The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 85 The Duel of Two Dragons

The Iron Wall Guard camp, located only a mile or so from the government office, was now in complete chaos.

Fires broke out all around, and thick black smoke billowed up.

The soldiers scattered like headless flies, surrounded by the sounds of clashing swords, shouts of battle, and screams of agony.

This camp is adjacent to the mansions of powerful and wealthy families, most of which belong to the Xiang family's faction. Originally protected by the Iron Wall Guard, the mansions are now filled with a cacophony of noise.

The wealthy and powerful families were unaware of the dramatic changes that had occurred at the Iron Wall Guard. They could only send out spies while ordering their guards to prepare weapons and stand ready for battle.

"Who is causing trouble? Who dares to cause trouble?"

In the Iron Wall Guard camp, Commander Xiang Kun, protected by a hundred or so armored soldiers, brandished his steel sword and shouted repeatedly, his expression somewhat bewildered.

He was also keeping an eye on Mingguang Villa, but he never expected that his own backyard would catch fire. This sudden change caught him completely off guard.

"My lord, Commandant Zhang has killed Commandant Zhou! He has rebelled!"

A general, his armor stained with blood, rushed in to report.

"What?" Xiang Kun's expression changed drastically, and he stared at the sky in disbelief. "How dare Zhang Sanshi? His wealth and status were all given to him by my Xiang family."

Zhang Sanshi was originally a rough and unskilled martial artist, but because of his exceptional skills, he made a name for himself in the city and was valued by the Xiang family, becoming one of their retainers.

For more than a decade, he worked diligently and loyally. He even saved Xiang Kun's life during an assassination attempt, which earned him recognition and entry into the army. He was gradually promoted to the position of captain.

Immediately, Xiang Kun flew into a rage. A dog daring to bite its master was simply going against the heavens.

"Call for help! I want to personally kill this dog..."

Just as Xiang Kunfang was about to give the order, he suddenly felt the ground tremble violently, followed by a series of booming sounds, and then the four camp gates broke open one after another.

Xiang Kun looked up and saw rows of armored soldiers with gleaming scales bursting through the door, wielding their swords and slashing. Many officers rode up on horseback, shouting and forcing the Iron Wall Guard soldiers to surrender.

"White Scale Guards!" Several generals around Xiang Kun exclaimed in surprise, their faces showing expressions as if they had seen a ghost: "Why didn't the scouts on the watchtower give any signals?"

Xiang Kun's eyes were wide with rage, and his body trembled, not from panic or fear, but from the extreme anger rising in his chest.

"Good! Very good! Does the Wei family want to fight the Xiang family to the death?!" Xiang Kun roared.

"My lord, we cannot gather our troops in the short term. The White Scale Guards are numerous and powerful. We will protect you and fight our way out to seek the patriarch's assistance!"

A young soldier quickly said that this person was a member of the Xiang family.

"None of you are leaving!" Suddenly, a cold and resounding voice rang out. Xiang Kun was startled and saw a figure shooting towards him like an arrow from among the chaotic soldiers.

Bang bang bang!
The figure moved with incredible speed, going straight ahead, and all the soldiers it collided with were sent flying, their flesh and blood splattering everywhere.

Xiang Kun's vision blurred, and a tall figure appeared in front of him, one of whose hands was still gripping a person like a dead dog, before slamming him down at his feet.

"This……"

Xiang Kun took several steps back, staring intently at the scene, his eyes filled with shock: "Elder brother!"

The figure on the ground, covered in blood and whose fate was unknown, was none other than Xiang Yuhou, the patriarch of the Xiang family and the head of the prefecture.

Whoops!

A hand as hard as metal suddenly reached out, swift as lightning, piercing the air like a sharp sword.

Xiang Kun felt a chill rush towards him, a powerful terror descending upon him. He was also a martial artist at the entry level, and his body suddenly retreated violently, but the hand seemed to follow him like a shadow. With a 'whoosh,' it swept over, easily gripping Xiang Kun's neck in the next instant. Xiang Kun tried to unleash his power, but the hand trembled slightly, shattering all his bones; how could he possibly gather his qi and blood then?

"Release the Commander!" The group of armored soldiers around him finally reacted, and their steel swords and spears came crashing down.

