Becoming a god by following the natural order and seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune.

Chapter 92 In my opinion, she is exceptionally beautiful.
The exchange between Chen Sheng and Xu Shenzhi, though seemingly complex and varied in its moves, was actually completed in the blink of an eye, lasting only a few dozen breaths.

When the dust settled, Han Ling'er, who was standing to the side, had not yet fully recovered her senses.

She originally thought that Xu Shenzhi, as the young master of the Xu family and an inner disciple of the Iron Sword Sect, possessed exquisite swordsmanship and wielded a precious weapon, and that his strength was among the best of his generation, enough to make him roam freely in Changshan County.

Even if they don't win, they certainly won't be easily defeated and killed.

However, reality dealt her a heavy blow.

Chen Sheng's arrogance was actually built on such a terrifying foundation of strength. He completely defeated Xu Shenzhi with the flick of his wrist. Such methods were simply terrifying!
Seeing Xu Shenzhi spit out blood and collapse to the ground, Han Ling'er's pupils constricted, and she cried out in alarm:

"Senior Brother Xu!"

Her concern overwhelmed her rational judgment, and she moved to rush forward to check on Xu Shenzhi's injuries and stop the assassins that Chen Sheng might be following closely behind.

Although she had no romantic feelings for Xu Shenzhi, she could not stand by and watch him die on the spot, given their years of camaraderie as fellow students and their childhood friendship.
"Junior sister...don't come any closer!"

Xu Shenzhi, who was crawling on the ground, felt a warmth in his heart when he saw Han Ling'er rushing towards him regardless of her own safety, but he was more terrified.

He had already seen through Chen Sheng's plan—due to their status as disciples of the Iron Sword Sect, Chen Sheng would not easily make trouble, but once they actively got involved in this 'government's suppression of rebels,' it would be tantamount to giving Chen Sheng a handle to use against them.

Having personally witnessed Chen Sheng's strength, he had only one assessment:
Unfathomable!

This small county of Changshan actually harbors such a hidden dragon.

His swordsmanship has returned to simplicity and is almost at the pinnacle of perfection; his physical strength far surpasses that of ordinary martial artists at the Marrow Transformation stage. Even within the Iron Sword Sect at the same level, there are only a handful of people who can rival him.

He understood that with his junior sister's strength, she had no chance against Chen Sheng.

They might even suffer unforeseen consequences.

However, his warning came too late.

The moment Han Ling'er moved, Chen Sheng followed like a ghost, instantly blocking her path.

Seeing Chen Sheng blocking her way, Han Ling'er mistakenly thought he was going to attack her. Terrified, she didn't think twice before her sword was drawn with a sharp clang, transforming into a swift, cold light that pierced straight at Chen Sheng.

A glint flashed in Chen Sheng's eyes. Without dodging or avoiding, the 'Frost-Slaying' treasured sword in his hand emitted a low tremor. Its cold blade light arrived first, carrying an incomparably condensed and domineering force, and fiercely met the attack.

"clang--!"

A piercing metallic clang resounded.

Han Ling'er felt an irresistible force coming from the sword, her tiger's mouth instantly split open, and the high-quality longsword in her hand broke in two.

"not good!"

Han Ling'er was shocked and realized the huge gap in strength between herself and Chen Sheng. Without hesitation, she tried to retreat and create distance.

However, now that Chen Sheng has made his move, how could he allow her to escape so easily?

After all, this was something he had planned long ago.

It was like a leech clinging to the bone; with a single step, his figure was already close behind, so fast that only a blur remained.

"Commander Chen, take charge."

Han Ling'er's face turned pale. She wanted to explain, but at the same time, she subconsciously gathered her strength in her palms and held them in front of her to try to defend herself.

Unfortunately, her resistance was as fragile as paper in front of Chen Sheng.

Chen Sheng only used one palm strike, seemingly casually, but the moment they made contact, the immense power contained within his palm suddenly erupted.

"Oh!"

Han Ling'er's protective energy dissipated instantly like bubbles, and she felt as if she had been hit hard, her blood and qi churning.

The next moment, a large, strong hand with a pale golden sheen gripped her slender neck with the precision of an iron clamp, lifting her off the ground.

"Uh-huh."

The feeling of suffocation instantly overwhelmed Han Ling'er, causing her face to turn from white to red. She instinctively kicked her legs violently, trying to break free.

"If you dare to make another move, I'll send you to your death immediately."

Chen Sheng's deep, cold voice rang out, devoid of any emotion.

The fleeting, palpable killing intent in his eyes pierced Han Ling'er's soul like an ice pick, instantly freezing her in place. She dared not make any further movements, only staring at Chen Sheng with terror on her face.

Chen Sheng was as hard-hearted as iron and had never shown any mercy to women. He spared Han Ling'er's life not because of her outstanding appearance, but simply because she was an important bargaining chip for him to force Xu Shenzhi to submit.

"Commander Chen, I... I had no intention of making a move."

