Chapter 130

131. Chapter 131: Entering the City

Li Yi's claim of being the Senior Brother of the Zhao Shiwu Arts School directly filled Han Ping with fear.

What is a Senior Brother of a martial arts school?

That is a true closed-door disciple, the successor of the martial arts school.

One must know that in the past few days, the Han and Jin families had been frantically hunting down the disciples of the Zhao Shiwu Arts School, and no one knew how much blood they had stained their hands with. Now, the Senior Brother of the Zhao Shiwu Arts School had appeared out of thin air, standing behind him, and even pressing him into the chair, unable to move. With such strength and such a situation, how could Han Ping not be desperate?

"Don't move around. If you move, I'll kill you with one punch," Li Yi said coldly.

Han Ping didn't speak, cold sweat already streaming down his forehead, and his hands were gripping the armrests of the grandmaster chair tightly. He wasn't restricted in movement; he could counterattack, but at this moment, he didn't dare to act rashly.

The successor of the Zhao Shiwu Arts School behind him, named Li Yi, just standing there, made him feel like he had thorns on his back, as if a peerless fierce beast was staring at him. Just now, his whole body's strength had been suppressed by one hand. If he acted rashly again, the other party would absolutely kill him without hesitation.

"I ask, you answer. If you hesitate or hide even half a word, your head will blossom," Li Yi said again.

"No, I don't dare." Han Ping's speech was somewhat incoherent at this moment.

He was a Meridian-Cultivating martial artist, after all, and could be considered a figure in Sanyang City. In the absence of Meridian-Opening experts, he could almost walk sideways in the city. But now, his life was easily held in someone else's hands, like an ant, which could be pinched to death at any time.

Li Yi pointed to the people locked in the refined iron cages under the city wall: "Are those all people from my Zhao Shiwu Arts School?"

Han Ping hesitated for a moment, but still bit the bullet and answered truthfully: "Yes, they are core disciples of the Zhao Shiwu Arts School."

"Which forces participated in dealing with the Zhao Shiwu Arts School?" Li Yi continued to ask, but the hand holding him had already exerted force.

Han Ping instantly felt a sharp pain coming from his shoulder, and then a series of bone-cracking sounds kept ringing in his ears. His shoulder blade was actually crushed by one hand.

"The Han and Jin Zhao Shiwu Arts Schools, as well as the City Lord of Sanyang City. Besides that, several large gangs in the city also participated: the Blood Tiger Gang, the Liu family at the canal wharf, the Mighty Escort Agency, the Sun family of the medicine firm, and the Three Great Workshops also had people participating. By the way, the Divine Martial Envoy also got a share..."

He spat out a series of names and forces as soon as he opened his mouth.

These forces were all first-class powerful families in Sanyang City, almost representing the entire Sanyang City.

And the underlying meaning of his words was that it was impossible for your Zhao Shiwu Arts School to get revenge unless you were willing to be an enemy of the entire Sanyang City.

At the same time, the more enemies Han Ping mentioned, the safer he would be.

"I will send all these disciples of the Zhao Shiwu Arts School to you, and prepare twenty fast horses and five hundred taels of gold for you, in exchange for my life. How about it?" Han Ping then offered various benefits, hoping to survive today.

As for the future, that was a matter for the future; he didn't think about it.

"No."

Li Yi refused calmly and coldly.

"Since you won't give me a way to live, then I'll fight you to the death."

At this moment, Han Ping roared, his body's large tendons tightened, and his tendons and bones rang together. Then, in an instant, a terrifying force erupted from within his body. He abandoned one arm, endured the sharp pain, and stood up abruptly. The grandmaster chair beneath him couldn't withstand the eruption of this power and immediately exploded into pieces.

He raised his hand and struck with a palm. This was a killing move of the Han Zhao Shiwu Arts School: the Heart-Destroying Palm.

The Heart-Destroying Palm is not a palm technique, but force.

Once struck, the force can travel along the blood, damaging the heart and lungs. It is vicious and tricky. After martial artists of the same realm fight people from the Han Zhao Shiwu Arts School, they often feel fine after the fight, but a few days later, they will vomit blood and die in the night.

However, Han Ping's desperate counterattack, while brilliant, was unfortunately facing Li Yi.

Li Yi's tall body stood motionless, and he raised his hand to deliver a punch.

It was a seemingly casual punch, but it carried unimaginably terrifying divine strength.

"Boom!"

The force erupted. With just one punch, Han Ping didn't even have a chance to react. The palm he struck, along with his entire arm, exploded into pieces in an instant. The broken bones and flesh mixed together, forming a spraying blood mist that splashed forward.

Then the wild wind whistled.

It blew away the surrounding dust and rolled away the rain canopy above his head.

Han Ping stood stunned in place at this moment. Li Yi's punch stopped beside his head. Although it didn't touch him, the eardrum of one ear had already been torn by the overflowing force, blood kept flowing out, and his head was buzzing.

Such a punch made him lose his mind.

At this moment, he even forgot the pain.

Li Yi didn't kill him, not out of kindness, but because his life still had a little use.

Then he reached out and grabbed his neck, carrying him like a chick, and then walked toward his master with large strides.

At this moment, Zhao Ge's eyes were already red. Together with Skinny Monkey and Rong Niang, he had killed the guards around these iron cages in the shortest possible time, and then immediately rescued the people in the iron cages one by one, because these people locked in the iron cages were all core disciples of his martial arts school, all people who had called him Master for many years.

A few were even those he usually favored.

Seeing the miserable state of these disciples, Zhao Ge's heart was bleeding, and he was furious, wishing he could rush into Sanyang City immediately and kill those enemies as quickly as possible.

"Mas, Master? Is it Master?"

