Chapter 138

139. Chapter 139: Liquidation (Alliance Leader Bonus: Coriander, It's All Yours)

During the time Li Yi killed Jin Zhihuan, the master of the Jin family, on the other side, Master Zhao Ge, along with Thin Monkey and Zhao Qian, followed the information extracted under duress and began visiting the various forces in the city one by one. His goal was simple: to rescue the disciples who were still alive.

These disciples were all core disciples of the Zhao Shiwu Arts School, loyal and usable. Zhao Ge could never abandon them.

For the first stop, Zhao Ge came to the location of the Jin family's dungeon. The reason he came here was that fighting sounds had already come from the Jin Zhao Shiwu Arts School, so the defenses here must be empty. At most, there were only one or two Blood Cultivation martial artists sitting in charge. To him, they couldn't become a threat. After all, even if his serious injuries hadn't healed, killing a few Blood Cultivation martial artists was easy.

Accompanied by several screams echoing.

The dungeon was instantly breached. Zhao Ge threw punches and killed; no one could stop him. Some Jin family disciples even retreated quickly just by seeing his appearance.

"Father, will Big Brother Yi be alright over there? Should I take the sniper rifle to support him? After all, Big Brother Yi is facing a Meridian Cultivation expert."

At this moment, Zhao Qian walked into the dungeon with her master and Thin Monkey, but she was concerned about Li Yi's safety outside.

"No need. Meng De's strength is very strong, and with my guidance, killing that old dog Jin Zhihuan is no problem at all. Moreover, Meng De also intends to use the blood of a Meridian Cultivation martial artist to temper his own fist intent. If he brought firearms and had something to rely on in his heart, it wouldn't achieve the effect of tempering." Zhao Ge said.

"Furthermore, this firearm is a trump card and cannot be revealed until the critical moment. Who knows how many enemies we have this time? We must keep some backups. Daughter, the firearm in your hand must be hidden. Now, I don't know how many eyes are watching us in the open and in the dark. Once they know this is a sharp weapon capable of shooting and killing Meridian Cultivation experts, who wouldn't want it? If the imperial court covets it then, it will be troublesome."

"Father, daughter understands." Zhao Qian nodded.

The sniper rifle in her hand was a trump card for survival, but it could also become a death warrant for everyone. If it attracted martial artists from the upper three realms, they would be finished.

Therefore, Zhao Ge was very cautious about the sniper rifle; unless absolutely necessary, it must not be used.

Soon.

Several people arrived at the dungeon and found more than ten Zhao Shiwu Arts School disciples locked in the dungeon. Their condition was slightly better than those outside the city, but they had also been tortured until they were bloody and bruised. The only fortunate thing was that their great tendons hadn't been cut, and their limbs were still intact. If they recuperated and adjusted well, they could still become the pillars of the martial arts school in the future.

"Master, is it Master? It's really Master. I didn't see wrong."

"Great, Master, you came to save us."

"Master."

Seeing Zhao Ge's arrival, these disciples immediately became emotional, and a bright light of hope appeared in their eyes.

"Good, you are all still alive. Good, you are all good ones. You don't have to worry anymore. Master is here. Everything will be better in the future." Zhao Ge smiled at this moment. Seeing that these people were fine, he felt a bit of comfort in his heart.

"Thin Monkey, open the door and rescue these senior brothers and sisters of yours."

"Alright, Master." Thin Monkey didn't wait for the words to finish, and immediately took action. He used the precious blade at his waist to hack open the cell door and unlock the shackles.

In less than a moment, all ten or so Zhao Shiwu Arts School disciples here were rescued.

"Master still needs to rescue other people now and cannot stay here to take care of you. You should suffer for a while. After today's events are over, I will take you back to the martial arts school." Zhao Ge said at this moment. He knew that time was tight now and he couldn't spend too long here.

"Master, beware of the Meridian Cultivation experts of the Jin Zhao Shiwu Arts School and the Han Zhao Shiwu Arts School. They have been looking for Master's whereabouts." One disciple reminded quickly.

Thin Monkey on the side chuckled; "Don't worry. After today, there will be no Jin Zhao Shiwu Arts School or Han Zhao Shiwu Arts School in this Sanyang City. Master brought Big Brother back this time. Big Brother's strength is powerful and is avenging us. All these enemies who offended us will die."

"Big Brother? Thin Monkey, what's going on? Tell me in more detail." One disciple asked.

"I can't talk to you anymore now. I'll tell you in detail later. Senior brothers and junior brothers, take care of yourselves first. You will know everything tomorrow." Thin Monkey said.

Soon.

He left the dungeon with Zhao Ge and Zhao Qian.

After rescuing this batch of disciples, Zhao Ge's mood was obviously much better, and then he rode away again: "Go to the Wei Wu Biaoju. Master has some friendship with the Chief Biaotou of the Wei Wu Biaoju. Master wants to see what kind of end our Zhao Shiwu Arts School disciples will have if they fall into his hands. If that guy kicks us while we are down, don't blame Master for being heartless and killing him personally."

Riding fast, the three headed straight for the Wei Wu Biaoju.

Soon, after passing through several streets.

