Yang Ge looked puzzled at the thick-backed, square-headed, and large cleaver in the black-clad swordsman’s hand, and turned to ask, "Which sect’s leader is this old fellow from?"
"He is no old fellow!"
Yang Tiansheng spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his teeth clenched fiercely as he said, "Although this man has tried hard to conceal his identity, the move he just used was clearly ’Milky Way Descending for Nine Days’ from the Tianhe Sword Sect... Haven’t I recognized you correctly? Yu Cangshan, Sect Leader Yu?"
"Tianhe Sword Sect?"
Yang Ge felt the name sounded somewhat familiar and, after thinking hard, suddenly remembered, "Oh... you were involved in the killings at Lianhuan Fort, roles three and six, right?"
The black-clad cleaver-wielder lifted his large cleaver and pointed it at Yang Ge, "I am ’Stormy Three Cleaver’ Meng Sanxing, the great thief of River East. Stop spouting nonsense!"
"Denying it doesn’t matter..."
Yang Ge moved his still slightly painful right leg, slowly bending forward, "After I kill you, the truth will naturally come to light!"
Yang Tiansheng turned his head and shouted loudly, "Be careful, besides the Tianhe Sword Skill, this fellow also has a poisonous technique called ’Five Poisons Claw,’ specializing in breaking external techniques—extremely insidious!"
Yang Ge nodded slightly and rushed towards the black-clad cleaver-wielder.
The moment he moved, the many black-clad assassins who had been frightened by his earlier strike immediately resumed their assault on the embroidered-robed warriors’ battle formation.
"Arrogance Frosted over Snow!"
Yang Ge bellowed in mid-air, his hands gripping the blade for a powerful ’Mount Hua Cleaver,’ sending out a snow-bright blade aura three zhang long slashing towards the black-clad cleaver-wielder.
Before the black-clad cleaver-wielder could react, there was a loud "bang," and an iron-tower-like figure burst through a tile ridge and soared up into the sky, shooting towards Yang Ge like a cannonball.
The newcomer moved very fast, and Yang Ge hadn’t the time to change his move, only managing to grit his teeth and kick out in an attempt to avoid this person launching him sideways.
"Bang."
The black-clad cleaver-wielder swung his cleaver upward, with a powerful and vast blade aura, catching the ten-meter-long blade aura and then taking a step ten feet at a time, his movements flowing as he cooperated with the man lunging sideways, surrounding Yang Ge.
Yang Ge’s swung leg hit a familiar bronze-colored fist, and felt as hard as if he had kicked into a steel ingot, the pain at his ankle shooting through him immediately.
Unable to retreat, he could only forcefully muster his energy to step on air and flip, getting to the side of the person who had come hurtling through the air, facing both enemies head-on, and simultaneously thrusting his ox-tail dagger.
"Clang."
The ox-tail dagger thrust at the body of the person lunging through the air issued a sound of metal striking metal; that person pressed down with a punch on the ox-tail dagger, while another punch swung out, landing on Yang Ge’s chest.
The ox-tail dagger broke.
Yang Ge also followed in Yang Tiansheng’s footsteps and, like a torn piece of cloth, flew backward four or five meters, spewing blood.
Fortunately, that punch had also helped him avoid the square-headed large cleaver that followed.
Yang Tiansheng, seeing Yang Ge flying back, hurriedly reached out to catch him.
But he was barely able to stand himself, how could he manage to catch him...
The two of them crashed into each other, both spewing out a mouthful of blood.
"Damn!"
Yang Tiansheng spat blood, yet still had the mood to curse, "Can’t you eat less? You’re as heavy as a pig!"
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"Fuck, fuck, that really packs a punch..."
Yang Ge spat blood, struggling to get up, cursing as he looked at the figure across from him, covered in dust yet seemingly unaffected, "Good people don’t last long, disasters linger for thousands of years!"
The black-clad assassins who chased after them also subconsciously stepped back upon seeing this mad monk, as if he reeked of filth.
He glanced at the mad monk and then at Yang Ge, hugging his sword and shifting a couple of steps to the side, adopting the demeanor of a spectator.
"Amitabha!"
The mad monk intoned a Buddhist chant and stared straight at Yang Ge with his unfocused pupils, "The mortal world is like purgatory. Why cling to it so painfully, sir? Better let this old monk send you to the Western Paradise to enjoy eternal bliss."
Yang Tiansheng, who had just staggered to his feet with Yang Ge’s help, heard these fanatical words and, looking at the monk’s bronzed muscles, suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, "Yang Ge, how did you get involved with this mad monk?"
Yang Ge was also frustrated: "You’re asking me? Who am I supposed to ask... What’s the story with this mad monk?"
Yang Tiansheng said anxiously, "The former head of Damo Hall at Shaolin Temple, Liao Chen, practiced the ’Vajra Invincible Divine Skill’ until he entered a state of demonic trance, killed thirty-two monks, and escaped Shaolin Temple, attacking virtuous experts everywhere... I get it now, Lianhuan Fort!"
"That’s an exaggeration."
Yang Ge gave a wry smile, threw away the broken sword in his hand, turned around and took a flail from the hand of an embroidered-robed strongman, and sighed, "Why didn’t you say earlier that Lianhuan Fort had such a character."
Yang Tiansheng gave a bitter smile, "This mad monk and my father were from the same era and both had disappeared from the public eye many years ago, how would I know he joined Lianhuan Fort!"
Yang Ge gave him a look, took a deep breath, but the sharp pain in his chest made him cough involuntarily.
He gripped the flail tightly in both hands and said solemnly, "Yang Tiansheng was only invited by me to lend a hand; this matter is really unrelated to him. Let him go, and come at me... You wouldn’t want to offend Ming Sect or his father, right?"
Yang Tiansheng looked at the blood-soaked Yang Ge, sighed heavily, "You can stop dreaming, young master. I’ve uncovered that traitor’s identity; he won’t let me go."
Upon hearing this, Yang Ge raised the flail, pointing it at the black-clad assassin opposite him, and said, pausing between each word, "I still have one strike left. Though it may not suffice against the two of you together, if it’s just to pull one back with me, it’s more than enough. Want to try?"
The black-clad assassin chuckled softly, his voice no longer as hoarse as before, "Really? Then I’d like to experience that..."
He knew that letting either of these two go today would be troubling!
They were too young!
Just as Yang Ge was about to negotiate with the mad monk to have him kill the black-clad assassin before giving his own life to him, he heard a hoarse voice from behind.
"Sect Leader Yu, quite the imposing presence!"
Yang Ge abruptly turned around and saw another figure, tall and slim, sword dangling from his waist, standing with his arms crossed on the roof of an adjacent building.
The next second, he heard Yang Tiansheng cry out in surprise and joy, "Dad!"
Yang Ge:...
The black-clad person:...
The black-clad assassin:...
The three were silent, the silence deafening.
After a while, the man on the roof shouted, "Stop foolishly recognizing random people as your father; I’d never have such an undistinguished son!"
Without giving Yang Tiansheng a chance to respond, he shouted again, "Yang Ge, I’ll handle Yu Cangshan, this old scoundrel. Can you manage that mad monk?"
Yang Ge quickly replied, "No problem; if I can’t beat him to death, him killing me is no different."
"Damn, are the youngsters these days all this fierce?"
The man on the roof leapt, plummeting like a hunting eagle towards the black-clad assassin, "Fool, open your eyes wide and see clearly—’Competing with the Sun’ isn’t used like that!"
He drew his sword, and in an instant, another fiery red sun appeared in the sky.