Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

On the top of the city wall, Lü Wende leaned against the battlements, a smile plastered on his face.

"Your Highness, the King of Shu?"

He looked down at the three thousand cavalry below the city, squinted, and curled the corners of his mouth upward.

"What a pity, this general only recognizes military tally and transfer orders."

A glob of phlegm was spat off the battlements and landed on the stone slab at the foot of the city wall.

"Your methods work in Sichuan, but they won't work in Xiangyang..."

Several guards behind him chuckled, their eyes looking down at the city walls with complete disregard.

The Qin army captain gripped the reins tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, and his eyes were red.

"How dare you be so disrespectful to His Highness!"

"So what if I'm rude?"

Lu Wende patted his round belly, looking shameless.

"If you're so capable, then fly in over my head!"

Suddenly, a commotion broke out behind the city gate.

A tall figure was being helped over, his steps were unsteady, his face was sallow and his lips were pale, but the light in his eyes had not yet faded.

Guo Jing.

"General Lü, you mustn't...you mustn't do this."

The voice was faint, but it conveyed the current critical situation in Xiangyang.

"His Highness the King of Shu is outside the city, and these are our allied troops coming to reinforce Xiangyang. How can we turn them away?!"

Huang Rong stood beside him, her brows furrowed, her hand never letting go of his arm.

Lu Wende glanced back at Guo Jing, his smile remaining impassive.

"Master Guo, you should rest well. Don't worry about matters of state. Without the Emperor's decree, I wouldn't open this door even if the Heavenly King himself came."

He had already mentally gone over and over those few words in Jia Sidao's secret letter.

That Qin fellow is a wolf in sheep's clothing; it would be best for him to die out there.

"You...you're foolish!"

Guo Jing's chest heaved rapidly a few times, his sallow face flushed red, and he swayed, almost losing his balance.

"The Mongol army is surrounding the city, and you're going to...for this selfish reason, push all the people of the city to their deaths?"

"Brother Jing, you're not angry anymore!"

Huang Rong quickly pressed down on his back to help him catch his breath, then turned to look at Lü Wende, whose face was now expressionless.

"General Lü, if Xiangyang really falls, can you bear the responsibility?"

Lu Wende waved his hand dismissively.

"Whether I can shoulder the responsibility or not is my business. In any case, no one can open the city gates today."

Qin Han witnessed this farce unfolding on the city wall.

What does this mean?

They just summoned him here not long ago, and now they're pulling this stunt on him again?

He sat on horseback, feeling that it would be a waste of breath to waste even a single word on someone like Lü Wende.

As everyone watched, Qin Han dismounted.

He didn't even glance at the people standing on the city wall, and walked towards the iron-clad gate.

As soon as he moved, all the sounds around him ceased.

Everyone's eyes involuntarily followed the figure walking towards the city gate.

"Owner!"

Jiang Yuyan blurted out, this was a recent habit she had developed of calling Qin Han that.

Lu Wende, standing on the city wall, was taken aback at first, then burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! What is he trying to do? Push open the city gate with his bare hands? Is he out of his mind? It's a massive iron gate weighing a thousand pounds!"

Guo Jing and Huang Rong were also caught off guard.

Guo Jing knew in his heart that it was impossible to open this door by manpower alone, unless it was a battering ram of thousands of troops; one person could not do it by himself.

Qin Han walked to the city gate.

He glanced up at the iron gate, his lips twitching slightly, a look that was hard to decipher.

rule?

My fist is the rule.

The movement was very light and casual; the moment the palm was raised, an inexplicable sense of oppression spread in all directions.

He unleashed the full power of the Dragon God Technique.

A deep hum came from his palm, so low that it seemed to seep into the bones rather than be heard by the ears, and everyone felt a tightness in their chest.

He gathered power in his palm, and a thin layer of dragon-shaped colored light rose up.

"Shocking for miles around!"

A muffled hum resounded, as if the entire city wall was vibrating inside.

This moment felt exceptionally long to everyone.

The iron door, weighing several thousand kilograms and half a foot thick, had a palm print dented in the center, clearly showing the shape of five fingers. Then, cracks burst out from the center of the palm print in all directions, one, two, dozens, densely covering the entire door.

next interest.

A loud bang erupted from inside the city gate.

The entire iron gate, along with its two thick hinges, was torn off the city wall. The heavy iron lump flew headfirst into the depths of the gate opening, followed by a short scream. A dozen soldiers guarding the gate didn't even have time to dodge before being crushed into a bloody mess.

No one spoke.

On the city wall, Lü Wende still had a smile on his lips, his face twitching, his eyes bulging out, and he looked as if he were stuck.

The next second, he bent his knees and sat down on the ground with a thud, a dark stain spreading from his crotch, and a foul odor wafted out.

"Youkai...youkai..."

His voice had already changed, and he tried to climb over the city wall using both his hands and feet.

Guo Jing leaned against the battlements, frozen in place.

He stared intently at Qin Han's hand, which was still in a pushing position, his mouth agape, his throat so dry that he couldn't utter a single word.

He had practiced the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms his whole life, a style that was extremely powerful and yang. He thought he had seen a lot of palm strikes in the world, but this palm strike in front of him was no longer a matter of palm strike power.

This thing is no longer reasonable.

Huang Rong's mind was racing.

She'd spent her whole life observing people, judging situations, and understanding human nature; she'd seen it all. But what that person at the city gate did completely shut down all her experience and judgment. No matter how ingenious a plan was, it was useless against such power.

She stared at the figure standing below the city wall, and for the first time, the usual composure and intelligence in her eyes vanished completely.

Only one thought remained: this person has become powerful, and we must not make an enemy of him.

This is no longer about being a master or not; this is someone who can single-handedly overturn the entire game.

Qin Han withdrew his hand and stepped through the city gate, his feet crunching on the rubble.

His pace was neither too fast nor too slow.

The soldiers of the Three Thousand Tiger Guards shouted in unison outside the city, their spirit soaring to the heavens.

A sentence was left in the air.

"Take control of the city gates."

The two captains responded and immediately led their men into the city gate to control the main roads on both sides.

Qin Han's gaze swept over the heads of the group of people who were standing there dumbfounded, and landed on the fat man in the distance who was scrambling and crawling towards the city.

He raised his hand and brushed his sleeve.

"Go to the Prefect's residence."

"I will skin that stupid pig alive."