The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 81 Carrying a gun through the bustling city, taking heads on the battlefield.

Clang! Clang!
The two young soldiers trembled violently, their faces deathly pale, as if they had seen a vengeful ghost. Their hands shook incessantly, and their spears fell from their grasp.

Hong Yuan brought his five fingers together in his left hand and threw a punch.

One of the young fighters' pupils widened as he felt a sharp pain in his face, as if he were being pricked by a thousand fine needles—the force of a powerful punch.

In his last glimpse, he vaguely saw that the punch pushed aside the airflow, and thick blood energy swirled around it. The entire fist grew to the size of a casserole dish and then poured down.

Immediately afterwards, my head shook violently, and then I couldn't feel anything anymore.

Hong Yuan withdrew his hand, watching the man fall dead on the spot with a blank expression. His helmet had been smashed flat by a punch, deeply dented into the top of his skull.

The other person yelled, staggered back two steps, and suddenly flipped over and jumped off the two-zhang-high wall.

He leaped into the air, his body still suspended in mid-air, the crisp sound of flesh being pierced echoing through the air. His terrified and dazed gaze looked down and saw a dark spear tip protruding from his heart.

laugh!
Hong Yuan withdrew his spear. As the young general fell, the others rushed out again, sweeping his spear horizontally. Amidst cries of "father and mother," another twenty-odd people were sent flying.

Hong Yuan leaped down from the wall and landed in the courtyard. Compared to the three or four hundred people guarding the city wall, the majority of the people in the courtyard were the guards.

Immediately, the sounds of clashing swords rang out all around, accompanied by shouts and cries. Generals from the powerful Guo and Hua families roared, "Surround him and kill him!"

The Guo family members, in particular, had bloodshot eyes and flushed faces; they had witnessed Guo Wei being killed.

A robust young general, his face contorted, led a hundred or so spearmen in a charge.

He is the son of Guo Wei.

The murder of his father filled him with intense hatred, leaving him with little capacity for thought.

Behind numerous soldiers, surrounded by hundreds of people, Hua Shouren clenched his fists, cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

Compared to Guo Wei, Hua Shouren was a complete novice when it came to military affairs. His mind was buzzing and his eyes were blank.

More than anything, it was shock and disbelief.

Why are there so many elite soldiers and generals on this wall, yet they not only cannot defeat or even kill the enemy, but they cannot even delay the enemy for a moment?

Hong Yuan was unaware of his thoughts, but he had already seen him in person.

Hua Shouren changed out of his scholar's attire and put on armor. Hong Yuan was not sure of his identity, but since he was surrounded by people protecting him, he must be one of the main figures.

Facing the oncoming horde of soldiers, Hong Yuan advanced instead of retreating, his spear trembling violently as it pierced the air, creating a swirling, rushing current that roared like boiling water.

The waves surge powerfully!
This is the subtle level of power of the Canal Gang, and Hong Yuan was able to use it freely in just a few days.

next moment.

With a single horizontal swing, a sharp, silvery gleam burst forth.

The soldiers who surged forward, regardless of whether they were wearing armor, wielding weapons, or having shields to block their way, were all shattered by this spear, their weapons broke apart, their shields torn apart, and their flesh and blood exploded directly.

Amidst a spray of blood and metal, and fragments of wooden shields flying everywhere, Hong Yuan stepped forward, his surging power crashing down like wave after wave of torrents.

Without any fancy moves, the spear simply slashed and cut, cutting through the waves and quickly tearing a bloody path.

"Come die!"

Guo Wei's son, his eyes bloodshot, thrust his steel spear into Hong Yuan's throat, but a burst of blood swept through, easily knocking the spear away, and the blood quickly engulfed him.

It was only when Hong Yuan sensed the surge of power from the weapon that he raised his spear to defend himself. As for the swords and spears coming at him from all around, he didn't even bother to dodge. He endured the slashes and thrusts, and apart from his torn clothes, he didn't have a single wound on his body.

In movies and TV dramas from my past life, even those who practiced external martial arts and became invulnerable to swords and spears would always have some weaknesses.

