just a stick! Who would have thought that Song Yan, invincible on the battlefield, a veritable god of war, would be so inexperienced when fighting against martial arts masters? It's as if even Heaven doesn't want him to live! If I could capture Song Yan alive and send him to my mother, she would surely praise me!

Thinking this, the thirteenth brother let out a chuckle and sped up again, rushing towards Song Yan like a gust of wind. His fingers were already outstretched, like a fat eagle's claw, ready to lock Song Yan's throat.

Clearly, the thirteenth prince didn't recognize a shotgun, and Song Yan couldn't help but suspect that Kong Nianhan wanted to use him to get rid of all of the Prince of Fu's sons.

Just as the two were within three steps of each other, Song Yan finally pressed down with his finger.

boom!
It was like a thunderclap, startling flocks of birds into flight.

The thirteenth prince's body suddenly stopped in place, his fat head almost shattering on impact.

Blood mixed with brain matter and skull fragments was splattered everywhere.

He didn't even have a chance to be shocked before blood gushed from his neck, his body swayed slightly, and then he collapsed heavily to the ground.

This idiot actually dared to approach me. Doesn't he know that a gun is accurate and fast within seven steps?

The gunshots were loud, but the place was far from where they had set up camp, and the sleeping people were not awakened. However, Luo Yuheng slowly raised her eyelids, and a little doubt appeared in her eyes, but she quickly calmed down. After all, when Song Yan and Luo Tianyi left the camp and went upstream, she saw with her own eyes that Hua Lianyue and Luo Tianxuan followed behind.

With two grandmasters protecting him closely, Song Yan would be perfectly safe unless the sky fell. Thinking this, Luo Yuheng lay down again. Since becoming pregnant, she had been excessively sleepy, especially after nightfall when she felt extremely tired.

This is Yan'er's first child, and nothing can go wrong no matter what.

On the other side, the gunshots came from a location closer to the dam. The six fat men lying on the ground opened their eyes almost simultaneously, their pupils flashing with shrewdness and uncertainty.

"This person was at the eighth rank, and was originally going to make a whetstone for my brother-in-law." Just behind the thirteenth brother's corpse, Luo Tianyi's slightly helpless voice came faintly.

Amidst the billowing dust, Luo Tianyi slowly emerged, glancing regretfully at the corpse on the ground: "Brother-in-law's martial arts cultivation progressed rapidly, but martial arts cultivation requires more than just physical strength and internal energy; experience in combat is also indispensable. It was so difficult to find someone whose strength and realm were just right, but he was killed by my husband..." Seeing Song Yan's gaze upon her, Luo Tianyi finally changed her words: "Uh, he was killed by my brother-in-law. It's truly a pity."

"I can train my combat experience by asking Bu Yu, Yu Shuang, or even you. I can learn it gradually." Song Yan smiled and said, "For an opponent who is ready to take my life, it is naturally more appropriate to just kill him directly."

Luo Tianyi shook her head helplessly. Her brother-in-law's ability in the field of divination was truly terrifying. Just that thing that her brother-in-law called a shotgun could easily kill an eighth-rank martial artist if given to an ordinary person. Even if she were to face it, if the distance were closer, she probably wouldn't have a chance to dodge it.

Suddenly, I felt that all my hard work in spiritual practice was meaningless.

However, Luo Tianyi's heart for martial arts is exceptionally firm.

This feeling existed for only a fleeting moment before being extinguished by Luo Tianyi.

"It's a pity. If this person were still alive, we might be able to pry him open his mouth and find out who he really is," Luo Tianyi continued.

Song Yan didn't think he could get this person to talk, after all, not everyone is as good at interrogation as Granny Liang.

"Don't you think he looks a lot like someone?" Song Yan looked at the headless corpse that lay sprawled on the ground, resembling a small hill, and said.

"Who?"

"Prince Fu".

Luo Tianyi was taken aback.

And you know what? His physique is almost indistinguishable from that of Prince Fu.

Even his face bears a strange resemblance to Prince Fu.

However, judging from her age, she is much younger than Prince Fu. Could she be Prince Fu's son? But isn't Gao Yang Prince Fu's only daughter?
Although Song Yan had a lot of information, Luo Tianyi had never been interested in such things, so she was unaware that Prince Fu might have many biological children.

Luo Tianyi's little brain clearly didn't allow him to think about such complicated things, so he shook his head: "Brother-in-law, what should we do next? Should we continue moving forward?"

“Of course I’m going.” Song Yan looked up at the distance, where he could vaguely make out the outline of the dam. “The people who want to kill me would never be so foolish as to think that a fat man like me could take my life. I’m rather curious about what other tricks they have up their sleeves.”

After speaking, Song Yan took a step and headed towards the dam. Luo Tianyi followed immediately after him without hesitation.

The moonlight shines down.

Two long shadows trailed across the ground.

Song Yan and Luo Tianyi were on their way.

Suddenly, the two stopped in their tracks and looked up to see a row of bulky silhouettes appearing a hundred meters away.

