Chaotic World of Martial Arts: I Have a Spirit Pearl of Desire

Looking at the dense array of swords and shadows outside the door, Cheng Han's gaze was extremely cold, and his hands, hanging in his sleeves, trembled slightly.

He never expected that these families and officials, who usually harbored their own agendas, would act so quickly, catching him completely off guard!

What chilled him even more was that several high-ranking members of powerful organizations who had once called him brother and received huge benefits from him were now avoiding him like the plague, their eyes even filled with murderous intent as if they were eager to distance themselves from him.

When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down; when a tree falls, the monkeys scatter.

"This...it's really over..." A deep sense of despair and bitterness rose in Cheng Han's heart.

He had already secretly planned to take his core savings and leave Qinghe County with his family seven days later.

But who could have imagined that these people would be so fast!

The Cheng family is deeply rooted and its assets are intertwined. Although a small number of core family members have been quietly moved away in the past few days, the vast majority of clansmen and money have not yet been removed.

There's simply not enough time!

Shen Feihong stepped forward, unleashing the overwhelming pressure of a fifth-rank expert. He said in a deep voice, "Cheng Han, even now, do you still intend to resist?! Surrender now, and out of consideration for our past relationship, I might spare the unsuspecting women and children in your family. Otherwise… you will bear the consequences, and your entire clan will be wiped out!!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Han paused, then let out a mournful laugh and shook his head: "Lord Shen, do you think I'm a three-year-old? History is written by the victors; if we fall into your hands, how can the Cheng family possibly survive?"

At this point, a ruthless and resolute glint flashed in Cheng Han's eyes, and he threatened sharply, "In short, I advise you to get out of here right now! Otherwise... the wrath of the person behind me is something you bunch of scoundrels can't possibly withstand! The entire Qinghe County will be buried with them!!"

Shen Feihong's face darkened, his eyes flashing with murderous intent, and he coldly uttered four words: "Stubborn to the end!"

Before the city lord finished speaking, an even more vehement chorus of curses erupted from the besieging warriors!

"That old beast dares to threaten us even when he's facing death! He's utterly shameless!"

"Who are you trying to scare with this bullshit about who's behind your back? If you're doing something so immoral behind the scenes, even the King of Heaven himself can't save you!"

"Don't listen to his nonsense, everyone! This old guy is just stalling for time! Charge in and wipe out the Cheng family!"

"Let's do it!"

Without wasting words, a murderous glint flashed in Shen Feihong's eyes, and he immediately waved his hand coldly.

"kill!!!"

The earth-shattering roar of battle instantly tore the heavens and earth apart!

Dozens of elite officers and soldiers, clad in armor and armed with weapons, stepped out first, their footsteps thundering like thunder.

Following closely behind were experts from various major forces such as the Luo family, the White Tiger Sect, and the Great Saber Sect.

These men, armed with steel spears, iron shields, and machetes, formed a tight wedge formation, their spears gleaming coldly.

The iron boots pounded on the ground with a heavy, heart-pounding thud, like an unstoppable torrent of iron, crashing towards the gate of the Hundred Refinement Armory!

"Close the door! Defend!"

Seeing that things were not going well, Cheng Han's face turned ashen, and he quickly retreated back inside.

With a loud bang, the heavy, vermilion-lacquered iron gate slammed shut once again.

The entire Bailian Armory is surrounded by towering walls, several meters high, made entirely of hard black granite, resembling a small, heavily fortified castle.

Almost at the same time the door closed, a dense crowd of Cheng family guards and weapon refiners appeared on the wall.

"Release the arrows! Shoot them hard!"

With a whooshing sound, a hail of arrows and poisoned crossbow bolts rained down from the high walls!

Many of the warriors at the forefront were unable to dodge in time and were instantly pierced through the body by sharp arrows, letting out blood-curdling screams:

"Aaaaaah!"

"Pfft! Pfft!" Blood splattered, and cries of agony filled the air.

"Archers, suppress them! Shoot for me!" Shen Feihong snorted coldly and waved his hand.

The government's crossbowmen, who had been on high alert, and archers from various factions immediately stepped forward, drawing their powerful bows and crossbows, and unleashing a fierce barrage of fire at the top of the wall!

In an instant, a rain of arrows filled the sky, and screams echoed both inside and outside the city walls.

Taking advantage of the gaps in the suppression of the arrow rain, the core warriors of the various forces circulated their true energy and accelerated their rush towards the gate and the edge of the wall.

Behind the main force, a large number of lone, independent martial artists followed closely in groups of three or five.