A disciple was rescued. His face was covered in blood, his eyes swollen, and through his blurred vision, he saw the familiar figure in front of him. At this moment, he murmured with a weak breath.

"Zhang Jianfei, good disciple, it's me, it's Master. Master has come to Sanyang City to rescue you."

Zhao Ge's old eyes were filled with tears, and at the same time, his hands and feet were busy. He removed the shackles from Zhang Jianfei's body, took off the iron hooks, and at the same time tried to help him circulate his Qi and blood to stabilize his injuries.

But as soon as he started, he was stunned.

The bones in Zhang Jianfei's limbs were all broken, and all the large tendons in his body were severed. Even if he lived, he would be a cripple in the future, unable to even stand up.

"It's fine that Master is okay. As long as Master is here, the Zhao Shiwu Arts School can be rebuilt. It's a pity that this disciple has no luck and won't see that day. Master, don't waste time on this disciple. This disciple cannot be saved. Let this disciple go." After Zhang Jianfei finished speaking, he groaned and forcefully circulated his last bit of force to shatter his own heart pulse.

Accompanied by the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, he soon lost his breath.

Clearly, he understood that Zhao Ge had returned to Sanyang City for revenge, and he didn't want to drag his master down with his crippled body, so he chose to end his own life.

"Jianfei."

Zhao Ge wept in grief. At this moment, even if he had the heart to stop him, he was powerless, so he could only turn his grief into full-blown anger.

"Senior Brother Zhang Jianfei."

Seeing this, Skinny Monkey also felt extremely uncomfortable. Although his relationship with Zhang Jianfei was average on weekdays, they had lived in the same martial arts school for more than ten years, so they had some feelings for each other.

Rong Niang was stronger, only biting her lip, a flash of grief in her eyes.

She had long known that things would be like this, because it wasn't just Senior Brother Zhang Jianfei who died in this matter; several other junior brothers and sisters had also suffered persecution.

"Rong Niang, Skinny Monkey, hurry up and rescue the other junior brothers and sisters. Tell them not to seek death. Master came here this time to seek justice for them and avenge their shame. Let them all live well; everything will get better." Zhao Ge slowly put down Zhang Jianfei's body at this moment. He stood up like an enraged old lion.

Then Zhao Ge walked toward Han Ping, who was held by Li Yi, and then said angrily: "Han Ping, where did you take the other disciples of my Zhao Shiwu Arts School? If you dare to say a single word of 'no', you will die here right now."

He knew that he, the Meridian-Cultivating master, was not dead, and although the disciples of the Zhao Shiwu Arts School had a miserable end, with some dead and some injured, there was absolutely still a glimmer of survival, all for the sake of being kept as hostages like today.

Only if Zhao Ge died would these captured disciples have absolutely no way to live.

Han Ping's arms were crippled, and blood kept flowing out. At this moment, he couldn't help but sneer miserably: "Good, good, a good Zhao Ge. I didn't expect your Zhao Shiwu Arts School to have a closed-door disciple outside. Everyone calculated everything but didn't calculate this point. Now you want to return to Sanyang City for revenge, right? I won't live today anyway, so I'll give you the bottom line and see if you, Zhao Ge, can turn the tables."

"Some of your other disciples from the Zhao Shiwu Arts School are locked in the dungeon of the Jin family, others are watched by people from the Mighty Escort Agency, and the remaining part is in the hands of our Han family. There are also a few female disciples who were sold into the brothels of the Three Great Workshops. Haha, Zhao Ge, if you really have the ability, go and save them."

"Do you think I, Zhao Ge, am still afraid of those families in Sanyang City today?" Zhao Ge shouted.

He knew that Han Ping deliberately revealed the whereabouts of the other disciples to drag everyone into the water, but now that things had come to this, he couldn't care so much. Killing one family was killing, and killing two families was killing. He might as well stir things up, kill until the blood flowed like a river. Anyway, his old life wasn't worth much, so he might as well make a scene.

"Meng De, send him on his way."

After asking the question, Han Ping also lost his value.

Li Yi nodded and just smashed down with one punch.

Han Ping knelt on the ground with a bang, his head buried deep in the mud, and then his body went limp, and there was no more movement.

"Master, since we have taken action here, the city will soon receive the news. I must hurry to intercept and kill the Meridian-Opening experts, otherwise, things will become very troublesome." After Li Yi killed this Han Ping, he immediately planned to start taking action.

"Good, Meng De, everything is up to you. Rong Niang, follow Meng De closely. I cannot accompany you; I must go to rescue the others from the martial arts school," Zhao Ge said.

Rong Niang nodded and said: "Master, rest assured, I understand what to do."

After Li Yi finished speaking, he immediately mounted his horse, then galloped wildly, crossed the city gate, and rushed directly into Sanyang City.

"Master, letting Senior Brother and Rong Niang go alone, isn't that too reckless... cough cough, Senior Brother has the strength to kill Meridian-Cultivating martial artists, but if he encounters a Meridian-Opening expert, I'm afraid it will be more ominous than auspicious." A disciple who was seriously injured couldn't help but speak at this moment.

Zhao Ge watched the two leave and said slowly: "Han Tianbao and Jin Zhihuan, those two ruffians, although their strength is not bad, it is a pity that today they have encountered a true dragon that has emerged from the world. Today, I will use the blood of those two Meridian-Opening martial artists to help your Senior Brother make a name for himself in Sanyang City."

His heart was full of confidence at this moment.

He had seen Li Yi's punch; it was enough to make martial artists across the world bow their heads. A mere two Meridian-Opening experts were just whetstones and were not worth worrying about.

The other disciples were all astonished when they heard this. Could that Senior Brother's strength really be so terrifying?