A steady and imposing gate appeared before their eyes. On this gate hung a plaque with gold-painted characters: Wei Wu Biaoju.

"Zhao Ge, Master of the Zhao Shiwu Arts School, has come to visit the Chief Biaotou of the Wei Wu Biaoju. Hu Weiyuan, please come out to see me." Just as he reined in his horse, Zhao Ge roared with force, his voice like a tiger's roar, as if it could pierce gold and crack stone, instantly echoing over the entire Biaoju.

All the disciples of the entire Wei Wu Biaoju heard this long roar, and many were shocked, their faces changing greatly.

However, such a major event suddenly happened in Sanyang City today. The Wei Wu Escort Agency had more or less received some news. After all, the whole city had been paying attention to the destruction of the Zhao Family Martial Arts School recently, and also paying attention to whether the Zhao Family Martial Arts School could reorganize and avenge the blood feud.

After all, Zhao Ge, the Meridian Cultivation master, had not died, and the banner had not fallen; there might still be a chance to turn things around.

Zhao Ge was also polite before resorting to force this time. He didn't want to ruin the previous friendship. After all, the words of the enemy were not credible. If the people of the Wei Wu Biaoju hadn't kicked them while they were down, wouldn't it be his fault for being so reckless and attacking the door?

He was truly experienced and acted steadily without being reckless.

As his long roar echoed, about ten breaths later, the gate of the Wei Wu Biaoju slowly opened.

At this moment, Hu Weiyuan, the Chief Escort inside the Escort Agency, led a group of escort guards out quickly. Clearly, they were also prepared, having determined that Zhao Ge would definitely come here once he showed his face.

"Hu Weiyuan has met Master Zhao." A sturdy middle-aged man in his early thirties, wearing tight clothes, clasped his fists and saluted.

Zhao Ge looked at Hu Weiyuan and felt a different aura on him, his face moving slightly: "Your blood-Qi is restrained? This is a sign of Blood Cultivation entering the Meridian. Your strength has broken through to the Meridian Cultivation realm?"

Hu Weiyuan smiled and said: "Sanyang City has encountered great changes. My Wei Wu Escort Agency is in the middle of it and cannot avoid being affected. Under such circumstances, I simply took a gamble and broke through to the Meridian. This time, my luck wasn't bad, and I really succeeded. However, in front of a long-famed expert like Master Zhao, a newcomer like me who has just entered the Meridian is not worth mentioning."

"Those enemies knew that I was on good terms with your Wei Wu Biaoju. As the Chief Biaotou, you were afraid of being liquidated, so you broke through to the Meridian under pressure. You truly have courage." Zhao Ge's eyes flickered, and he immediately guessed the cause and effect, then immediately said: "Before entering the city, my closing-door disciple killed a Blood Cultivation martial artist of the Jin family. From him, I learned that many of my Zhao Shiwu Arts School disciples fell into the hands of the Wei Wu Biaoju. I want to know if this is true or false?"

Closing-door disciple, killed a Blood Cultivation martial artist of the Jin family?

In one sentence, the key information revealed made Hu Weiyuan stunned, and then he immediately associated it with many things.

When did Zhao Ge have a closing-door disciple? Why didn't he know?

Moreover, this closing-door disciple could kill a Blood Cultivation martial artist as soon as he appeared. That strength was not trivial. Coupled with Zhao Ge's return to Sanyang City for revenge this time, if he relied solely on his own strength, he would definitely not be able to do it. After all, everyone knew that Zhao Ge's spirit was injured, his strength had dropped greatly, and he might not even be able to produce heart-blood.

In such a broken state, let alone revenge, the moment he returned to Sanyang City, he would definitely be targeted by the other Meridian Cultivation experts and killed directly.

But Zhao Ge came so grandly. Being so abnormal, there was only one possibility: he had something to rely on, and that reliance was most likely that closing-door eldest disciple.

"Could it be that the strength of that closing-door eldest disciple he mentioned has already reached the Meridian Cultivation level?" Suddenly, a shocking conjecture appeared in Hu Yuanwei's mind.

If that were really the case, it would be truly incredible.

Two Meridian Cultivation experts in one school.

Only with such strength would they be qualified to return to Sanyang City for revenge. Otherwise, Sanyang City would be a ghost gate for Zhao Ge and others.

Thinking of this, Hu Yuanwei immediately said: "Master Zhao, there are indeed ten or so disciples from your school visiting my Biaoju, but I have not hurt a single hair of Master Zhao's disciples. These days, I have treated them with courtesy. It's just a pity that my strength is insufficient, and I am powerless. I couldn't help Master Zhao take care of more disciples during the time Master Zhao was away. Ten or so is already the limit of my Wei Wu Biaoju."

After speaking, he sighed helplessly.

"Oh, is that really so?" Zhao Ge was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Hu Yuanwei not to kick them while they were down, but instead to extend a helping hand in a time of crisis.

"If Master Zhao doesn't believe it, you will know at a glance." Hu Yuanwei immediately gestured.

But Zhao Ge narrowed his eyes, riding on his horse without any action.

