Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

The Qin and Han dynasties swept away into the depths of the ruins.

The dust kicked up by the explosion swirled from the direction of Ao Bai's residence, scattering the musketeer ranks and turning the front ranks of the Imperial Guards into a chaotic mess as they trampled over broken bricks.

He immediately grabbed at the air with his right hand.

Dragon-Capturing Skill.

Chen Jialuo's chest was congested with blood, and he had suffered internal injuries from Hong Antong's blows. He staggered, and two Imperial Guards closed in from the left and right, their blades already three inches from his neck.

He was suddenly enveloped by a surge of true energy, moved three zhang to the side, and fell directly to Chen Jinnan's side.

He landed unsteadily, bracing himself against the broken wall with his left hand, and coughed up a mouthful of dark blood.

"Who?"

Chen Jinnan grabbed him and looked up.

Qin Han stood in the center of the ruins.

Chen Jinnan was slightly taken aback.

Instead of taking advantage of the chaos to escape on his own, this person turned back to save others.

These anti-Qing patriots had been plotting for months, but in the end they had to rely on an outsider to cover their retreat.

On Mu Jiansheng's side, Fang Yi had just come out of the Ministry of Justice prison. The marks from the shackles on her ankles were still bleeding, so she couldn't run fast at all.

A musketeer from the Shenji Battalion crawled up from behind the overturned wooden frame, rested the barrel of his gun on his shoulder, and pointed the dark muzzle at Fang Yi's back.

Liu Dahong was about to rush over to block him.

A sudden jolt ran through him.

Fang Yi and Ao Biao beside her were lifted up by an invisible force and landed steadily among the crowd of Mu Wangfu.

Liu Dahong finally understood what it meant to be outmatched by others and to be in a world of endless possibilities.

Qin Han just fought two Grandmasters in succession and killed Ao Bai in a head-on confrontation.

To be able to capture people from a distance at this moment, who in this world can do such a feat?

"Walk!"

Qin Han cold drink.

He wasn't acting out of kindness.

Kangxi's actions tonight have thoroughly offended the three major figures of the anti-Qing and restoration movement: the Heaven and Earth Society, the Red Flower Society, and the Mu Prince's Mansion. If even one member of any of these three groups manages to escape alive, the Qing Dynasty will face even more chaos in the future.

Saving these people would be like throwing a spark into Kangxi's backyard.

Even if it means being a troublemaker and a disgusting nuisance to the Qing Dynasty, it's worth it.

Mu Jiansheng wanted to turn back, but Liu Dahong grabbed him.

"Young Master, don't waste the opportunity Ye Yingxiong has fought for! Let's go!"

Mu Jiansheng gritted his teeth, "But Brother Ye is still behind us!"

Liu Dahong dragged him away.

"Ye Yingxiong's martial arts are unparalleled; staying here would only hold him back."

Mu Jiansheng paused in his steps.

Finally, I turned around.

On the other side, Qiu Chuji led Ma Yu and the others to retreat to the alley entrance.

Sun Bu'er was hit on the shoulder by a piece of gravel, her body swayed, and her steps slowed down.

Qin Han raised his left hand.

A burst of true energy pressed against Sun Bu'er's back, pushing her through the gap in the broken wall.

Qiu Chuji turned around and slashed at the two imperial guards who were chasing after him, his long sword dripping with blood.

Thank you!

Qin Han didn't even glance at it.

"Walk."

Qiu Chuji's lips moved slightly, and he kept this favor in his heart.

"Take care of yourself."

"Stop them!"

Duolong drew his sword and shouted, "Shenji Battalion, form ranks again! Form ranks again!"

The musketeers were, after all, elite troops secretly trained by Emperor Kangxi.

The explosion knocked over the front row, but the three rows behind quickly rushed up to fill the gap.

The gun barrel was raised.

The fuse was lit.

Thirty paces away, Chen Jinnan and his men were withdrawing through the gap.

This round of attacks, even if it doesn't eliminate those hall masters and incense leaders, will at least take down a group of ordinary disciples.

Qin Han stomped his foot, and the broken bricks exploded.

He stood between the musketeers and the anti-Qing patriots.

Duolong's pupils contracted, and he immediately waved his hand.

"Fire!"

"Bang bang bang bang!!!"

Muskets roared, and lead bullets rained down like a storm, heading straight for Qin and Han.

Qin Han clasped his hands together, as if embracing the universe.

The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth was activated, and the remaining true energy in the meridians twisted into one.

The pain shot from his dantian to his throat, but the Dragon God Skill and the Nine Yang Divine Skill simultaneously provided support, barely managing to hold up his broken meridians.

"The dragon that soars too high will regret it!"

With the amplification of the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, a golden dragon-shaped object crashed out along the ground.

The lead bullet was shattered by the true energy, and the palm force blasted into the Divine Machine Camp's formation.

The musketeers in the front row were sent flying, gun barrels bent, and helmets rolled off.

More than twenty people crashed into the back row, shattering the newly formed formation into pieces.

Kangxi instinctively stepped back.

Duolong held his sword in front of him, his arms trembling uncontrollably.

"Protect the Emperor!"

Kangxi stared at Qin Han in the dust, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Ye Wudao was already exhausted.

But even with just this one palm strike, the Divine Machine Camp was still shattered.

With such a person alive, I fear I will never be able to sleep peacefully again.

Chen Jinnan glanced back at the alley entrance.

In the firelight, Qin Han stood alone in front of three thousand imperial guards, with broken spears and fallen soldiers all around him.