These people had gleaming eyes and were breathing rapidly; they were clearly planning to take advantage of the chaos!

The Hundred Refinements Armory is a deeply rooted enterprise that has occupied this land for decades. Inside, not only are countless priceless weapons and treasures piled up, but also a vast amount of gold and silver treasures are hidden.

Faced with such a huge prize, these desperate criminals are determined to take advantage of today's chaotic fighting to make a killing!

While the front lines were filled with the sounds of battle and rivers of blood, Chen You was peacefully leading his squad in a shady spot in the rear.

This was arranged specifically by Luo Haiping.

Sieges and fortifications are the most demanding battles, and the crossbow traps in the armory are extremely dangerous. Rushing to the front lines is simply being a human shield or cannon fodder.

This kind of life-risking, arduous task can be left to the government and those small factions eager to show their loyalty; they only need to preserve their strength and reap the rewards.

Time passed slowly, and about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn went by.

A deafening roar suddenly erupted from the direction of the main gate of the Hundred Refinements Armory, followed by deafening cheers and shouts of battle: "The city has fallen! The gate has fallen! Charge! Kill! Kill!!"

The dust and smoke from the collapsing gate shot into the sky, and the long-suppressed army of warriors surged into the depths of the manor like a tidal wave.

Hearing the shouts of the city's destruction coming from the front, a glint of light flashed in Chen You's eyes. He stuck out his tongue and lightly licked his dry lower lip, then slowly drew the black sand knife from his waist.

"Alright, it's about time for us to go."

Chen You sneered.

The Hundred Refinements Armory has accumulated decades of experience, containing countless martial arts techniques, divine weapons, and elixirs.

This time, he not only wants to eliminate the threat completely, but also wants to take advantage of this chaos to make a fortune!

Then, he looked at Tang Yan behind him: "Can you handle it? We'll need you to lead the way and rescue those women later."

"I can," Tang Yan nodded.

"Okay, let's go."

Following the surging tide of people, Chen You led his team and quickly stormed into the Hundred Refinement Armory.

The air was thick with the smell of blood and burning.

They didn't even need to lift a finger; the ruined streets along the way were already littered with corpses.

There were guards from the Cheng family itself, as well as martial artists from various small forces that usually sided with the Cheng family. Under the crushing force of the major powers and the iron cavalry of the government, these people fell like wheat being harvested, and their blood stained the stone road crimson.

"Stay close to me, don't waste your time on these small fry!"

Tang Yan's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she moved with the speed of the wind, leading the way precisely.

She had clearly done her homework beforehand, avoiding the chaotic crowds robbing the ordinary armory in the front yard, and led Chen You and the others through the alleys and streets, heading straight for the core area of ​​the Cheng family's headquarters.

At this time, the Cheng family's main camp was in complete chaos, with cries and the sounds of clashing weapons filling the air.

Tang Yan pierced through a stubborn Cheng family steward with her sword and said coldly, "Lord Chen, come with me!!"

Led by Tang Yan, the group passed through a secluded backyard with a rockery and arrived at a seemingly ordinary warehouse of refining waste.

Tang Yan skillfully pressed a switch on an iron gate, and with a loud rumble, a heavy stone slab on the ground slowly moved away, revealing a dark and damp underground passage that stretched downwards at an angle.

A pungent musty smell and a strong stench of blood immediately hit me, mixed with faint, desperate cries.

"A dungeon??" Chen You's eyes narrowed, and he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

"I was locked up here before."

"Yes, yes, I'm here too," Xu Feng said nervously.

"Charge in!"

Chen You gave a low shout and led the way down the steps.

Inside the dungeon, several of the Cheng family's loyalists were frantically preparing to destroy the evidence. Upon seeing someone break in, they immediately drew their swords and confronted them: "Who goes there? How dare you trespass on the Cheng family's forbidden grounds!"

"The ones who send you on your way!" Chen You's eyes flashed with cold light as he drew his sword and swung it, the sharp blade flashing in the narrow underground passage.

With a few crisp "thuds," before the other side even had a chance to scream, several Cheng family assassins were beheaded on the ground, their blood splattering all over the damp brick wall.

Having cleared the obstacles, the group stepped into the depths of the dungeon, where the sight before them made everyone present gasp in shock.

This is not an ordinary prison for holding criminals, but a bloody hell built in the cold underground!

The cells, separated by heavy iron bars, were filled with women.

Most of them were dressed in rags, looked emaciated, and had shocking whip marks and burns all over their bodies.

These women had blank, lifeless eyes and huddled in a cold, damp corner, shivering. They had long since lost the vitality that living people should have.