He immediately turned around, leaving behind the words, "Continue to block off the entire dock, no one on the boat is allowed to disembark, and no one from the shore is allowed to board, everything will wait until I return," and sprang up chasing after Yang Ge’s retreating figure like a giant grasshopper covering several meters in a single bound.
Meanwhile, just as Yang Ge had crossed over the city walls of Luoyang with his flying sword, he felt several fierce and sinister powerful auras rising up from the city center, blocking his path like towering mountains suspended midair.
Yang Ge halted, looking up at those pressures, he pointed with one finger and counted, "One, two, three, four, five... not a few, huh!"
He chuckled lightly, slowly releasing his own aura, gradually ascending...
In an instant, the wind rose, and clouds surged, two intense airflows violently collided in midair!
The five auras spread out midair saw this and simultaneously intensified their pressure, crashing down on Yang Ge with the force of a tsunami.
Yang Ge, with his arms crossed, stood unflinchingly in midair, while his aura continued to rise slowly but steadily, until it completely suppressed the five pressures and looked down upon them as a fierce tiger bears its fangs sharply.
The explosive and insane aura, akin to Zhang at Changbanpo, spear in hand and horseback, fiercely questioning who would dare to battle him to the death!
The five pressures, five against one, confronted Yang Ge for over a dozen breaths, then suddenly retreated their auras, as if they had never appeared.
With no further obstructions, the gale trailing behind Yang Ge swept through Luoyang like a flat plain...
Yang Ge, barely concealing his disappointment, shook his head slightly and gradually withdrew his aura.
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Finally, he conjured up another blade of light and swept toward the Northern Town Prefectural Commissioner... His memory had always been good; although he had only been there once before, he vividly remembered the route.
Soon, he landed at the center of the drill ground within the Northern Town Prefectural Commissioner.
Inside the Northern Town Prefectural Commissioner, people bustled about, with colonels of various ranks hurriedly moving back and forth.
As soon as Yang Ge touched down, he heard the sound of firecrackers, swiftly approaching from afar. Following the direction of the sound, he saw a large group of unarmed embroidered military colonels singing and playing instruments, bustling toward him, all bowing and cheering, "Welcome back, Second Master victorious!"
"Congratulations, Second Master for demonstrating power beyond our nation’s gates!"
"Congratulations, Second Master on achieving an unparalleled feat..."
Yang Ge, expressionless, scanned over them, until a few hundred households, openly smiling but secretly trembling as if riding horses, approached him hesitantly with a big red flower tied with a red ribbon. He then slightly frowned.
Only the sound of "clang, clang, clang" of long swords being drawn followed; over a hundred cow-tail sabers broke through the rooftops and rose into the sky, falling accurately in front of these embroidered military colonels like hailstones, blocking their path to Yang Ge.
The drill ground instantly quieted down.
No one dared to play music or make noise anymore, and the big red flowers held by the few hundred households silently dropped to the ground.
Yang Ge turned around and strode majestically towards the grand public office located along the central axis of the Northern Town Prefectural Commissioner.
As he approached the front of the public office, the tightly closed doors opened from within, revealing Shen Fa, head wrapped in a white cloth and arm suspended, limping over the threshold with a cane and a nonchalant smile, greeting him, "You’re back!"
Yang Ge surveyed the blood-stained cloth on him.
Shen Fa, hiding the cloth-wrapped hand behind his back with a slightly embarrassed smile, said, "Ah, you’ve caught me again!"
Yang Ge narrowed his eyes, "Heh!"
Shen Fa’s hair on the back of his neck stood on end, but he still forced a brave smile, "No big deal, just got into some trouble a few days ago, took some beatings, a bit of rest and I’ll be fine..."
Yang Ge, chuckling a "Heh heh heh," reached out a hand and, like an eagle grabbing a chick, seized the back of his collar, lifting him off the ground, stepped over the threshold, and entered the large hall of the public office.
"Bang."
The door closed heavily.
Shen Fa’s panicked voice came from inside the hall, "Hey hey hey, what are you doing? We can talk this over, no need for roughness... ouch!"
"Bang."
