My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 107 A deafening roar like a mountain (4k)

Fei Hong Men's headquarters are not located on a high mountain, but in front of a continuous range of mountains, nestled against the mountains and beside the water, with beautiful scenery.

Outside the Fei Hong Men's headquarters, there was an extremely prosperous town.

This town has a population of tens of thousands and is a thriving commercial center. Restaurants, inns, cosmetics shops, weapon shops, cloth shops and all kinds of vendors can be seen everywhere. The streets and alleys are bustling with people, shoulder to shoulder.

The town was so prosperous because it was a place where the disciples of the Flying Hong Sect could do business.

Feihong Sect has thousands of disciples. Although a large number of them are sent to various places to oversee operations or carry out missions, there are still thousands of people who stay in the sect for extended periods. Since so many people cannot just cultivate without eating, drinking, and relieving themselves, they go out to buy things every now and then, and the town naturally prospers.

In addition, a very important reason is that many wealthy families from hundreds of miles around would bring their children to Feihongmen, hoping to have them join the sect and learn martial arts.

Especially recently, Fei Hong Men has been recruiting people on a large scale, and people from all directions have brought their children to the town after hearing the news, making the town even more lively.

Ta da~

The crisp sound of horses' hooves rang out as Huang Tian rode his horse into the town.

The area was bustling and lively, rivaling even Baoqingfang in the county seat.

At the western end of the town, several long lines stretched out, and at the beginning of each line sat dozens of Fei Hong Sect disciples dressed in uniform blue robes.

"Don't rush, what's the rush? Anyone who disrupts the order will be whipped!"

"Stand still, I'll examine your physical constitution."

"Don't rush. As long as your aptitude is good enough, you will be able to join my sect sooner or later. If your aptitude is too poor, there's no use in rushing."

"Well, fifty taels of silver. He can directly join my Fei Hong Sect as a handyman. If he can develop his strength within two months, he can become an outer disciple. If he can't, it depends on his wishes. If he still wants to stay in the sect, he can remain a handyman. If he doesn't want to stay, he can leave."

"Hiss, you've got good potential. Stand over there, yes, to my left, with those people."

"..."

A cacophony of sounds reached my ears.

Huang Tian slowed his horse down and followed the crowd unhurriedly.

Suddenly, a clear voice rang in my ears.

"Is this young man also here for the Flying Fox Sect?"

Huang Tian glanced back.

A young man dressed in white rode on horseback, waving a folding fan. He looked somewhat thin. Behind him sat a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old. The boy's eyes were dark and bright as he gazed at the long line of people recruiting disciples in the distance, eager to try his luck.

"My surname is Zhao, Zhao Changguang." The young man in white was very outgoing. He said with a smile, "This is my younger brother, Zhao Changming, who is fourteen years old. He has loved martial arts since he was a child and has been clamoring to learn martial arts. I really had no choice but to take him to find a master."

Who would have thought he'd complain that the martial arts instructors in the county town weren't skilled enough? After learning from them for a few days, he clamored to leave and join a prestigious sect. Coincidentally, the Flying Hong Sect was recruiting disciples, so I brought him here to try and see if he could become a member.

The young Zhao Changming spoke in a low voice: "The martial arts masters in the county town are not very strong to begin with. Even if they practice martial arts all their lives, they are still only third-rank martial artists."

"If I follow them to learn, I definitely won't learn anything good. Even after decades, I might not surpass them. What's the point of practicing martial arts then?"

A martial artist of the lower three ranks is actually quite a figure in a county, especially a seventh-rank martial artist, who is qualified to be a county magistrate, and is by no means as incompetent as Zhao Changming said.

Zhao Changguang said helplessly, "You are too proud and arrogant. Although I am not proficient in martial arts, I know that practicing martial arts is a slow and steady process. You can forget about becoming a master in a day!"

Zhao Changming didn't take it seriously. "Second brother, you wouldn't even dare to think about it, but I would! Besides, haven't you heard of the deeds of Huang Tian of Zhenwu Guard?"
He learned martial arts for the first time, instantly developing internal strength, reaching the seventh rank within ten days, becoming a seventh-rank martial artist within a month, and achieving the sixth rank in another half month! If he can do it, why can't I?

When he heard that Huang Tian had mentioned himself, he smiled.

Zhao Changguang was both amused and exasperated upon hearing this. "You? Comparing yourself to Huang Tian? You can only say that today. You must never tell outsiders about your wild ideas, lest you be ridiculed."

"Second brother, you don't believe me!" Zhao Changming said unhappily.

"How can I believe you? If you were truly a genius like Huang Tian, ​​you would have trained your guards to the point of mastery long ago. If you had followed their training, you would have mastered your own strength long ago."

"That's because...that's because they didn't explain things clearly, and they didn't teach well!"

