[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-after-the-sky-fell":3,"chapter-after-the-sky-fell-after-the-sky-fell-chapter-132":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","After the Sky Fell",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2280988,4462,"Chapter 132","after-the-sky-fell-chapter-132",132,"\u003Cp>131. Chapter 131: Entering the City\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yi’s mention of being the senior disciple of Zhao Shiwu instantly filled Han Ping with dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is a senior disciple of a martial arts school?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That is a true inner-door disciple, the heir to the school’s legacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Know that these past days, the Han and Jin families have been frenziedly hunting down Zhao Shiwu’s disciples, their hands stained with countless bloods; now, the senior disciple of Zhao Shiwu has appeared out of nowhere, standing right behind him, pinning him to the chair, immobile—such power, such a situation—how could Han Ping not be utterly hopeless?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t move. Move once, and I’ll punch you to death,” Li Yi said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Ping said nothing; cold sweat streamed down his forehead, his hands gripping the armrests of the high-backed chair tightly. He wasn’t restrained—he could strike back—but he dared not move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man behind him, Li Yi, the Zhao Shiwu heir, merely standing there, made him feel like thorns were pricking his back—as if a legendary monster were staring at him. Just moments ago, his entire body’s power had been crushed by a single hand; if he dared move again, the other would kill him without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I ask, you answer. Hesitate or hide even a fraction, and your head explodes.” Li Yi spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“N-no, I dare not,” Han Ping stammered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a Blood Refining martial artist, a notable figure in San Yang City; with no Qigong experts around, he could practically walk the streets with impunity—but now his life was held lightly in another’s hand, like an ant, Suishikebeiqiasi .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yi pointed to the iron cages below the wall: “Are those all Zhao Shiwu’s people?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Ping hesitated, then forced himself to answer truthfully: “Yes, they are Zhao Shiwu’s core disciples.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Which factions attacked Zhao Shiwu?” Li Yi pressed, tightening his grip on Han Ping’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Ping instantly felt searing pain in his shoulder, followed by a continuous series of cracking bones—he had been crushed by a single hand, his scapula shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Han and Jin martial schools, the Prefect of San Yang City, plus several major gangs: Blood Tiger Gang, the Liu family at the canal docks, Wei Wu Escort Agency, the Sun family of the medicine trade, and even the Three Great Brothels sent men. Oh, and the Divine Martial Envoy took a share too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spat out a string of names and factions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were the top-tier powerful families of San Yang City—the very representatives of the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His unspoken meaning was clear: you Zhao Shiwu cannot seek revenge unless you’re willing to stand against all of San Yang City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more enemies he named, the safer he felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll give you all these Zhao Shiwu disciples, twenty fast horses, five hundred taels of gold—in exchange for my life. What do you say?” Han Ping added more incentives, hoping to survive today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the future—he didn’t think about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yi rejected him calmly and coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you won’t give me a way to live, then I’ll fight you to the death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Han Ping roared, his sinews taut, bones resonating; a terrifying force erupted from his body. He abandoned one arm, endured the agony, surged to his feet—and the high-backed chair beneath him shattered instantly under the explosion of power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hand and struck—a killing technique of the Han family: Crushed Heart Palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crushed Heart Palm was not a palm technique—it was force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When struck, the force traveled through the blood, destroying the heart and lungs—cruel, cunning, and deadly. Martial artists of the same realm who fought Han family members often felt fine after the fight—but days later, they would cough up blood and die in their sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Han Ping’s desperate counterattack, though brilliant, was useless against Li Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yi stood tall, unmoving, and raised one fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked casual—but carried unimaginable divine power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force exploded. One punch—and Han Ping had no chance to react. His palm and entire arm shattered instantly, bone and flesh mixing into a spray of blood mist that splattered forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a gale howled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It scattered the dust around, ripped away the canopy overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Ping froze in place. Li Yi’s fist hovered beside his head, not touching—but the blast of residual force had torn his eardrum; blood trickled steadily, his skull ringing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a punch left him stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, he forgot even the pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yi didn’t kill him—not out of mercy, but because this man still had some use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed Han Ping’s throat like a chicken, lifted him effortlessly, and strode toward his Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ge’s eyes were bloodshot. With Shouhou and Rongniang, he had killed the guards around the iron cages in the shortest time possible, then freed each prisoner inside—every one of them a core disciple of his school, all of whom had called him Master for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were even his favorites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his disciples’ suffering, Zhao Ge’s heart bled; he was furious beyond control, burning to storm into San Yang City and slaughter every enemy immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“M-Master? Is that you, Master?