But Hong Yuan's strength is comprehensive; there are no weak points, only whether he is willing to hide.

For example, attacking down the three lower routes, even if you know you won't get hurt, still makes you feel uneasy.

This Mingguang Villa was originally a military camp with a very large area. However, no matter how spacious it was, it could not compare to a real battlefield. Therefore, an area quickly became a meat grinder.

One by one, the corpses fell.

Under the bombardment of Hong Yuan's spear, almost all of them suffered broken bones and flying flesh, a truly gruesome sight.

The soldiers at the forefront, those closest to the front, had already begun to scatter. The soldiers on the outer perimeter could not see the battle situation inside, but seeing the blood and flesh splattering and the corpses of their comrades flying everywhere, a sense of panic spread.

Finally, someone couldn't hold on any longer and let out a desperate scream: "Run! Run! He's not human, he's a demon!"

"Demons are killing people!"

With the first person taking the lead, soon a continuous roar could be heard, and soldiers were fleeing in all directions.

The generals from the Guo and Hua families were sweating profusely. They hurriedly tried to kill the fleeing soldiers and suppress the retreat, but the retreat was like a dam collapsing and a flood pouring down. The suppression could only stop it for a while.

"We can't hold them off any longer! Quick, let's go! Protect the patriarch and get out of here first!"

Behind the crowd, a silver-armored general with a thick beard standing next to Hua Shouren suddenly changed his expression and loudly gave orders to his guards.

Hua Shouren trembled, his face deathly pale, muttering to himself, "How could this be? How could we have been defeated so quickly? He was just one person, while we had two thousand elite soldiers!"

The bearded general sighed inwardly.

Both Guo Wei and Hua Shouren overestimated their soldiers. While their weapons were indeed excellent, they had never fought a major battle. Among the young men sent in by the two clans, there were also many incompetent ones who not only harassed their subordinates but also failed to train their soldiers properly.

The three guards of Linjiang Prefecture—the White Scale Guard, the Golden Soup Camp, and the Iron Wall Guard—were all only outwardly impressive; they were far from the elite forces outsiders expected. While others were unaware of their true strength, this bearded general, having served in the army for twenty years, knew it all too well.

There were at least 1,700 or 1,800 soldiers in the villa. The fierce god would only kill one or two out of ten of them. If they were truly elite and fearless, even if they couldn't kill the enemy, they could at least repel them.

There was no point in thinking further. The bearded general, with a resolute look in his eyes, pushed Hua Shouren and said, "Master, run! We'll hold that bastard off."

The push finally brought Hua Shouren back to his senses.

"That's right, I can't die. If I die, the Hua family will be finished. I still have Xiang Rong, and the Xuanbing Sect... Only if I live can the Hua family rise again."

Hua Shouren's thoughts were churning, and she involuntarily took a step back.

The bearded general glared at the several terrified guards and shouted, "What are you all standing there for? There are horses behind us, go and get them, and take the master away!"

The horses were quickly led out. Hua Shouren, who was also skilled in martial arts, was weak at this moment and was helped onto the horse by a guard.

The two rode together on one horse, accompanied by seven or eight guards. They circled around to one side and galloped toward the gate.

At this moment, the city gates had already been opened by the routed soldiers, and many soldiers scattered in agony.

The bearded general waved his hand, and a hundred or so men gathered around him. These were the Hua family's true trusted bodyguards, but even though they were prepared to die, their faces still turned pale.

The bearded general knew he couldn't wait any longer; if he waited any longer, even these men would be terrified. With a wave of his hand, he shouted, "Kill!"

Rumble!
Hong Yuanfang slashed through the crowd before him and saw several riders galloping out. Protecting one of his targets was in the middle. With a deafening roar and the ground trembling, a hundred or so men charged forward.

As Hong Yuan's spear struck the ground, a surge of energy erupted. With a flick of his spear, large slabs of blue bricks on the ground were lifted up and then scattered like arrows under the impact of his spear.

In an instant, he knocked down a group of people. As they screamed in agony, Hong Yuan ignored them and, with a swift movement, charged towards the few riders.