Feeling the pressure on her neck ease slightly, Han Ling'er quickly seized the opportunity, explaining in a hoarse voice, her eyes filled with fear.

"If you had no intention of attacking, why did you step forward?"

Chen Sheng snorted coldly, his tone indifferent: "Previously, out of respect for the Iron Sword Sect, I intended to let you leave on your own. However, you have courted your own death, daring to obstruct the government's investigation and attack an official of the imperial court!"

"Han Ling'er, do you know what your crime is?!"

Meanwhile, the fighting inside the Huang family mansion continued.

No, to be more precise, it was a one-sided massacre.

The Huang family's foundation is indeed profound, even surpassing that of the Gao family.

However, with hundreds of elite soldiers from the military camp forming a fierce battle formation and attacking together, coupled with the full support of the Yang family, the Huang family's so-called powerful foundation proved utterly ineffective.

The most eye-catching battles, besides those on Chen Sheng's side, included the fight between Huang Ke and Yang Yi, as well as the fierce battle between Huang's great-uncle and Li Huaisheng and another elder of the Yang family.

If the patriarch Huang Dongchun still has the strength to fight, he might be able to contend with Yang Yi.

Unfortunately, Huang Dongchun had already lost the use of both arms and had fallen unconscious.

Although Elder Huang Ke was also at the Marrow Transformation Realm, his strength was clearly inferior to that of the experienced Yang Yi. After only a short exchange, he was already on the defensive and at a complete disadvantage, and his defeat was only a matter of time.

The Huang family's grand-uncle displayed astonishing decisiveness, unleashing formidable combat power in a short time by burning his already dwindling life force, managing to fight Li Huaisheng and the other man to a standstill, and even gaining a slight advantage.

However, it's clear to anyone with eyes to see that this is nothing more than a last gasp before the flames die out.

He is old and frail. If he forcibly stimulates his potential and fails to win quickly, his life will end once his energy and blood fail.

The Huang family's overall situation has collapsed.

As far as the eye could see, soldiers of the military battalion were wielding their butcher knives, mercilessly reaping the lives of Huang family members. Huang Ke's eyes were bloodshot with rage, but he was powerless to intervene and could only let out a furious roar of resentment.

"Pfft——!"

There was a dull sound as a sharp blade entered the flesh.

In his turmoil, Huang Ke revealed a fatal flaw, which Yang Yi seized the opportunity to pierce through his chest and abdomen with a sword.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Yi showed no mercy, delivering a palm strike with all his might, which landed squarely on Huang Ke's chest.

The powerful and domineering force penetrated the body, instantly destroying its internal organs.

"puff--!"

Huang Ke coughed up blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his body flying backward like a broken sack, crashing heavily to the ground. He twitched twice and then fell silent.

"Huang Ke!!!"

Huang's great-uncle, who was locked in combat with Li Huaisheng, caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye. His heart trembled, and he cried out in grief. He was frantic, wanting to break free of his opponent to rush to their aid, but he was in dire straits himself. In that moment of distraction, he took a heavy blow from the Yang family elder, coughing up blood.

Using the force of the impact, Huang's great-uncle disregarded his own injuries and suddenly turned around, fixing his blood-red eyes, filled with endless resentment and despair, on Chen Sheng.

The calamity that befell the Huang family today all stemmed from this scoundrel.

Since the destruction of the Huang family is a foregone conclusion, let's drag this culprit down with us and make him pay the price for the Huang family's demise!
"Ho... Ah!!!"

The Huang family's great-uncle let out a roar that seemed to come from the deepest hell, igniting all the remaining blood and vitality in his body, transforming into a resolute crimson meteor that rushed towards Chen Sheng without regard for anything else!

He was already prepared to perish together with his opponent.

"How dare you!" Li Huaisheng roared, trying to stop him.

However, at this moment, Huang's great-uncle was like a madman, and he actually managed to shake off Li Huaisheng with a fierce aura, and his speed increased instead of decreased.

Chen Sheng coldly watched this desperate attack, his gaze shifting slightly.

The next moment, his right hand holding the knife suddenly trembled.

"call out--!"

The 'Frost-Slaying' treasured blade transformed into a deadly streak of light, flying out of his hand with a piercing shriek that tore through the air, hurtling straight toward Huang's great-uncle with the force of a thunderbolt.

"Oh!"

Huang's great-uncle did not dodge or evade, but merely turned slightly to the side, allowing the incomparably sharp blade to embed itself deeply into his shoulder blade, almost splitting half of his body open, with blood gushing out like a spring.

Even so, his momentum did not diminish in the slightest.

Using this intense momentum, he concentrated all his life's skills into his only intact right palm, which was as red as a branding iron, and with a death wish that burned everything, he slammed it toward Chen Sheng's face.

Such trivial skills, how dare you presume to teach others?!

A cold glint flashed in Chen Sheng's eyes.