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One disciple, freed, his face caked in blood, eyes swollen, squinted through blurred vision at the familiar figure before him, whispering weakly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Jianfei, good disciple—it’s me, your Master. I’ve come to San Yang City to rescue you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ge’s old eyes filled with tears as he hurriedly removed the man’s shackles and iron hooks, trying to guide his blood and Qi to stabilize his injuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as soon as he touched him, he froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jianfei’s limbs were shattered, his major sinews severed—he would live, but forever crippled, unable to even stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master is safe—that’s all that matters. As long as Master lives, Zhao Shiwu can be rebuilt. But this disciple has no fortune to see that day. Master, don’t waste time on me—I’m beyond saving. Let me go.” Zhang Jianfei finished, groaned, and forced his last surge of power to snap his own heart meridian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood trickled from his lips; soon, he was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, he understood: Zhao Ge had returned to San Yang City for revenge—and he refused to become a burden. He chose death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jianfei.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ge wept in grief, powerless to stop him, his sorrow turning into raging fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior Brother Zhang Jianfei.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shouhou, seeing this, was heartbroken. Though he and Zhang Jianfei had never been close, they had lived in the same school for over a decade—there was some bond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rongniang was stronger; she bit her lip, a flicker of sorrow in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had expected this. Zhang Jianfei wasn’t the only disciple who had died—several others had suffered the same fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rongniang, Shouhou—free the other brothers. Tell them not to die. I came here to seek justice, to avenge you. Live. Everything will get better.” Zhao Ge gently laid Zhang Jianfei’s body down, then rose like a furious old lion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strode toward Han Ping, captured by Li Yi, and roared: “Han Ping, where did you hide my other Zhao Shiwu disciples? Say one word of falsehood, and you die right here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew: as long as he, the Qigong Sect Master, lived, Zhao Shiwu’s disciples—even if wounded or captured—still had a sliver of hope. They were kept alive as hostages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when Zhao Ge died would those captured disciples have no chance left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Ping’s arms were ruined, blood flowing uncontrollably; he let out a bitter laugh: “Good, good, Zhao Ge! Who knew Zhao Shiwu still had an inner-door senior disciple out there? Everyone calculated everything—but none predicted this. Now you’ve returned to seek revenge? I’m already dead anyway—so I’ll tell you the truth. See if you can still turn the tide.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Some of your Zhao Shiwu disciples are locked in the Jin family’s dungeon. Others are guarded by Wei Wu Escort Agency. The rest are in our Han family’s hands. A few female disciples were sold into the brothels of the Three Great Brothels. Ha! Zhao Ge—if you’re truly capable, go save them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think I, Zhao Ge, fear those families in San Yang City today?” Zhao Ge roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Han Ping revealed the locations deliberately to drag everyone into the conflict—but it no longer mattered. Kill one family? Kill two? He might as well turn the city upside down, drown it in blood. His old life was worthless anyway—he’d make a final uproar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Meng De, send him on his way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the questions, Han Ping had no more value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yi nodded, and struck once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Ping crashed to his knees, his head buried deep in the dirt, then slumped—motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, we’ve drawn attention here. The city will learn of this soon. I must move quickly to intercept Qigong experts—otherwise, things will get messy.” After killing Han Ping, Li Yi immediately prepared to act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, Meng De—I leave everything to you. Rongniang, stay close to Meng De. I can’t go with you—I must rescue the others of the school.” Zhao Ge said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rongniang nodded: “Master, I understand what to do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yi mounted his horse at once and galloped away, crossing the city gate and charging straight into San Yang City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, sending only Senior Brother and Rongniang—isn’t that too reckless? Senior Brother can kill Blood Refiners, but if he meets a Qigong expert, he’ll likely die.” A severely wounded disciple couldn’t help speaking up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ge watched them leave, then said slowly: “Han Tianbao, Jin Zhihuan—they’re strong, but today they’ve met a true dragon rising from nowhere. Today, I’ll use their Qigong blood to make your Senior Brother’s name echo through San Yang City.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt absolute confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen Li Yi’s fist—it could force all martial artists to bow. Two Qigong experts? Merely whetstones. Not worth worrying over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other disciples stared in shock—could their Senior Brother truly be that terrifying?\u003C\u002Fp>",1646,"2026-06-20T01:26:56.586Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","665cbc12535a68b42b08fb16db5433bca6bb3aeb02b216320bfa66c93cc2f6f4","after-the-sky-fell-chapter-133","after-the-sky-fell-chapter-131",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-the-sky-fell-cover.jpg"]