Although their faces were obscured, their builds were strikingly similar to the fat man from before. Most importantly, these people were appearing directly towards the dam. Song Yan let out a deep breath. Could it be that Zhang Han was right after all? Was there really someone lurking near the dam, planning to breach it while he was crossing the river, divert the floodwaters, and take his life?

Song Yan's face was gloomy, and his eyes flashed with a chilling intent under the moonlight.

He had indeed committed such heinous acts, but the floods he caused swept away only Xiongnu people, or Han traitors who had surrendered to the Xiongnu. In Song Yan's eyes, foreigners and traitors alike were all worthy of death. Yet, downstream of the Tongjiang River lived tens of thousands of Ningguo people. To take his own life, he was actually willing to drag so many others down with him…

Generally speaking, in the eyes of the powerful and wealthy in this era, ordinary people are not even as good as pigs, dogs, cattle, or horses.

The group of unusually bloated and obese figures opposite did not stop. They were rapidly approaching this side, and gradually, under the moonlight, their appearances could finally be made clear.

These six people, apart from the age difference, looked remarkably similar to the fat man whose head had been blown off by Song Yan's bullet. Similarly, they also resembled Prince Fu, especially the eldest one, who vaguely resembled Prince Fu himself.

If technology hadn't been so advanced in this era, Song Yan would have even suspected that it was a clone.

If these people are truly all sons of Prince Fu, does that mean Prince Fu's genes are so strong that all his sons are obese? Or is it that Prince Fu consciously raised these sons to be obese, and then used them as his substitutes under special circumstances?
Or perhaps, what other purpose did Prince Fu have that he was unaware of?

The distance is getting closer.

Finally, when the two sides were no more than thirty paces apart, the six obese figures suddenly stopped. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, like machines cut from the same mold and operating according to the same program. Six pairs of eyes, the size of soybeans, first fell on Luo Tianyi, then simultaneously shifted to Song Yan. Immediately afterward, those eyes burst forth with an uncontrollable glint of light. "Song Yan..."

The voices of six people were mixed together.

The eerie tone even made Song Yan's scalp tingle.

"Where's the thirteenth brother?" The second brother, who was in charge, grinned and made a cracking sound.

Song Yan chuckled: "Dead."

The next instant, Huang Douli's eyes widened to the size of peanuts, and the six people's bodies trembled in unison, their fat jiggling and giving off an extremely greasy feeling.

"Are you all sons of the Prince of Fu? Did Kong Nianhan send you? Do you want to breach the dam and drown me with the flood?" Song Yan threw out a series of questions. He didn't even need to hear the answers. Just seeing the six men's eyes suddenly narrow at the mention of Kong Nianhan, he already made his judgment.

The six fat men weren't so kind as to answer Song Yan's question. Their gazes passed over Song Yan and Luo Tianyi, and when they saw that there was no one else behind them, a slight sense of relief seemed to flash in their eyes. The military camp was far away from here, and they were fully confident that they could end the battle before the grandmaster-level expert arrived.

Luo Tianyi was ignored.

Clearly, these six fat men believed that Luo Tianyi alone could not stop them. As long as a grandmaster-level expert did not appear, they were absolutely confident that they could take down Song Yan.

Luo Tianyi instinctively stepped in front of Song Yan, his long sword pointing straight ahead. Six eighth-rank martial artists were definitely a threat, and even with Luo Tianyi's strength, he dared not relax his guard.

The six fat men ignored Luo Tianyi's actions. The second-in-command's face grew increasingly ferocious. Without uttering a single word of nonsense, he roared, "Attack!"

The moment the voice fell, the other five brothers, who were right next to the second brother, moved almost simultaneously. However, instead of rushing towards Song Yan, they quickly hid behind the second brother.

The six fat men looked as if they had turned into a string of round, candied hawthorns.

Although he didn't know what these people wanted to do, Luo Tianyi had an instinctive bad feeling. He didn't dare to linger and leaped up, his sword aimed straight at the brow of the bulky figure at the front. At the same time, the third, sixth, seventh, ninth, and tenth brothers almost simultaneously raised their hands, their palms slamming into the back of the person in front of them with a loud thud.

Right at the very front of the candied hawthorn skewer, the second brother's body suddenly trembled. Then, his drooping flesh began to swell at an unimaginable speed, resembling a round, bulging balloon. This all happened in an incredibly short time. Before Luo Tianyi's longsword even touched the second brother's brow, this strange sphere suddenly raised an arm of astonishing diameter, its right hand lashing out at Luo Tianyi's sword with a whoosh.

laugh.

Five thick, long fingers gripped the sword's edge tightly.

The longsword slid through his palm, producing a strange sound like cutting cowhide.

The next instant, the wrist twisted forcefully, and with a crisp crack, the longsword forged from fine steel was snapped in two.

Even though Luo Tianyi was extremely strong, this scene made her expression change slightly. This was her brother-in-law's ironworks, a precious sword forged using the finest steel and after countless hammerings. Normally, it could cut through gold and jade and chop bones as easily as cutting tofu. How could it be... how could it be captured like this?

