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The flash of blades shimmered, and Yang Ge appeared in the air outside the east city gate, suspended as if by magic.
Outside the east city gate, a large group of swordsmen dressed in thick black and red robes, with disheveled hair that gave them an unclean and sinister aura, waved their heavy broadswords like a tide assaulting the city gates. Among them, a middle-aged man in a black robe with a goat beard had already scaled the wall and was slaughtering rampantly!
Atop the east city gate, Fang Ke, dressed in embroidered clothes adorned with ox patterns, was desperately leading over two hundred muscular guards in defending against the onslaught of the black-clad swordsmen...
With just one glance, Yang Ge’s expression turned icy cold.
He stretched out a hand, clawing at the air above the densely packed battlefield with a grasping motion.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
Amidst the explosive sound of sword ringing, all the broadswords in the hands of the black-clad swordsmen flew out of their grasp and into the air.
Before those broadswords could unleash their sword energy, Yang Ge pressed down lightly with the hand that had been grasping.
In an instant, dozens of broadswords fell back to the ground with even greater speed than when they had flown up, precisely hitting their original owners and pinning them into the snowy ground. Bursts of blood sprayed and splattered on the pristine snow, like a profusion of camellias blooming under the white clouds, their beauty stark...
In the heat of battle, neither side had time to see how the broadswords had suddenly taken flight, and in the blink of an eye, the dozens of black-clad men, who a second earlier were ferociously storming the city gate, had blossomed into flowers with black hearts and crimson petals.
Only the goat-bearded black-robed man, who had narrowly escaped—more accurately, whose life Yang Ge had deliberately spared—dropped his sword and leapt from the wall at the sight, running for his life along the path he’d come from, screaming at the top of his lungs, "I am Yuchi Zhen, steward of the Heavenly Dragon Hall of the Five Poisons Cult; you cannot kill..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw a figure appear before him, the very man in plain hemp clothes who had been suspended in the air earlier.
"Thump."
The goat-bearded black-robed man fell to his knees in front of Yang Ge with a smooth slide, his forehead hitting the ground hard as he begged, "I admit my mistake, I beg you in the name of peace, please let me go like a passing fart, do not dirty your hands with someone so insignificant as me!"
"Five Poisons Cult? Heavenly Dragon Hall?"
Yang Ge nodded slowly, as if realizing something, "No wonder... Don’t be nervous, it’s not a big deal, just be more careful in your next life."
The terrified goat-bearded black-robed man was about to beg for mercy again when he saw Yang Ge’s hand, light as a feather, drift toward his head.
He could not find words to describe the phenomenon of that palm; it seemed light and effortless, yet beneath it was a force of thousands of pounds. It felt incredibly slow, so much so he could see the lines on the palm, but it seemed faster than his very thoughts; he could not raise his hand to block or duck away before it struck!
The sensation of time and space being out of sync was unbearable, leaving him to only widen his eyes in terror as the palm landed on the top of his head.
"Smack."
With a casual slap, Yang Ge crushed the head of the man who had slaughtered his comrades like cabbages into his chest; his upper body remained rigidly upright in the snow, not a drop of blood staining him.
Xiao Baoqi and three others—a hooligan, a flea, and dog excrement—arrived just in time to witness this scene.
The four of them involuntarily shrank their necks: "Eek..."
Xiao Baoqi: "How cruel!"
Hooligan: "Is this the world of the strong?"
Dog excrement: "Whose warrior was that?"
Flea: "Looking at his attire, it seems he was from the Five Poisons Cult..."
All four shivered: "Eek..."
Xiao Baoqi: "It’s over!"
Hooligan: "It’s all over!"
Dog excrement: "The fierce tiger descends the mountain!"
Flea: "The dragon emerges from the sea..."
As Yang Ge glided towards the ramparts, all four shut their mouths and put on smiles, jumping up to the city walls. They were about to shower him with flattery when they were stunned by the blooming blood plums below the wall. The compliments they had carefully prepared dissipated, and they shrank their necks like four quails, not daring to utter a sound...
Meanwhile, Fang Ke, seeing Yang Ge flying over, quickly led his lieutenants and banner officers to greet him, making a gesture of respect with his hands folded: "My lord."
Yang Ge’s face darkened as he scanned the gory scene of dismembered bodies in the corridor. He wanted to say something but held back, simply reaching out to straighten Fang Ke’s clothing and said softly, "It’s done. Come to my house later, ah!"
Fang Ke’s body shook, and his face turned pale: "My lord, it wasn’t my intention to cause trouble, but these brutes are too wild, with no regard for the court or our Embroidered Military Guards. I had no choice but to take action against them!"
Just as he finished speaking, one of the lieutenants piped up: "Yes, my lord, Fang mentioned your name..."
Fang Ke, furious, backhanded the man across the face: "How dare you, speaking out of turn in front of the lord!"
The lieutenant realized his mistake and hastily gestured a deep bow, "I misspoke. Please, my lord, punish me!"
Unsatisfied, Fang Ke kicked him down with a thud and turned around, smiling stiffly as he said, "My lord, the brothers below don’t think before they speak—don’t take it to heart. I was also careless, not realizing how savage these killers were. If only I had mentioned your name earlier, we might have avoided bloodshed... My lord, this place is filthy and unworthy of your sight. You should go back first, and as soon as I clean up here, I’ll report to you immediately!"
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