The tall figure grabbed Xiang Kun with one hand and swung the other horizontally. A series of clanging sounds rang out as all the swords and spears were blocked by this palm strike and then exploded, scattering fragments everywhere.

The man let out a long howl, leaped into the air, and instantly leaped onto the rooftop next to him, shouting fiercely, "Xiang Kun is in my hands..."

The sound shook the military camp. In the chaotic camp, many soldiers looked up in astonishment, all looking towards the roof. They saw a person covered in light, holding their commander in one hand, and then throwing him violently.

It was as if an egg had been thrown, and Xiang Kun shot out, flying more than ten feet before crashing into a thick wall, exploding into a shower of blood.

"Listen up, all Iron Wall Guards! I am Song Yinglong, Master of Crouching Tiger Manor. In this world today, the powerful and wealthy are tyrannical, oppressing the people. The rich feast while the poor freeze to death on the streets. I, Song, have gathered here to fight for the common people..."

"Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!"

After a while, in the original council hall of the Iron Wall Guard, Song Yinglong took the lead, and a hint of joy appeared on his cold and hard face.

Under the shock of his public killing of Xiang Kun, and with the pressure from the White Scale Guards, many Iron Wall Guards soldiers surrendered one after another.

At this moment, figures filed in and stood in front of the hall.

Song Yinglong looked at one of the middle-aged generals with a square face and a serious demeanor, and said with a smile, "Brother Zhang, you have made a great contribution to taking down the Iron Wall Guard in one fell swoop this time. I will not forget your contribution."

This middle-aged general was none other than Zhang Sanshi, the Right Commandant of the Iron Wall Guard. He bowed respectfully and said, "This subordinate dares not take credit. We are all here today thanks to the strategist and all the brothers of the Manor..."

“You’re still calling me Lord of the Manor? From now on, you should be called King.” A woman with alluring eyes said with a smile; it was none other than Miao Yun Niangzi.

"There's no rush to declare ourselves king. We've only captured two of the three Linjiang guards. After a short rest, we'll act decisively and then subdue the Jintang Camp to surrender." Song Yinglong waved his hand.

Mr. Wuhen, who had been wearing the face of 'Old Master Wei', suddenly transformed into a pale-faced man who was inconspicuous in the crowd. He said, "Master, to take down the Golden Soup Camp, we will need your help to deal with one more person."

"Hmm?" Song Yinglong was slightly surprised and looked over with sharp eyes.

Mr. Wuhen didn't keep them in suspense and briefly recounted the matter concerning Hong Yuan, concluding, "While you were making your move, Master, that person also went to Jintang Camp, and I'm afraid he's already taken him down."

Song Yinglong's expression hardened slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Invulnerability to swords and spears... can only be the Gang Body. I didn't expect that in Linjiang Prefecture, besides me, there would actually be someone else who has cultivated the Gang Body? And like me, they have their eyes on Linjiang Prefecture."

Song Yinglong suddenly laughed and stood up: "Great minds think alike! In that case, let's go and meet this person."

The news of the attack on the Linjiang Prefectural Government Office and the clash between the Iron Wall Guard and the White Scale Guard could not be kept secret, especially since Song Yinglong had not tried to hide it at all.

Inside the Jintang Camp.

Hong Yuan also quickly received the astonishing news that Song Yinglong had appeared, captured Prefect Xiang Yuhou, publicly killed Xiang Kun, the commander of the Iron Wall Guard, and that the White Scale Guard, led by the Wei family, had somehow submitted to the other side and suddenly launched an attack on the Iron Wall Guard, seizing both guards in one fell swoop.

"Song Yinglong of Wohu Mountain Villa..."

Hong Yuan muttered to himself. He had heard of this man's reputation before, and even his former dean, Chen Huanshan, had joined this man's ranks.

Hong Yuan had long suspected that Song Yinglong would be one of his colleagues, but he never expected that his initial guess would come true.

While he was making moves against the Guo and Hua families, Song Yinglong also set his sights on the lucrative city of Fucheng, and his ability to quickly seize it clearly indicated that he had been planning this for a long time.

"My lord, Song Yinglong has already led his men towards the southern district!" the scout continued to report.

"Oh? So you've already swallowed the Iron Wall Guards and the White Scale Guards, and you still want to run into me? Coincidentally, I, Hong, have the same idea." Hong Yuan laughed.

(End of this chapter)