Not only did it not leave a single scratch on the fat man's palm, but it was also broken off directly?
Just as Luo Tianyi was alarmed, the fat man seized the opportunity and suddenly raised his other hand, striking Luo Tianyi's chest with a palm. Unable to dodge in time, Luo Tianyi subconsciously raised her small hand and struck it.

boom.

A dull sound.

That was a clash of pure internal forces.

Luo Tianyi trembled, her face flushed red, and then her body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

Song Yan's expression changed slightly. He stomped his feet on the ground and leaped into the air.

In mid-air, the ape's arm stretched out and hooked directly around Luo Tianyi's waist, and then her beautifully shaped back crashed heavily into Song Yan's arms.

Song Yan felt a tremendous force surge through him, making it impossible for him to maintain his balance in mid-air. He landed on the ground, staggering back more than ten steps before finally coming to a stop. He couldn't help but feel horrified. Just how terrifying was that force? He and Luo Tianyi almost couldn't withstand it. Looking at the strange appearance of the six people in front of him, a bizarre thought vaguely surfaced in Song Yan's mind: These six people had concentrated all their power on the leader.

Soon, Luo Tianyi's voice confirmed Song Yan's guess: "Be careful, these six are all eighth-rank martial artists. Under normal circumstances, although they will cause some trouble, they will definitely not lose. However, they seem to be proficient in a combined attack technique that can concentrate everyone's power together..."

“I can hold them off for now.” Blood trickled from the corner of Luo Tianyi’s lips, but she still struggled in Song Yan’s arms, trying to get up again. “You should go back to the camp. Once Sister Lian Yue and the others arrive, everything will be alright.”

This kind of statement carries a sense of powerlessness.

Luo Tianyi has always prided herself on being able to protect Song Yan.

However, when faced with a truly formidable enemy, they still need to rely on the strength of their older sister and Lian Yue.

She's still too weak.

She wanted to become stronger, strong enough to protect her brother-in-law.

"Shh!" Just then, Luo Tianyi heard Song Yan's voice. She looked up and saw that Song Yan's expression was as calm as ever. He noticed her gaze and lowered his eyes: "It's okay, Tianyi, it's okay."

"You can rest here."

With that, Song Yan finally released Luo Tianyi. Holding the shotgun in one hand, he chambered two bullets, and with a flick of his arm, a click was heard as the bullets were loaded.

Turning back to glance at Luo Tianyi, Song Yan smiled:
"I'm here!"

After speaking, he grabbed the gun in one hand and walked towards the six eighth-rank martial artists... Perhaps, this was the Prince of Fu's method? In this way, he concentrated the power of the six eighth-rank martial artists together and unleashed the destructive power of a ninth-rank martial artist?
If Prince Fu were given six ninth-rank martial artists, would they be able to reach the combat power of a Grandmaster through this method?

Becoming a grandmaster is very difficult.

Having master-level combat power for a short time seems to be much easier.

This prince, who was secretly replaced by the Yang family of Langya, is indeed no ordinary man!
Under the moonlight, Song Yan's voice echoed in the girl's ears.

The figure appeared somewhat frail.

A slight stirring appeared in her heart.

With her pearly white teeth gently biting her lower lip, Luo Tianyi's expression was somewhat complicated. She had always been the one protecting her brother-in-law, so why was it suddenly the other way around? But strangely enough, Luo Tianyi didn't dislike the feeling of relying on her brother-in-law like this.

A hint of worry flickered in her eyes. She knew her brother-in-law's strength well; he could hold his own against an ordinary eighth-rank martial artist, and might even be able to turn the tables on someone of a higher rank. But against a ninth-rank martial artist, he could only withstand a few moves at most. Those six bulky people, through some kind of combined attack technique, concentrated all their power into one person, and their immense internal energy was something even she couldn't withstand.

The difference between fighting six eighth-rank martial artists and fighting one martial artist with six times the internal strength of an eighth-rank martial artist is quite significant.

Luo Tianyi didn't want her brother-in-law to be in danger.

But she also understood that her brother-in-law had a stubborn side, and once he made a decision, it was hard to change it. Moreover, her brother-in-law always carried all sorts of strange and unusual things, which might actually be able to turn the tide... If her brother-in-law really couldn't hold on, she would then step in. Her injuries were not enough to kill him.

Thinking this way, Luo Tianyi stopped worrying and silently watched her brother-in-law's back, a slight smile appearing on her lips... Her brother-in-law was trying to show his masculine side in front of her, even though he was two years younger than her.

To show the masculine side?

Perhaps so.

However, no matter what, Song Yan simply couldn't bring himself to let a woman stand guard against a powerful enemy while he himself slipped away.

And even if you're very strong, so what?
Times have changed.

……

at the same time.

Langya.

Yang family.

A middle-aged man with an abnormally obese physique and an extremely gloomy face stood before him, where nearly thirty fat men were gathered.

The quantity is incorrect; seven are missing.

Damn it, that's his medicine!
It's the tonic that will allow him to break through the ninth rank and advance to the Grandmaster level!
(End of this chapter)