In this chaotic world of martial arts, I'll become a god by adding skill points!

Chapter 82 Clearing

"Isn't that Junior Brother Wang Anping? Why is he carrying Chief Fei's corpse?"

"Yes, Chief Fei was a master at the mid-stage of the Transformation Realm, how could he be dead?"

How did my junior brother end up touching his corpse?

"Senior Brother Wang usually trains diligently at the martial arts school, and his cultivation level is only at the Dark Force level."

How dare he carry Chief Fei's corpse here alone? That's too abnormal!

A murmur of discussion arose as several of Fei Hong's close associates saw Fei Hong's body.

He instinctively gripped his weapon, wanting to step forward to stop them, but was stopped by the disciples of the Chen Family Martial Arts School, after all, Wang Anping was Chen Chaoming's personal disciple.

No one dared to make a move against him; they could only stare at him intently, their eyes filled with doubt.

Wang Anping paid no attention to this, keeping his gaze straight ahead, ignoring all the stares and discussions around him, and walked straight to the entrance of the Chen Family Martial Arts School.

The previous fighting was long gone, leaving only a scene of devastation, with large patches of undried blood still on the ground.

Chen Chaoming sat cross-legged, clutching the wound on his chest. His face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was disordered.

There were still traces of blood on the corners of his mouth, indicating that the injury was quite serious.

His brother-in-law and the rogue cultivators around him were also covered in injuries and exhausted.

He was leaning against the side, trying to catch his breath, his clothes stained with blood, and his expression was listless.

Opposite them, Chen Zhiyang held a long sword, his figure swaying slightly, his aura fluctuating in strength.

Just then, Wang Anping, carrying Fei Hong's body, slowly walked to the center of the battlefield and stopped.

They gently tossed Fei Hong's body to the ground with a muffled thud.

The sound of the body hitting the ground shattered the deathly silence, and all eyes instantly turned to him.

Chen Chaoming was the first to come to his senses, seeing Fei Hong's body on the ground, and then seeing Wang Anping in front of him.

A look of disbelief and astonishment flashed in his eyes as he struggled to stand up straight, clutching the wound on his chest.

His voice was hoarse and weak, yet it carried a master's concern for his disciple and a hint of authority: "Anping? What brings you here? Why are you carrying Fei Hong's body?"

He—how could he be dead? Are you hurt?

"I didn't leave the city. I've been practicing martial arts in the courtyard all day, and then I heard the sounds of fighting next door, and then..."

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Wang Anping calmly recounted everything he had heard, leaving those standing nearby speechless with astonishment—those who were unaware of the situation.

Chen Chaoming's face remained calm.

After hearing Wang Anping say that, he thought for a moment, then feigned a surprised expression.

"This... I never thought Fei Hong was this kind of person, but since he's already been killed, there's no need to mention him again."

I'll take over Zhenyuan County now. It's a success. Now that you're here, help your senior brother quell the unrest in the outer city.

Chen Chaoming changed the subject, saying that since Fei Hong was dead, he should take over the entire Zhenyuan County.

The rebellion has now succeeded, and we must quickly issue orders to take control of the entire city.

After saying this, he turned to look at Fei Tianyang and the other disciples at the Dark Force and Bright Force levels who were standing to the side: "Go and confiscate the other major families and martial arts schools in the county, and take all the gold and silver treasures!"

If you encounter a strong enemy, do not charge; simply return and report!

"Yes!" Fei Tianyang and the others were also injured, but not seriously, since they were not the main force in this battle.

Upon hearing Chen Chaoyang's words, Wang Anping initially wanted to refuse, but then he remembered that he lived in the outer city.

There were indeed riots in many places when we arrived, but we had to go back anyway, so it didn't matter if we did something casually.

"Okay, let's go, senior brother." He nodded and looked at Chen Zhiyang beside him.

"Alright, you guys come with us." Chen Zhiyang called out to the inner court disciples beside him, and he and Wang Anping headed towards the outer city.