Seeing that his younger brother was still stubborn, Zhao Changguang was completely helpless and turned to Huang Tian and said, "Young brother, you are not very old, so you came here alone to become a disciple?"

Huang Tian smiled and said, "I came for the Flying Hong Sect, but not to become its disciple."

"Oh, are you here to do business?"

Zhao Changguang looked Huang Tian up and down and saw that apart from a long box on his back, he didn't have much else on him, so he didn't seem like a businessman.

The horse he was riding, however, was far more magnificent than an ordinary horse. Its height, imposing presence, and the bulging muscles on its body made it clear to him, a man who knew nothing about horses, that it was a prized steed.

"I'm not here to do business, just to pick up a few things," Huang Tian said with a smile.

Seeing that Huang Tian was not going to say anything, Zhao Changguang wisely stopped asking and looked back at his younger brother with worry, "The martial arts master in the county said that your aptitude is average and you will not achieve great things. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to become a disciple of the Flying Goose Sect later."

"Inherent talent is insignificant!" Zhao Changming replied sullenly.

In fact, what he said wasn't wrong, because the so-called "innate talent" doesn't completely represent the quality of martial arts aptitude. Those with good innate talent may not easily develop strength, while those with poor innate talent may develop strength faster. No one can say for sure.

The advantage of having good physical constitution is that they can hone their qi and blood a little faster, and they have more endurance and are more resistant to blows when fighting others. This is why major sects such as Feihong Sect set up a physical constitution test to select disciples.

"Alright, I've prepared fifty taels of silver to send you in as a handyman. If you can't even last two months this time, and you don't develop any strength, then you should give up on the idea of ​​joining a prestigious sect. If you still want to practice martial arts, then you can practice with the guards at home." Zhao Changguang shook his head helplessly.

Zhao Changming stopped talking, but his eyes revealed determination. Whether he could become an outer disciple or had to do menial work first, he was determined to develop his strength as soon as possible!
'I want to be like Huang Tian, ​​making everyone look at me with new eyes!'

Just as Zhao Changming made up his mind, Zhao Changguang tapped his head lightly with his fan, "I almost forgot, may I ask your surname, young brother, and where you come from?"

"His surname is Huang, and he comes from the county town."

"Ah, young man, have you ever met Huang Tian?" Zhao Changguang asked curiously. "He also shares the surname Huang, lives in the same county town, and should be about your age?"

and many more!

He paused, and an utterly absurd thought popped into his head.

He swallowed hard and forced a laugh. "Young man, you don't share the same name as that Huang Tian, ​​do you?"

Zhao Changming also suddenly raised his head, looking at Huang Tian with a look of surprise and doubt.

Yes!

They were both surnamed Huang, both from the county town, and of similar age, and they were riding a magnificent horse that looked quite valuable...

Huang Tian did not answer, but instead said, "You don't need to go and become disciples."

The two men were stunned for a moment. Zhao Changguang asked in confusion, "Brother Huang, what makes you say that?"

"Because today, the Flying Fox Sect is about to be destroyed."

As they spoke, the horses had already passed through the dense crowd and reached the western end of the town, where the Flying Phoenix Sect recruited disciples.

Huang Tian spurred his horse, and the dragon horse neighed before leaping up like an arrow and galloping towards the distant Fei Hong Sect's headquarters. The Fei Hong Sect disciples in charge of "recruitment" turned to look at Huang Tian as he rode away, but didn't pay him any mind, assuming that one of their senior brothers had returned to continue examining the boys' bones.

The Zhao brothers looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Little brother, did you hear what he just said?" Zhao Changguang was stunned.

Zhao Changming took a deep breath, his voice unconsciously rising a little, "He seemed to be saying that the Flying Hong Sect is going to be destroyed today?"

"Shh!"

Zhao Changguang quickly said, "Keep your voice down!"

He grabbed the reins and rode to a secluded spot, then dismounted and stared blankly at the long line of people.

"Second brother, could he really be that Huang Tian?!" Zhao Changming's eyes lit up as he excitedly whispered.

Zhao Changguang pondered for a long time, "It's very likely. His age, surname, origin, demeanor... they all fit perfectly!"

"Should I still go and become an apprentice?"

"What master are we talking about? Let's see how things go today. I have a feeling that something big is about to happen in the Flying Goose Sect!"

The Feihongmen headquarters was about two or three miles away from the town, connected by a flat road.

Riding on horseback, with the wind whipping his face and his black hair dancing wildly, Huang Tian suddenly saw a huge stone tablet with the three large characters "Feihongmen" engraved on it, written with tremendous force.

Beside the stone tablet, dozens of disciples armed with swords patrolled and guarded the area.

"Who is that?"

