Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 357 The Blood-Soaked Donkey Cart Commences Another Slaughter!
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

"drive!"

"drive!"

A loud shout came from the official road of Shaozhou Prefecture.

With a loud shout, a group of soldiers in bright clothes and on horseback galloped over.

The man clearing the way yelled for pedestrians to get out of the way, and those who were a little slow to move aside were whipped by the rider.

The angry horse galloped away, and pedestrians were unable to dodge in time. Those who were knocked down or trampled by the horse immediately complained, and curses, shouts, and children's cries filled the air.

Those who knew the situation quickly moved aside, calling out to those around them, "Quickly step back, the soldiers are coming!"

Everyone quickly moved aside to clear the middle of the road.

A dozen or so knights led the way, and in the middle came a tall horse. On the horse sat a general, over forty years old, with a ruddy face, thick eyebrows, and piercing eyes, looking around with an air of self-importance.

This man is one of the "Three Masters of the Six Doors," a close advisor to the emperor, a thorn in the side of many ministers, and a traitor whom they have repeatedly requested to be executed but have failed to do so.

Chief of the Palace Guard, Yang Yizhong.

Yang Yizhong was galloping on his horse when he suddenly exclaimed "Eek!"

With a startled cry, he abruptly reined in his galloping horse and shouted, "Halt!"

Then they saw thousands of soldiers behind them stop, winding like a dragon, blocking almost the entire downhill road of Danxia Mountain, indeed in a posture of arresting people.

In the distance, there were several carriages carrying huge cannons, namely the "Xiangyang Cannons". Although these cannons were heavy and inconvenient, they could fire at a distance of about twenty zhang.

This time, however, it was brought in response to Ren Shaoyang's "Divine Sword" Dragon Capture, intending to use long-term tactics to overcome long-term ones and strike from afar.

Yang Yizhong originally planned to set up a battle formation at the foot of Danxia Mountain, force the three villains down, and then execute them with cannon fire.

But halfway there, Yang Yizhong suddenly waved his hand and shouted, "Stop!" His guard stepped forward and asked, "Sir, is there something wrong?"

Yang Yizhong stared intently ahead with his sharp, eagle-like eyes and said in a deep voice, "Did you hear anything?"

"sound?"

The guards on either side looked at each other, puzzled, and then clasped their hands in a fist and replied, "Reporting to your Excellency, we really didn't hear anything."

"Something's wrong!" Yang Yizhong shouted, "They're here!"

coming?

Who is coming?
Suddenly, thick smoke billowed into the sky from between the distant mountains.

Just as they were wondering what was going on, they heard a donkey braying from the east, followed by the rumbling of wheels and the thunderous sound of hooves.

Yang Yizhong felt his blood rushing to his head and almost fell off his horse.

The guards behind him were also taken aback.

"Hoohoo!"

A flash of fire appeared in the distance, followed by a tall, magnificent white donkey pulling a donkey cart, its body spewing flames, hurtling towards them!

A huge, striped tiger followed beside the car, roaring incessantly.

The driver was a young man in white, who vigorously pulled on the reins; a burly man in black robes sat on the roof of the carriage, spitting fire backward with one hand; on each side of the carriage were a man and a woman, the man in his forties, holding a knife and shouting; the girl was about ten years old, also holding a knife and shouting.

The donkey cart seemed to have burst forth from hell, leaving flames raging wherever it passed, its power shaking heaven and earth.

Upon seeing this, Yang Yizhong shouted, "The Three Fiends! The Three Fiends are here! Form ranks! Form ranks!"

Upon seeing this, people rushed forward and stood in front of Yang Yizhong.

They all underestimated the speed of the blood donkey cart.

In the blink of an eye, the blood-red donkey cart had already rushed over. The soldiers were surprised and suspicious when they saw the chilling murderous aura emanating from Ren Shaoyang and his men. They shouted out.

Yang Yizhong shouted, "Fire the arrows!"

The soldiers in the rear drew their bows to their fullest extent, and a deluge of arrows rained down upon them.

Ding An stood on the roof of the car, saw clearly, and raised his hand to the sky, displaying his "romantic" supernatural power.

With a whoosh, the steel hand spun, creating a huge whirlwind that spread outwards as it lifted into the air, forming a massive tornado that deflected the arrows one by one.

Seeing this, Ren Shaoyang took the reins and steered the white donkey, dodging the arrows left and right. When the arrows were about a hundred paces away, he suddenly raised his hand.

The dragon-capturing sword suddenly flew out, and after passing a hundred paces, it transformed into a long sword, piercing the shield of the soldier in front of it, causing the shield to shatter and fly away.

The dragon-capturing technique continued its momentum, piercing through the chest of a general. The man screamed in agony and was pinned to the ground.

That wasn't all. Just as everyone was in shock, the dragon-capturing object pinned to the ground suddenly trembled, and with a whoosh, hundreds of sword blades shot out in all directions!

"Ah~~!"

The soldiers from all sides let out long screams of agony as their shields shattered into countless fragments, flying through the air with a clattering sound, a mixture of flesh and blood.

Seeing how ferocious the divine sword was, Yang Yi was shocked and hurriedly shouted, "Surround it! Surround it!"

Upon hearing this, the iron cavalry behind quickly flanked from both sides, forming a fan-shaped encirclement.

Just then, Ding An suddenly shouted loudly, his voice like thunder. Flames suddenly shot out from his prosthetic hand, and the white donkey felt a powerful push on its back. It stuck out its tongue, its hooves creating a phantom as it suddenly lunged forward.

boom!
The soldiers in front were sent flying more than ten feet away, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

At the same time, the cavalrymen blocking both sides also saw two blades, one white and one red, flying towards them. In an instant, the blade energy surged like giant waves.