"Oh? Iron Shirt, Golden Bell Cover?"
"Bang bang bang bang..."
The heavy and intense noises from within the hall were like the distant sound of cannon volleys.
The colonels at the center of the drill ground furrowed their brows, their expressions twitching with the tumult inside.
"Aren’t we about to change commanders again?"
"Hard to say..."
"I think, we’d better hope Lord Shen holds up!"
"I think so too, otherwise next time this master loses his temper... those good positions at the Eastern Factory, a good half of them are still vacant!"
"Gulp."
"Gulp."
"Yang Ge, please calm down, let’s discuss this matter calmly!"
"Yes, Yang Ge, Shen truly did not mean to target you."
"Yang Ge, we’re brothers, we can’t hurt our own to please our enemies!"
A group of Colonels rushed to the outer doors of the main hall, shouting hoarsely and crying tearfully.
Although they shouted and wept, none dared to knock on the door.
In the meantime, Shen Fa’s voice roared from inside the hall in extreme anger, "You bastards, once I get out, I’ll flay your skins..."
"Bang!"
"Yang Ge, enough is enough, I really will turn against you if you continue!"
"Enough is enough?"
"Bang bang bang bang bang..."
"Turn against me?"
"Bang!"
Shen Fa’s bent spine broke through the carved railings of the door, his body stuck on the door, causing the Colonels outside to retreat in fear!
Before they could decide how to react, they saw the body stuck on the door being yanked back in.
"Bang bang bang bang... "
One brave officer mustered his courage and, crouching, moved forward, peering through a hole in the door, then turned and ran while covering his eyes.
"How cruel!"
...
At the same time, inside Ziwei Palace.
Emperor Xiping, Zhao Shu, dismissed his attendants and hurried through the doors into the inner chamber.
As soon as he entered, his hurried steps involuntarily slowed down.
His eyes were startled by five solemn figures in the hall, their white hair contrasting with their dark red, timeworn mantles.
In his fourteen years on the throne, he had only seen them twice before!
The five venerable figures stood, one in the center and two on each side.
Zhao Shu turned to close the hall door and walked forward to respectfully greet the central figure, "Zhao Shu pays respect to his Imperial Great Uncle."
The figure in the center nodded slightly, responding indifferently, "The Emperor has arrived, please be seated."
Zhao Shu: "Thank you, Imperial Great Uncle."
He lowered his hands and nodded to the figures on both sides, saying, "Lord Xin Guo, Wei, Cao, Wang, your servant gives his respects."
The four elders, seated in Taishi Chairs, returned the gesture, "Your servants give their respects."
Zhao Shu took a seat at the far right, looking up expectantly.
After a long silence, the elder holding a teacup began speaking slowly, "The young man’s power is established, forcing him would not be wise, the Emperor should consider alternative strategies."
Upon hearing this, the other four elders simultaneously looked towards Zhao Shu.
Zhao Shu lowered his eyelids, pondered for a moment, then forced a smile, "I hadn’t intended to force the issue... but even combining the powers of five ancestors, we are unable to oppose him?"
The four elders averted their gaze, gently stirring their teacups in silence.
The elder exhaled softly, his expression turning somewhat dim and calm, "If we must use force, it is not entirely implausible, but the price is too great... presently, Wei cannot afford such a cost."
Zhao Shu knitted his brows, pressing on, "May I ask, Imperial Great Uncle, if we could somehow persuade the master from the Quanzhen Sect and the old monk from Shaolin Temple to join forces, what then?"
The elder responded solemnly, "If you could convince Fei Yun and the Pilgrim, there would indeed be hope to capture him without damage... However, I would bet, Fei Yun and the Pilgrim definitely will not step into this mire!"
Zhao Shu’s expression changed, his eyes flickered for a moment before returning to calm, bowing he said, "I do not necessarily need to eliminate this man, I merely wish to know if there is a way to counterbalance him, for harboring an unrestrained grandmaster skilled in Dragon Slaying Skill and indifferent to the court is, considering the long term... indeed, a disaster rather than a blessing!"
All five in the hall simultaneously lifted their teacups to drink, none responding to his remark.