"Stop right there!" The bearded general was terrified and gave chase with all his might.

Under the protection of several guards, Hua Shouren rode out and quickly crossed the long open space in front of Mingguang Villa, entering the Jinmingfang market.

There were no pedestrians on the street, but pairs of eyes were peering out from inside each house, and some of the bolder ones even climbed onto the rooftops to look into the courtyards.

When Mingguang Villa was originally used as a military camp, the buildings were not densely packed and there were no tall pavilions, so it was impossible for anyone to spy on the military camp.

However, the barracks had been abandoned for many years, and there were quite a few three- or four-story taverns and inns in the market. Therefore, from the top, one could vaguely see the fierce battle in the courtyard.

Seeing the city gates open, many soldiers fled, and several riders rushed out in panic. Many people recognized the person in the center as the head of the Hua family, and they were all horrified.

Is it...

Just as the thought was swirling in their minds, a thunderous sound suddenly rang out. Many people quietly opened their doors and windows and saw a figure rushing towards them at lightning speed. Each step covered several meters, and with each landing, the blue bricks on the ground shook violently.

"Quick!" Hua Shouren had just breathed a sigh of relief when he looked back and his heart trembled. He hurriedly urged his horse on, but he only saw Hong Yuan suddenly increase his speed and quickly catch up with the last rider, leaping up.

Whoops!

Like a whirlwind, he flew in, the wind whistling beneath his feet, kicking away the guards on horseback one by one, then passing in front of Hua Shouren and pressing a palm down on the horse's head.

With a thunderous roar, the horse let out a long neigh and fell to the ground.

Hua Shouren and his guards all rolled to the ground. One of the guards sprang up, a short blade flying out of his sleeve. His eyes were bloodshot as he stabbed at Hong Yuan's forehead.

Ding!
The short blade was blocked by his forehead, making a crisp metallic clang. Hong Yuan looked at the guard and said, "Put some effort into it. Haven't you eaten? I can still do it!"

The guard roared, mustered all his strength, and was about to stab out another knife, but instead stabbed directly at Hong Yuan's throat.

Click!

Hong Yuan, though arriving late, reached out and snapped his neck. "I told you not to stab me, and you actually did?"

Immediately, he stepped forward and stomped on Hua Shouren's chest: "Guo family or Hua family? It doesn't matter anymore! You were so quick to agree to the 100,000 tael bounty on me, did you ever think of this day? Do you have any last words?"

Hua Shouren felt an overwhelming sense of regret, not for being enemies, but for not having committed both clans' full strength from the start. If only she could do it all over again…

His expression was a mix of crying and laughing, but his face finally turned into one of utter resentment and ferocity: "The Guo family, and the hard work of my Hua family for more than ten generations, have actually been destroyed by you, you scoundrel."

"But don't be smug. You'll soon experience the same pain we did. You'll be relentlessly hunted down. We'll be waiting for you down there, hehe!"

"These are your last words, nothing new at all!"

Phew!

Hong Yuan pierced Hua Shouren's throat with a single spear thrust, then released the force and twisted it around his neck, causing his head, which remained open in death, to fly up and be impaled on the spear tip.

"Ah!" A heart-wrenching scream rang out from behind. The bearded general, seeing that Hua Shouren was dead, rushed over, raised his steel blade, and slashed down in mid-air.

Hong Yuan leaped up, wielding a gleaming longsword beneath his feet. He tapped the blade with his foot, using the force of the opponent's swing to launch himself forward once more.

"You want it? Here, take it back!"

Hong Yuan flicked his wrist, and Hua Shouren's head fell into the bearded general's arms with a "whoosh." His body landed on the railing of a tavern on the side, and with a light touch, he soared up, accompanied by loud laughter.

"Carrying a gun through the bustling city, taking heads on the battlefield, how exhilarating!"

In the blink of an eye, Hong Yuan leaped onto the top of the spine, touched the ground with his toes, and disappeared.

The bearded general, holding the head of the flower-wielding man, let out a tremendous roar, and finally collapsed to his knees, utterly devastated, weeping uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)