From above, the approaching cavalrymen appeared like dandelion seeds scattered by the wind, flying in all directions, men and horses falling, blood raining down.

Liang Dou had never experienced such a frenzied killing before. He felt that with every swing of his sword, his heart and body trembled, and men and horses within a few feet died.

Suddenly, his eardrums vibrated violently, the sound like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting, almost knocking him off the car.

A fat tiger suddenly leaped out from the side, pouncing and biting fiercely, scaring the warhorses so much that they defecated and urinated, throwing the riders off their backs to the ground.

On the other side of the carriage, Hongxiu drew her "Candle Red" sword. With a flick of her wrist, all that could be seen was the flash of a blade and the flickering of blood. In the blink of an eye, a wave of blood rose into the air, and both men and horses were shattered.

The donkey cart had traveled dozens of feet when the knights on her side were all killed, each body torn to pieces, their deaths gruesome.

Suddenly, a thunderous shout came from the front, and soldiers swarmed towards them.

Ding Anyi, standing on the roof of the vehicle, shot out a short chain sword with one hand, raised the Flaming Eagle Blade to the sky with the other, and roared, "If I one day achieve my lofty ambitions, I will dare to laugh at Huang Chao for not being a true man!"

Liang Dou slashed out with his sword a few times and laughed loudly, "Ding'an, you're not Song Jiang, why are you reciting this lousy poem?"

Ding'an slashed and hacked left and right, swinging and hacking, flames roared up, turning the sky and earth blood red, and shouted: "Isn't it great?!"

Liang Dou laughed heartily. At this moment,
It really was—Chu Yuxun riding the somersault cloud.

"This is so awesome!"

Seeing another array of swords and shields ahead, Ding'an leaped forward and thrust out his short sword with all his might. With a loud bang, dozens of sword and shield soldiers were sent flying into the air with screams, as if they were made of paper.

Ding An laughed heartily: "That's enough, why all the nonsense?"

Seeing more soldiers charging towards Ding'an, Ren Shaoyang casually made a move, and with a clatter, the divine sword returned to its sheath, then was unleashed again, the blade lashing wildly, blood flying everywhere, and cavalrymen falling off their horses one after another.

The white donkey was fierce and, having been without a mare to ride for some time, was already depressed. When it encountered such a battle, it became extremely excited, braying loudly and kicking the soldiers, causing them to bleed profusely.

The blood stained the white donkey and the donkey cart red.

The firelight made it look terrifying.

When Yang Yizhong saw the donkey cart rush into the formation, moving as fast as the wind and killing people as easily as cutting grass and pulling wheat, he couldn't help but stare in astonishment.

The bodyguards watched helplessly as they killed people without restraint, the blood staining the donkey cart. They were filled with an unprecedented fear, feeling as if the cart was roaring out of hell!
Suddenly, the "blood donkey" stood up on its own two feet and let out another long howl!
Immediately afterwards, the donkey cart sped up again, like a blood-red shadow, charging forward. Wherever it passed, men and horses fell, and soldiers rose and fell like rag dolls.

It was truly a place ten feet wide where no one could stand!

Liang Dou clung to the left-side car door, his arm aching from hacking and slashing. His excitement subsided, but when he looked up, he saw shadowy figures all around him, and heard shrill screams. His heart pounded with fear.

He felt that this battle was so magical that he had never experienced anything like it in his life. All he could think about was clinging to the carriage and hugging the legs of the passengers.

The blood-red donkey cart charged forward, cutting through the waves like a turquoise sea, unstoppable.

Upon seeing this, the remaining soldiers all cried out in alarm, "Ghosts! Ghosts!"

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him sideways.

Another shout of "Ghosts and gods!" came from the right.

In an instant, the shouts became two, then three, and so on, spreading throughout the crowd.

Several soldiers nearby threw down their weapons, raised their hands, and ran into the woods, crying out, "Gods and spirits! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

On the battlefield, there were still three or four thousand people, but as those people ran away, a mutiny broke out. The cries of "ghosts and gods" grew louder and louder, sweeping through the crowd like a whirlwind.

The soldiers were terrified and shouted as they retreated in all directions, stumbling and falling in disarray.

Yang Yizhong shouted incessantly and drew his knife to kill, but the situation was already hopeless, and he could not stop the collapse from spreading.

These imperial guards of the Song Dynasty were only concerned with running away and dared not fight at all.

All that could be heard was a deafening roar of shouts and screams, and then they fled for their lives through a forest path.

Yang Yizhong roared in anger, but to no avail.

Suddenly, the field fell silent.

The sound of wheels approaching came from ahead, followed by a pungent smell of blood.

Yang Yizhong looked up.

Then the blood-red donkey cart stopped in front of them, and a white-robed young man stood tall, looking down at them indifferently. The three people in the cart were either standing or sitting, exuding a murderous aura.

Yang Yizhong looked around and saw towering cliffs, lush greenery, and white clouds stretching across the sky.

This should have been a good day to go into the mountains to seek enlightenment or to visit friends and go hiking.

Little did he know, it would be the end of his life.

"Kill me!" Yang Yizhong closed his eyes.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at the other person and chuckled, "I've always been curious, haven't many people said to the emperor, 'Please execute Yang Yizhong'?"

Yang Yizhong opened his eyes, looking surprised: "So what if it is?"

"Good!" Ren Shaoyang chuckled. "This time, we really need Lord Yang to do something that will cost you your head."

"What's the matter?"

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "Take us into the palace."

Yang Yizhong's eyes widened in disbelief: "Don't even think about it!"

(End of this chapter)