The Blade-Wielding Legend

Chapter 1662: Chapter 843: The Wrath of Great Xuan

The shell horn’s mournful wail tore through the silence of Guangfu.

The cannon ports of the Red-haired Foreign Fleet’s frigates roared, and heavy iron balls wrapped in gunpowder fiercely hammered Guangzhou’s West City.

Boom!

Bricks and stones flew apart like rain amidst the thunderous noise, with gunpowder smoke rising and swirling.

The thunderfire lit up the night sky, continuously.

Finally, a menacing breach several yards wide was shockingly opened.

Old Shark Head, who had long been hiding outside Tiger Gate, led three hundred Dang Boats like arrows loosed from a string, rushing into the Zhujiang River amid the chaos.

Numerous pirates emerged ghostlike from dark alleys. In the direction of White Goose Pond, disciples of the South Seas Snake Lord used "Blood Line Flying Heads," dragging ghost-green phosphorus fire, silently floating towards the breach in the city wall, aimed at devouring the patrolling soldiers’ necks.

These people planned meticulously, catching Guangzhou City off guard.

However, Guangzhou, as a prominent town in Lingnan, had its own foundation.

When the invaders’ shouts and explosions erupted, various pugilistic world experts and Magic Veins Mages lurking in the city almost instinctively sprang into action.

Zhou Qingyuan from the Jade Emperor Sect was the quickest to respond. He led over a dozen disciples, swiftly setting up the "Three Pure Ones Talisman Formation" at the main road’s Thirteen Lines Street leading to the Crown Prince Mansion.

Yellow talismans fluttered like butterflies, Astral Bane Energy surged, forcibly suppressing the dense Evil Qi rushing from the docks, driving back a wave of Damen and several mixed-in South Sea Evil Cultivators attempting to storm the mansion.

A Snake Lord disciple leading poison insects was startled by Gang Qi, shrieking weirdly as he retreated into the shadows. Yet, Zhou Qingyuan remained grim-faced, holding a jade compass, constantly adjusting its position, and muttering spells ceaselessly.

He also internally regretted.

With Guangzhou Prefecture’s large population and a century of peace, even though many were sent to the mountains, the remaining strength was not insignificant. Who would’ve thought these thieves dared so brazenly?

The garrison hadn’t yet sealed the breach, and the Lingnan Magic Veins had already responded. They weren’t using immortal means, all flesh and blood battling with Earth Vein Astral Bane.

Three Qinggang Skill disciples leaned on broken pillars of Arched North Tower, stomping the Mountain and Peak Gang Step, forcefully wedging green stone talismans into brick crevices.

Earth Energy surged like a python, fragments at the breach inexplicably congealed, temporarily slowing the pirates’ charge, but the talismans cracked afterward, relying on Earth Vein was most taxing.

An old woman of the Red Lotus Technique defended the street before City God Temple with a disciple-grandson, hurling vermillion-tainted yellow talismans that ignited upon encountering wind. Fire lines shot out over a yard, pushing back two South Sea Evil Cultivators commanding venomous snakes.

However, this technique could only temporarily block the enemy. Seeing Damen throw harpoons, the old woman rapidly retreated, and her disciple-grandson raised a bamboo shield to block, sparks flying.

The one-eyed man of Huaguang Skill was the fiercest.

Bare-chested with red cloth bands, his copper mace enveloped in talisman paper smashed into climbing pirates, the sound of cracking bones accompanied by a dull thud. When the talisman paper burned out, the pirate’s ninja blade already slashed under his rib, blood soaking the red cloth band...

Pugilistic world vagabonds also fought desperately.

The Squad Leader of Pai Sect led people through narrow alleys, tossing fishing nets to trip barefoot Damen. The Martial Arts instructor from Foshan’s school blocked the pirate’s short blade with twin daggers, himself kicked in the knee.

An Escort Master from Fan Yu locked the throat of a South Sea sorcerer setting fires with a chain rifle, but his back was struck by a firearm lead bullet, collapsing onto a smoking sack of grain...

The battle was brutal, but the real chaotic scene was at the Thirteen Lines warehouse.

Ten Iron Bull Steam Engines lay quietly in the yard, their steel shells reflecting the firelight.

Dang Min Leader Shark Lord stabbed a harpoon through a pirate’s chest, roaring orders to seize the engines: "Quick! Carry away the Iron Bull!"

No sooner had he spoken than the pirate leader appeared, slashing off the wrist of a Dang Min dragging a rope, and both sides immediately fought, blood splattering onto the cold iron hull.

Yet, the battle situation abruptly changed.

Seeing the Guangzhou Prefecture’s pugilistic world counterattack and Damen suffering heavy casualties, Luolao sounded the shell horn three times, but did not see the Red-haired Barbarians attack the city with full force, instead noticing their ships lowering half their sails to watch.

The South Sea Snake Lord’s disciples only released phosphorus fire at the periphery, and Blood Line Flying Heads did not increase.

Old Shark Head, covered in blood, grabbed Luolao and shouted: "Luolao, they’re untrustworthy, these Red-haired Ghosts and Snake Lords want to use us to fill the moat!"

Luolao saw the Huaguang Skill man on the city head smashing a pirate’s skull with a broken mace. Familiar faces fell motionless in pools of blood, finally unable to bear it, biting his teeth to blow the sharp retreat signal.

The remaining Damen jumped into the river one after another, escaping through water channels.

"Hahaha, it’s our turn!"

The captain on one of the large ships snidely waved a flag.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three ships, twenty-four heavy cannons, fired again, cannonballs precisely ramming both sides of the previous breach. Bricks and stones collapsed like waterfalls, tearing the wall three yards wide.

Before the smoke cleared, the Flintlock Gun Team had already climbed the ladder onto the city.

As lead bullets poured, garrison soldiers fell in droves.

Seeing the situation, pirates and South Sea Evil Cultivators no longer fought with Magic Lineage Cultivators, dispersing widely to create chaos. Sulfur fire tubes were thrown into silk shops, phosphorus powder scattered in teahouses, West Gate Wooden House exploded with a Fire Dragon.

The blaze across the city lit up Crown Prince Xiao Jingheng’s silhouette.

His Python Robe burned with scorched holes, seizing the Watchtower Drum Stick and fiercely pounding the Cowhide War Drum: "Kill, kill them for me! All who slay thieves will receive fifty taels of silver!"

The constant drumbeats spurred the remnants of troops and civilians into a frenzy.

An olive seller swung a carrying pole to knock a Red-haired Barbarians off the wall, a porridge shop assistant chopped a butcher knife into a pirate’s shoulder blade. Even local ruffians joined the fight, pressing wet quilts to extinguish shop fires and turning to throw nets over flintlock gunmen.

After an incense stick burned out, the disciples of Magic Veins were nearly exhausted.

The three Qinggang Skill members’ talismans shattered entirely, blood oozed from their mouths and noses, yet their bodies blocked the pile of rubble at the breach; the Red Lotus Technique old woman’s right arm pierced by arrows, her disciple-grandson picked up a burning flagpole to thrust into a pirate’s waist; the one-eyed Huaguang fought on with a second copper mace, picking up a Wodao to chop, the blade edge crumbled like a saw...

The melee persisted until the third watch.