While Yang Ge was still dealing with the aftermath of the old fisherman’s funeral,
Yang Tiansheng had just arrived in Jiangzhe Songjiang Prefecture, where Dongying invaders were causing serious trouble. He immediately received news that a group of pirates from Dongying was moving toward a village sixty li south of Songjiang called Guihua Ping.
He sent out scouts to investigate at once, following behind with his elite Ming Sect followers.
...
"Report..."
A rider approached from the south, his bright red headscarf fluttering in the wind like a bloody banner.
"Hya!"
With a raise of his hand, Yang Tiansheng halted the hundred or so elite Ming Sect fighters behind him.
The scout saluted with a fist and shouted, "Reporting to Yang Tianzheng, the report is accurate. Guihua Ping is under attack by Dongying pirates, over a hundred of them!"
"Damn it, they’ve really flipped the heavens!"
Yang Tiansheng was furious, drew the long sword from his horse’s back, and roared, "Brothers, draw your blades!"
The sound of swords being unsheathed immediately rang out as one.
Yang Tiansheng led the charge, "Follow me into the fray!"
"Hya!"
Over a hundred riders spurred their horses to keep up with his pace, rushing towards the village at the end of their sight where black smoke was rising.
After covering the stretch of ten-odd li at full speed, Yang Tiansheng, who was rushing at the forefront, saw a little dwarf with an ugly Mediterranean haircut in the narrow village road ahead, brandishing a Dongying sword and arrogantly yelling in the village...
At just a glance, Yang Tiansheng’s eyes reddened with rage, and with a point of his long sword, he bellowed, "Chop up these bastards for me!"
He leaped from his vigorous horse, and a ten-meter-long golden red Sword Qi, like a piercing sunbeam, fell from the sky, splitting the chattering dwarf into pieces on the ground.
The huge commotion from the Sword Qi landing instantly alarmed the Dongying pirates rampaging in the village.
In an instant, a large group of scantily clad, dark-skinned little dwarfs rushed out from the houses, brandishing their Dongying swords to meet the elite Ming Sect fighters entering the village.
"Bakka!"
"Die! Die..."
The Ming Sect fighters remained unfazed, brandishing their swords and charging into the village on horseback.
When the two groups clashed, a torrent of blood was triggered.
Yang Tiansheng, atop a thatched roof, saw this and leapt up once more, stirring his long sword in the air to bring down a sky full of fiery clouds, which crashed violently into the densest crowd of Dongying invaders.
"Boom."
The violent Qi Force shockwave shredded a large number of invaders into a mess of limbs and corpses.
In the midst of this carnage, Yang Tiansheng, about to unleash slaughter, saw a villager engulfed in flames run past him, screaming. After a few steps, the villager collapsed and rolled around on the ground...
Without thinking, he rushed over to beat out the flames on the villager’s body, but before the fire was extinguished, the person ceased to move...
"Ah..."
He clenched his teeth tightly, and like a wounded beast, he howled hysterically.
In that moment, he suddenly understood Yang Erlang.
It wasn’t about being a saint...
It was just that some bastards really didn’t deserve to live in this world!
He turned around, dragging his long sword to meet the chattering Dongying invaders rushing towards him.
But just as they were about to clash, he suddenly stopped.
"Thump."
The ground in front of him exploded, and a black shadow surged from beneath the earth, slashing a dark blue short sword towards his throat.
Yang Tiansheng calmly parried the incoming short sword with his own, and with his left hand, he struck at the encroaching dark figure.
The figure, showing remarkable agility, stomped hard on the ground and flew backward, scattering a dense array of iron caltrops in his wake.
Yang Tiansheng braced against the barrage of hidden weapons and pursued, his long sword whirling in an impenetrable dance that deflected the incoming projectiles.
However, before he could reach the black-clad Dongying ninja, he sensed a draft behind his head.
Without hesitation, he spun around and slashed with his sword.
"Clang..."
With the clash of steel, the overwhelming Qi Force spread out, creating a depression of more than a foot in the ground.
When Yang Tiansheng focused his gaze, he saw that the person blocking his treasured sword was a middle-aged Dongying pirate with a stern face and bulging muscles.
Unlike other disheveled pirates covered in filth as if they hadn’t bathed for months, this middle-aged pirate was dressed in tidy blue attire, his feet in wooden sandals with pristine white socks and a razor-sharp Dongying sword in hand...
Just by his appearance, he was at least a chieftain.
Recognizing the Dongying pirate, Yang Tiansheng burst forth with a powerful rush from his sword to repel him, then spat a mouthful of saliva and savagely laughed, "I thought I was lucky stepping into Songjiang and catching you bastards so easily, turns out it was a setup!"
He may not have been too clever, but he understood...
That pillaging a mere village was certainly not worth the effort of a top-level expert!
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Yet this truth did not bring him any sense of relief or pride.
On the contrary, it made him even angrier!
"We have no intention of being enemies with your sect."
The middle-aged Dongying pirate spoke, his Mandarin surprisingly accurate, "As long as Yang Tianzheng is willing to show mercy, once the matter is settled, we will surely reward you handsomely!"
"Matter settled?"
Yang Tiansheng laughed heartily as he strode forward with his sword, "What business do you dog bastards think you can accomplish on our turf? Did you ask the permission of us, the owners?"
Before the words were finished, he suddenly burst forth, the man and the sword becoming one, with a rainbow of Sword Qi.
The middle-aged pirate retreated swiftly, wielding his sword in mid-air to slash at Yang Tiansheng, the blade’s Qi whistling like a howling north wind.
"Boom."
The rainbow of Sword Qi shattered, and as soon as Yang Tiansheng reappeared, he fiercely stomped the ground and thrust his sword at the middle-aged pirate.
The pirate, instead of retreating, advanced, his sword erupting in a whirlwind of light, sweeping toward Yang Tiansheng’s treasured sword.