The two stepped out of the Chen Family Martial Arts School one after the other. As soon as they arrived in the outer city, the wind carrying the smell of smoke and blood rushed towards them.

The once orderly streets and alleys are now a mess.

The houses were charred black, the wooden doors lay askew on the ground, and occasionally cries and shouts of looting could be heard from afar.

The bandits from the Jinsha and Shahe gangs wore their shirts open and held knives and clubs.

They either ransacked the place to steal valuables, or dragged along the crying people, their faces contorted with rage.

"These bastards are taking advantage of the chaos; they're asking for death!"

Chen Zhiyang took a step forward with his feet, his figure shooting out like an arrow released from a bow.

The long sword flashed with a cold light the moment it was drawn, slashing straight at a Jinsha gang leader who was raising his sword to strike an old woman.

The bandit leader was only at the late stage of Ming Jin (明劲), so how could he withstand the power of Hua Jin (化劲)?

With a scream, he was cleaved in two by the long sword, blood splattering all over the ground.

Wang Anping did not hesitate; he was not accustomed to such acts of bullying the people.

He moved with lightning speed, appearing behind three members of the Shahe Gang like a ghost. His right hand formed a fist, his strength concentrated at the tip of his fist but not ostentatiously. He simply gave the three men a light jolt from behind.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"

Three muffled thuds rang out, and the three bandits didn't even have a chance to turn around.

He coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, his heart meridian shattered by the force of the attack. He died without even uttering a sound.

Wang Anping acted swiftly and precisely avoided the trembling child beside him.

She gently supported the child's shoulders and pushed him to the corner of the wall: "Hide well, don't come out."

The child nodded repeatedly in fright, covering his eyes and daring not to look any further.

"Well done!"

Chen Zhiyang caught a glimpse of this scene and, between slaying two bandits, uttered a word of praise.

He swept his long sword across, forcing back seven or eight bandits who had surrounded him.

"You take care of the left alley, I'll handle the right alley, and we'll meet at the west alley entrance after we're done."

"By the way, have the disciples who have entered meditation take all the captured prisoners to the entrance of the martial arts school. Anyone who dares to resist, kill them on the spot!"

"Understood." Wang Anping replied, and his figure darted out again, heading straight for the left alley.

There were even more bandits in the alley, about twenty of them, who gathered together and smashed open the door of a silk shop.

They were carrying bolts of cloth and silver out, led by a man with a face full of scars, who was at the peak of the Ming Jin cultivation level.

He was kicking the shopkeeper to the ground, brandishing his knife and yelling, "Dare to stop me? I'll kill your whole family!"

The shopkeeper collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood. His wife held their child and wailed, while the bandits laughed and joked incessantly.

Wang Anping stopped at the alley entrance: "Hey, those beasts."

"Where did this brat come from, daring to meddle in my business?"

The scarred man turned around, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

He didn't know where this brat came from, daring to interfere in his affairs!

Without wasting words, Wang Anping began to move his feet in a Xingyi style.

He instantly appeared in front of Scarface, his right fist aimed straight at Scarface's face.

Seeing this, Scarface hurriedly raised his knife to block, and a crisp "clang" rang out.

The long sword was knocked out of his hand by the force of the fist, and the internal energy surged into his body through the fist, causing his internal organs to rupture.

"puff"

Scarface coughed up a mouthful of blood, then fell straight down, lifeless.

The remaining bandits were so terrified that they dared not resist.

He turned and ran away crying for his parents, but Wang Anping blocked him at the end of the alley with a swift movement.

He raised his hand and unleashed several bursts of powerful energy, striking the bandits precisely in the knees, producing a series of cracking sounds.

The bandits all knelt down, wailing incessantly, their knees broken, unable to run any further.

"Those who don't want to die, obediently squat down with your heads in your hands, and someone will come to take you away in a while."

Wang Anping's expression was calm, devoid of any warmth.

The bandits dared not disobey, and immediately squatted on the ground, covering their heads and trembling all over.