A disciple in blue noticed Huang Tian galloping towards them on horseback and frowned. "Why aren't you slowing down? What kind of behavior is this, galloping at such a speed?"

Another person shouted, "Who goes there? Rein in your horse and stop immediately!!"

However, the horse's speed did not decrease; instead, it increased. The disciples realized something was wrong and drew their swords. Some even picked up signal arrows, ready to fire them as a warning.

"Senior Brother Fang, it seems like they've come with ill intentions?" A disciple approached Fang He, who was at the head of the group, with a solemn expression.

Fang He gripped the long sword in his hand, gazing at the yellow sky above the dragon horse. He felt a vague sense of familiarity and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

dong dong!

The sound of horses' hooves striking the ground was like the beating of drums, and dust flew up with each hooves.

We're getting closer...

He finally saw what the person looked like.

"Huang Tian?!"

His body trembled as if struck by lightning, and he stood frozen in place, filled with fear.

Ever since his failed attempt to assassinate Huang Tian with Zhang Yu and others, he has developed a deep fear of Huang Tian. Even after returning to his sect, he often has nightmares in which Huang Tian attacks Fei Hong Sect and kills him as well.

I always wake up in a cold sweat.

Now that his nightmare had come true, he froze, as if his soul had left his body, and remained in a daze for a long time.

However, he was stunned, but the rest of the disciples were not. Some of them raised their bows and arrows, shooting arrows with sharp whistles straight into the sky.

Huang Tian didn't care. With a surge of true energy, he deflected the incoming arrows and then his gaze fell on the stunned Fang He.

"Inhale~ Exhale!"

With just a breath, a vast surge of true energy, accompanied by a strong wind, exploded in front of the disciples like cannonballs.

boom! !

Fang He, who was hit first, didn't even have time to scream before he was blasted into a bloody mess by the sonic wave of true energy.

Without paying much attention, he rode his horse past the patrolling disciples who were wailing beside the stone tablet and rushed straight into the camp.

Before them was a huge bluestone plaza, where some disciples were practicing martial arts. Hearing the loud commotion outside, they all looked toward Huang Tian, ​​who had galloped in on horseback.

"Who dares to trespass on my territory?!"

"Enemy attack!!"

"Quickly fire a signal arrow to warn them!"

"..."

Amidst the commotion, Huang Tian suddenly leaped from the back of his galloping horse, like a raptor spreading its giant wings, drawing a sharp arc in mid-air.

The next instant, he landed steadily on a tall stone pillar in the middle of the square, a pillar so large that it would take several people to encircle it.

His figure was as upright as a pine tree. The wind blew from all directions. His gaze was calm. He looked around and his eyes fell on the most magnificent and central building in the continuous cluster of buildings below.

That's the council hall of the Flying Goose Sect!

The main hall is majestic, with its eaves soaring like wings, standing imposingly.

Without saying a word, he decisively drew the Crimson Bright Bow, which blazed like fire, from behind him.

Nocking an arrow!

Draw the string!

The bow is drawn to its fullest extent!

Golden light flowed from his fingertips, and his true energy surged and gathered, radiating a majestic aura as heavy as a mountain, capable of bearing all things. It was as if what he held between his fingers was not an arrow, but an entire mountain!

boom! !

The moment the bowstring snapped, a deep, muffled roar, as if from the depths of the earth, resounded.

A condensed, almost tangible, golden stream of light shot out, piercing the air with a muffled, thunderous roar. The air was forcibly pushed apart, forming a visible shockwave over a hundred feet long!
boom! ! !
Like a dragon of arrows streaking across the sky, the hundreds of Fei Hong Sect disciples watched in horror as it crashed violently into the high dome of the council hall!
The moment the two made contact, the towering dome seemed to be struck by a massive hammer, producing a deafening roar!
Dozens or even hundreds of thick cracks spread to the entire roof of the palace in an instant, and the dome collapsed rapidly downwards!
Boom! !
The massive pillars supporting the main hall, under the immense force that was like a mountain collapsing or a tsunami, let out mournful cries of unbearable strain, breaking and crumbling one after another.

The entire hall collapsed completely, the walls tilted inward, and the huge beams and pillars, carrying thousands of boulders, crashed down with a deafening roar. Layer upon layer of eaves and brackets fell like a torrential rain.

Countless bluestones, rubble, and broken wood were ground and crushed into dust and fragments by this destructive force.

A giant, earth-yellow dragon of smoke and dust roared as it soared into the sky, reaching straight up into the clouds!
The billowing dust blotted out the sun, like a sudden sandstorm that swallowed the entire sky and earth.

The violent tremors spread throughout the entire Feihong Sect's territory. The ground churned like an earth dragon and mountains collapsed, making the disciples on the bluestone plaza unsteady on their feet, as if they were in a dream!
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