The Heaven and Earth Society had been opposing the Qing Dynasty for over a decade, and no one had ever gone this far before.

Chen Jinnan gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and a thought popped into his head: perhaps it was time to find a different way to oppose the law.

The Golden Wheel Monk had already made his escape and was on his way back to Mongolia.

He wanted to personally verify the truth of Qin Han's words.

Du Fuwei had to admire this young man.

Pity.

What Kangxi gave him was very substantial: the Jianghuai region, troops, and official status—he had it all.

Du Fuwei flicked his sleeves, and the true energy within them surged forth once more.

The pebbles on the ground were pushed aside with force and rolled to both sides along the ground.

Kangxi suppressed his fear.

"Mr. Du, we can't let this person leave!"

Du Fuwei nodded slightly.

After the aftershocks of the explosion subsided, he pressed forward step by step, blocking all of Qin Han's escape routes.

Qin Han wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

His internal energy was completely depleted, and the Dragon God Technique was desperately trying to recover, but it was too little, too late.

His chest heaved violently; he needed to buy some time, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to use his light-footed skills.

Qin Han looked up at Du Fuwei, his lips moving slightly.

Transmitting sound secretly.

"Senior Du, your two godson sons should have left by now, right?"

Du Fuwei's steps faltered.

The transmission of messages between Qin and Han dynasties continued uninterrupted.

"If you insist on stopping me, senior, you might not come out on top in a fight to the death. Instead of trying to trap me like a cornered beast for Kangxi, why don't you go back and see if Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling are still in Yangzhou?"

The true energy within Du Fuwei's sleeve paused for a moment.

This pause was extremely brief, and Qin Han captured it.

As expected, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling were not the type to be subservient to others, and Du Fuwei could not subdue them.

A deep bond between father and son?

What else could Du Fuwei, a seasoned veteran, possibly gain from taking two teenagers of dubious origin as his adopted sons, besides the Yang Gong Treasure Trove and the Longevity Manual?

Those two boys, however, were both incredibly slippery.

Kou Zhong is ambitious, and Xu Ziling is cunning.

While pretending to be a kind father, Du Fuwei was also wary of them running away.

This sentence hit the nail on the head.

Du Fuwei spoke indifferently: "Do you know the whereabouts of my two sons?"

Qin Han was taken aback.

What does that mean?

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling have really run away?!

The surface remained completely still.

Now we can't even squeeze out the true energy to transmit sound secretly, we have to run away as soon as possible.

He mustered his last breath and poured it into his palm, barely managing to conjure a phantom of dragon-shaped true energy, assuming a desperate stance.

Du Fuwei's expression kept changing.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling were indeed restless.

A few days ago, a secret letter came from Jianghuai. One of the hidden agents had lost contact. He sent two young men to investigate, but they never returned.

I initially thought it was the Giant Kun Gang causing trouble.

Judging from Qin Han's current appearance, it seems he's really going to fight to the death.

Du Fuwei was not Kangxi's dog, and there was no need for him to risk his life for Kangxi's orders.

Emperor Kangxi noticed something was amiss.

"Mr. Du?"

Du Fuwei did not respond, his mind still preoccupied with the matter of Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling.

Just this one moment.

Golden light flashed beneath Qin Han's feet.

Shrinking the earth to an inch!

The figure vanished in the blink of an eye, leaped into the air, and glided through the night sky.

Duolong shouted anxiously.

"Fire! Fire!"

The musketeers' ranks had just been broken up; how could they possibly form a battle formation again?

Du Fuwei realized he had been tricked by a junior.

He glanced in Kangxi's direction out of the corner of his eye; he had to give an explanation to save face.

A column of energy shot out from his sleeve and struck Qin Han in the back.

Qin Han's body twisted strangely in mid-air, barely avoiding the angry sleeve strike.

This action caused blood to surge in his throat, almost making him unable to suppress it.

He swallowed it back down.

In the whole world, when it comes to lightness skills, there are few who can catch up with him.

Duvovich was at least not among them.

Qin Han laughed loudly.

"Kangxi the Younger".

This sentence was not transmitted, but it could be heard clearly throughout the entire street.

"The Revolt of the Three Feudatories is a foregone conclusion. You won't be able to hold onto the Qing Dynasty's throne for much longer."

Kangxi stood in the middle of the torches, his face extremely grim.

The Three Feudatories were the most troublesome thing for him, and Wu Sangui was the most troublesome.

Shouting these words in front of the entire Imperial Guards is practically taunting Emperor Kangxi!

"Chase!"

Duolong led his men forward two steps, but Du Fuwei raised his sleeve to stop them.

Du Fuwei stared in the direction Qin Han had gone and sighed.

"We can't catch up."

Kangxi suddenly turned his head.

"Mr. Du, why did you stop just now?"

Du Fuwei glanced at him.

"Is His Majesty questioning us?"

Duolong's face turned pale, and he lowered his head.

Kangxi's chest heaved twice. He still needed Grandmaster Du Fuwei to suppress his anger.

"That's not what I meant."

Du Fuwei pulled his sleeves back.

"Ye Wudao was seriously injured and couldn't have gone far."

Kangxi's gaze followed the disappearing figure in the distance, and the young emperor's face revealed murderous intent.

"deliver an imperial order."

"Seal off the capital."

"A painting depicting the image is offered for a reward of ten thousand gold pieces."

"Whoever takes Ye Wudao's head will be granted a noble title!"