Dong Ping twisted his mouth and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, a smile crept onto his lips, slowly spreading until he burst into maniacal laughter, "This is hardly your style, is it an old injury flaring up? Or are you so old you can’t manage a second shot? Did you really think you could hide from the heroes of the world with your demonic possession? Didn’t you ever consider that my establishing my own sect was to save your face and give you a way out? Must I wait for all those enemies you’ve made over the years to come knocking and flatten Lianhuan Fort before you would quit?"
"You’re old now, it’s time to let go!"
"If you keep on hogging everything, you’ll only burst!"
As his words fell, led by Jin Cheng, people from Lianhuan Fort cursed him loudly for his ingratitude and ruthlessness.
However, the gazes of many onlookers in the arena turned strange, shifting back and forth between Dong Ping and Li Changjiang.
Li Changjiang had been secluded for many years attempting to break through to the Grandmaster Realm, rumors of his becoming demonically possessed and trapping himself in a martial dead end had long been stirring up dust.
But it was only today that they heard someone from Lianhuan Fort admitting for the first time that Li Changjiang was indeed demonically possessed...
Lianhuan Fort controlled the most crucial section of the Bian River in the grand canal, the stakes were enormous.
Many coveted it in secret, as numerous as carps crossing the river...
If Li Changjiang truly was demonically possessed, his days were numbered, the fall of Lianhuan Fort might just be upon them!
"You, you..."
Facing Dong Ping’s mad roar, Li Changjiang’s aged face showed no change, only responding with a light smile, "I long ago told you to read more, think more when encountering issues, but all these years you remain so thoughtless, believing whatever others say... Well, I’ve paved the way for you, since you’re intent on walking down this dark path, don’t blame this old man for forgetting past affiliations and making a decisive strike!"
He stepped forward with a raised gun.
Seeing this, Dong Ping, who stood on the steps, took a step back.
"Don’t be hasty!"
Just then, Liu Changfeng, supporting his old waist, stepped forward with a smiling face and once again interjected, "Without talking things over clearly, how can the reason be understood? With your eagerness to strike, isn’t it because you can’t suppress your injury any longer?"
Li Changjiang glanced at him slightly, anger appearing in his old eyes for the first time, "My Lianhuan Fort and your Yunmeng Villa may not have gotten along in these years, yet we’ve had no irreconcilable grievances. Out of respect for your father, I’ve already pulled my punches... Are you really pushing for a life-or-death fight today?"
"Don’t flatter yourself!"
Liu Changfeng scoffed coldly, "Who in the martial world doesn’t know Li’s way of leaving no survivors, no mercy? Now you say you pulled your punches? That really underestimates the intelligence of the world’s heroes!"
Li Changjiang furrowed his brows, about to speak again, when suddenly another deep, hoarse voice sounded.
"I think, we should all take a step back today!"
The crowd turned at the sound, to see a man with a face full of pockmarks and a sinister look in his eyes, carrying a silver-handled long saber, standing on the eave of the gate.
"’Life-taking Yama’ Duan Yu!"
Someone in the crowd identified the man, and those crowded on both sides of the passageway moved further back several steps, clearing an even more spacious area.
"Dad, you truly have divine foresight!"
In the crowd, Yang Tiansheng leaned close to his father and whispered admiringly.
Yang Yinghao wore a somber face, ignoring his foolish son. He was contemplating a step forward when suddenly another clear voice rang out.
"Hey, isn’t it a bit shameful for three of you to gang up on an old man?"
The crowd turned at the sound, seeing a tall figure dressed in a brown short jacket, wearing a Nine-Tile mask, with a large, square-headed chopper hanging from his waist, standing on the opposite courtyard wall, arms crossed, looking over.
"Damn, Yang..."
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Yang Tiansheng glanced at the man and was about to shout.
But before he could finish, Yang Yinghao quickly covered his mouth, stifling the remaining "second brother."
Yang Tiansheng recognized the Nine-Tile mask.
Yang Yinghao recognized that large, square-headed chopper.
"’Timely Rain’ Zhang Mazi?"
"When did he come to Jiangzhe?"
"Isn’t it rumored in the martial world he’s still in Qi Sea? He dares to butt in on such an occasion?"
The crowd stirred once again.
At the addressed Duan Yu’s expression darkened, the sinister look in his eyes intensifying.
"When the adults are talking, what place does a child have to interrupt!"
He rebuked in a low voice.
The next second, a bright slash of saber Qi cut through the air towards Zhang Mazi’s side.
Fast, too fast!
The crowd couldn’t even see when he drew his saber.
Before they could get a clear view, Duan Yu’s saber had already returned to its sheath.
It felt like in the blink of an eye, a slash of saber Qi had already swept past.
"Bang."
The bright saber Qi exploded mid-air, its residual force turning into a fierce gale, howling through the arena.
Zhang Mazi stood unflinching atop the wall, his square-headed chopper already unsheathed, his eyes fixed on Duan Yu, "Be clear, who’s your master?"
It’s evident when an expert makes a move.
With just one strike, everyone present knew that Zhang Mazi was also a genuine saber expert, not far behind Duan Yu!
Exceptionally skilled, particularly in saber method!
Yang Tiansheng grew anxious, forcibly pulling down his father’s hand, shouting, "Zhang Mazi, be careful, this guy is ’Life-taking Yama’ Duan Yu, one of the ’Four Old Seven Hero Twelve Hous’, my dad said he’s a man of King Ning..."
"Hmm?"
All onlookers simultaneously widened their eyes, looking towards Yang Tiansheng.