The Imperial Guards, like Yama, slaughtered until the Empress cried out for help.

In the dim night, the red fireworks were so eye-catching.

Soon, several disciples of the Shuangjue Sect came to check on the situation.

But before they could see clearly, a blue light flashed through the air, and several heads flew up. Only one disciple holding a torch was still standing, but when a smell came over, he was so scared that he wet his pants.

He ran frantically in the direction he had come from, shouting as he ran.

"Help! Help! The Imperial Guards have escaped!"

The next moment, a violent explosion was heard, and the entire mountain trembled slightly. It was a landmine planted by the Imperial Guards. The fireworks were the signal set by Shen Qing.

As soon as the fireworks went off, the attack on the mountain began.

A deafening battle cry rang out, and if anyone were to observe from afar, they would see a black torrent dotted with crimson rushing toward the only vital passage to the fist peak.

Hongyun Sect Master Su Zhen cleaved open the mountain gate with a single sword strike, his eyes filled with determination. At this point, he had no way out.

He chose to believe his daughter.

Su Zhen roared, "Red Cloud Sect disciples! Follow me and kill!"

Fang Ming, who was on the mountain, twitched his ears. He heard the roar, and the voice sounded familiar to him.

"It's Su Zhen, the sect leader of the Red Cloud Sect! What's he doing here?"

Fang Ming suddenly realized something! Oh no, Shen Qing is here, and Su Zhen is here too, what should we do about the sect leader?

The Twin Sect doesn't just have one mountain. If they only attack this one mountain, the situation will be reversed once the people on the other mountain come down.

But before he could even speak...

A deafening roar echoed through the night sky. In the distance, a massive white tiger was charging toward the summit at an astonishing speed. The next moment, two enormous pillars were smashed into the air – the two-thousand-pound mountain gate of the summit.

Just then, Zhang Shan's voice rang out: "Damn it, slow down! I can't keep up!"

But the white tiger didn't care about any of that; it charged up the mountain with resentment in its heart.

At the west gate of Luoshui City, it was fed the finest beef and mutton every day and was ready to lie down and relax, but today someone suddenly came to tell it that it had to work.

It feels like you've finished get off work, enjoyed a delicious meal at home, and chosen a great movie, only to have your boss tell you you have to work overtime. How could you not feel resentful?

Fang Ming raised an eyebrow. It seemed he had been overthinking things. How could our Lord Shen possibly make a mistake?

Today is destined to be a day of chaotic destruction.

Shen Qing was in charge of the indiscriminate killing, while he was just responsible for the cacophony.

Suddenly, several flames blazed up on Fist Peak, and hundreds of disciples charged out. Leading them was Zhu Heng, one of the leaders of the Twin Absolutes Sect and the leader of Fist Peak.

Zhu Heng frowned as he listened to the deafening shouts and roars of battle.

"Where did all these Imperial Guards come from?"

He also noticed Shen Qing, dressed in silver, alone with a sword.

Without any attempt to conceal themselves, they simply stood in the sect square, quietly watching them.

A hint of ferocity flashed in Zhu Heng's eyes.

"A commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard? Just one person? How dare you be so arrogant?"

He then glanced at Elder Zhang Jin beside him and said, "Let's go. To catch the thief, we must first catch the king. We can use him as leverage to go down the mountain."

Zhang Jin nodded and drew the knife from his hand.

Zhu Heng was the first to charge out, unleashing a powerful aura as he punched Shen Qing with a fierce gust of wind.

"So you're Shen Qing? How dare you challenge our Twin Absolute Sect?"

"You've already chosen the path to your death! Take this!"

Shen Qing's expression remained calm as he uttered a curt "Old dog."

Having said that, he raised his fist and threw a punch, the sound of a dragon and an elephant resounding across the mountain peak, making the ears of the disciples of the Shuangjue Sect ring.

With a loud thud, the two fists collided.

In the blink of an eye, Zhu Heng was sent flying backward, returning in the same direction he had come from, only at a faster speed, while Shen Qing stood still, not even taking a single step back.

Just then, Zhang Jin, wielding a long sword, also rushed forward and thrust the sword at Shen Qing's face.

Zhang Jin gave a cold laugh.

"You savior of the world, Yama! You've given yourself away!"

Shen Qing didn't even look at him, but raised two fingers and steadily caught the longsword.

Zhang Jin's pupils constricted: "How is this possible?"

He exerted all his strength, but the longsword remained motionless; he couldn't pull it out or stab it in.

Shen Qing glanced at him: "For you, there are plenty of impossible things!"

As soon as he finished speaking, domineering true energy surged out from Shen Qing's fingertips, shattering the longsword into dozens of metal fragments. The next moment, with a burst of force from Shen Qing's fingertips, these fragments were absorbed by Shen Qing's true energy.

Shen Qing flicked his finger slightly, and the fragments shot out like hidden weapons. In an instant, Zhang Jin was riddled with holes by these fragments.

The remaining fragments blasted into the charging Shuangjue Sect disciples, causing continuous cries of agony.

Zhang Jin felt as if blood was seeping from his entire body, his pupils filled with utter bewilderment: "How is this possible?"

Shen Qing didn't look at him, and walked past him unhurriedly.

"I told you, there are many things in this world that are impossible for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jin collapsed weakly at Shen Qing's feet.

Zhu Heng also struggled to sit up and let out a roar.

"Brother Jin!"

However, Shen Qing's punch had injured his internal organs, and he couldn't stand up at all.

Shen Qing walked slowly forward, holding the Qinghe River in his hand. With each step he took, the disciples of the Shuangjue Sect took a step back.

Once they pass through the sect square, they will reach the mountain gate, where they can then provide support to the Shuangjue Sect disciples who are being slaughtered by Su Zhen and his men.

But with Shen Qing standing there, they didn't dare to move forward at all.

What a ridiculous thing this is! The once domineering and arrogant Shuangjue Sect is now being cornered and killed in their own home, and there's nothing they can do about it.

Shen Qing's expression remained calm.

"The Shuangjue Sect has plagued Yongning County for decades, causing chaos in Luoshui City, attacking and killing the people of Dawu, abducting women, attacking the Imperial Guards, and harboring traitors from the White Dragon Sect. They are to be punished for all these crimes."

"I, Shen Qing, hereby sentence you to death."