His left hand still firmly restrained Han Ling'er, his right foot shattered the blue bricks beneath his feet, his waist and stance became one, his right fist clenched tightly, a pale golden light instantly covering his entire arm, a terrifying power brewing and erupting within it.

"Bang—!!!!"

Fist and palm collided fiercely once more! A dull, booming sound, like a giant hammer striking a drum, was produced.

A violent burst of energy exploded from the two of them, stirring up dust everywhere, making Chen Sheng's official robes flutter and his hair fly.

The two of them froze for a moment, as if time had stood still.

However, in the next instant—

“Crack! Crack! Crack—!”

A series of teeth-grinding, incredibly dense sounds of bones cracking rang out from Huang's great-uncle's right arm, like popping beans.

His arm, which had been imbued with his life's work and was as red as iron, began to break apart inch by inch, starting from his fingertips, and became twisted and deformed.

Huang's great-uncle's eyes were filled with extreme astonishment and disbelief, as if he could not understand why his life-burning attack was so vulnerable.
"Bang!!!"

Finally, his broken body could no longer hold on and he collapsed to the ground.

His eyes were wide open, staring intently at Chen Sheng, and his breath ceased.

Don't rest your eyes!

For a moment, everything seemed to fall silent.

Countless gazes, filled with awe, fear, and shock, focused on the proud figure in the black official robe.

Having had Chen Sheng's hand gripping her throat and personally experienced that earth-shattering punch, Han Ling'er trembled violently, her beautiful eyes filled with boundless fear. Chen Sheng's strength had left an indelible and terrifying mark on her heart.

Chen Sheng glanced indifferently at the corpse of Huang family's patriarch at his feet, then his cold gaze turned to Han Ling'er, who was trembling in his hands.

With just one glance, Han Ling'er felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her heart and soul shattered.

"Chen Sheng, let Ling'er go!!"

Amidst the ruins, Xu Shenzhi struggled to prop himself up on one side, witnessing firsthand the tragic death of his maternal grandfather and the subjugation of his junior sister. His eyes widened in fury, and he roared in a hoarse voice.

While he was heartbroken by his maternal grandfather's death, he was even more terrified of Han Ling'er's safety. Seeing Chen Sheng's ruthless actions, he was truly afraid that he would snap that snow-white neck at any moment.

"This time, it was Ling'er's recklessness that offended Commander Chen. I beg Commander Chen to show mercy." Han Ling'er's voice trembled, pleading with a sob in her voice, thinking that Chen Sheng would take her life at any moment.

“I gave you the chance to leave before, but you didn’t seize it.”

Chen Sheng smiled calmly, but in Han Ling'er's eyes, that smile was more terrifying than a demon. He glanced at Xu Shenzhi and said, "Don't you think it's a little too late to beg for mercy now?"

"Chen Sheng, it was I, Xu Shenzhi, who attacked you. It has nothing to do with Ling'er! She was only worried about me. Release her immediately! If you have any tricks up your sleeve, come at me, Xu Shenzhi!!"

Xu Shenzhi roared, trying to muster his remaining strength to pick up the sword beside him.

"For you?"

A hint of undisguised contempt flashed in Chen Sheng's eyes: "You think you're worthy?"

Xu Shenzhi's face was ashen, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty. Finally, he gritted his teeth and threatened:

"Ling'er is an inner disciple carefully cultivated by the Iron Sword Sect. If you dare to harm her in the slightest, the Iron Sword Sect will never let it go, and my Xu family will also use all its strength to fight you to the death."

At that time, even the government might not be able to protect you!

"Really?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Sheng laughed contemptuously: "I am indeed somewhat afraid."

The laughter stopped abruptly, and his tone turned icy, carrying a chilling edge:
"But I really want to see how your Xu family, who are locked in a life-or-death struggle with me, can do anything to the Iron Sword Sect!"

Before he finished speaking, his gaze returned to Han Ling'er's terrified face, his voice low but undeniable:

"Shut up if you don't want to die."

Having said that, he ignored Xu Shenzhi, who seemed to be going crazy, grabbed Han Ling'er, and turned to walk towards the inner hall of the Huang family.

"Chen Sheng, what are you doing?! Let her go!!"

Xu Shenzhi took a deep breath, wanting to rush forward, but several cold longswords were already at his neck in an instant. The sharp blades were pressed against his skin, emanating a chilling aura of death, which made his whole body stiffen, and he dared not move an inch.

Chen Sheng didn't stop walking, nor did he turn his head, leaving behind only a profound question that instantly froze Xu Shenzhi's blood:

What do you think, Young Master Xu?

He paused, a chilling hint of amusement in his voice:

"I find Miss Han to be exceptionally beautiful."

Xu Shenzhi's pupils shrank instantly, his face flushed red, his eyes filled with shock and anger, and he roared out a single word.

"grass!"

Chen Sheng suddenly stopped and glanced at him:
"Okay, then so be it."

(End of this chapter)