Hu Yuanwei also reacted immediately, patted his head, and smiled: "Sorry, sorry, I was careless. Someone, go and invite the disciples of the Zhao Shiwu Arts School out. Tell them Master Zhao is back and let them come out to reunite."

After an escort guard received the order, he immediately ran toward the Escort Agency.

Before long, a series of footsteps were heard rushing toward this side.

Zhao Ge looked up and really saw ten or so core disciples of the martial arts school appearing before him safe and sound. His heart was suddenly happy, and at the same time, he understood that Hu Yuanwei, the Chief Biaotou, had truly sent charcoal in the snow, and it wasn't fake.

"Master." Seeing Zhao Ge, these disciples immediately showed joy.

Zhao Ge nodded and immediately shouted: "Yuan Tianfei, you are the oldest among all the disciples. Now, if you still consider me your master, listen to my orders. Take all the junior brothers and rush to the dungeon of the Jin Zhao Shiwu Arts School, gather the other disciples, and then station yourselves in the Jin Zhao Shiwu Arts School. Guard the inner treasury, pharmacy, and armory of the Jin Zhao Shiwu Arts School well."

"Yes, Master, but..." A young martial artist in his twenties immediately clasped his fists and saluted, but then hesitated.

"No need to worry. The sitting martial artist of the Jin family and that old dog Jin Zhihuan have already been killed by your eldest senior brother. Now the Jin family has no leader and is estimated to be in chaos. If you ten or so people raise the banner of the Zhao Shiwu Arts School, the remnants of the Jin Zhao Shiwu Arts School will surely scatter like beasts and birds, not daring to do anything to you."

Zhao Ge said immediately.

When he left earlier, he had already heard the thunderous explosion of Li Yi's fist force. Now that he thought about it, the matter on his side had been handled almost completely, just in time to send people to take over the school.

"Yes, Master." Yuan Tianfei was overjoyed when he heard this.

He never expected that the sitting master and the school master of the Jin Zhao Shiwu Arts School were both dead. This was truly a world-shaking major event.

"What are you still standing here for? Move immediately." Zhao Ge scolded.

Hearing this, the disciples clasped their fists and received the order.

At this moment, Hu Yuanwei immediately stepped forward and said: "I still have some good horses in my Biaoju, just right to send to Master Zhao, to facilitate the actions of Master Zhao's disciples. You go, hurry up and lead the horses out, don't delay."

Immediately, several escort guards ran back to the Escort Agency quickly to lead the horses.

Zhao Ge narrowed his eyes slightly: "Chief Escort, you have seen the situation. My Zhao Family Martial Arts School has produced a true dragon. Now returning to Sanyang City, not only to avenge the blood feud, but also to seize the school and set up the banner. The Jin Family Martial Arts School is finished. What remains is the Han Family Martial Arts School. Afterward, the Three Great Workshops and the shipping wharf, my Zhao Family Martial Arts School will liquidate them one by one."

Hu Yuanwei's expression tightened, secretly saying "as expected."

Zhao Ge's appearance this time was not only to avenge, but also to sweep away these forces and take the entire Sanyang City. The ambition was very great.

"Chief Biaotou, you have grace toward our Zhao Shiwu Arts School. Why don't you join forces with me today? After the matter is accomplished, I, Zhao Ge, swear that the shipping wharf and the pharmacy will belong to you. My Zhao Shiwu Arts School will not touch half a cent." Zhao Ge opened his mouth and sent out a big gift.

You must know that the shipping wharf and the pharmacy were existences that earned gold every day.

But at this moment, Zhao Ge was in need of allies, so he drew a big cake and promised various benefits. After all, they were too weak, and even if they gathered the disciples, it would be difficult to achieve great things.

"Master Zhao is so confident?" Hu Yuanwei's eyes moved slightly, clearly weighing whether to step into this muddy water.

After all, in the face of great changes, if you take the wrong step, you will implicate the whole family.

"Haha."

Zhao Ge laughed loudly: "My closing-door eldest disciple is peerless in courage, born with dragon tendons and tiger bones. At this moment, he has already killed that old dog Jin Zhihuan. If you and I join forces, plus my closing-door eldest disciple, there will be three Meridian Cultivation experts. Do you think the great cause cannot be accomplished?"

Hearing this, Hu Yuanwei's palms moved slightly, and he felt inexplicably excited in his heart.

If that were really the case, they could really take Sanyang City and sweep away all those old-school forces.

At that time, the Zhao Family Martial Arts School would be the only one, and he could successfully take the shipping and pharmacy businesses. Coupled with the Escort Business, maybe he could raise one or two Meridian Cultivation experts in the future.

The family business accumulated by the Wei Wu Biaoju over three generations was not as good as a fight today.

"If I refuse Master Zhao's good intentions, wouldn't I be ungrateful? How about this, my Wei Wu Escort Agency's one hundred or so escort guards will accompany Master Zhao's disciples to the Jin Family Martial Arts School. If we can really successfully take the Jin Family Martial Arts School, then from now on, my Wei Wu Escort Agency will follow Master Zhao's lead." Hu Yuanwei said.

Although tempted, he hadn't been blinded by profit. He wanted to see if that old thing Jin Zhihuan had really been killed by the eldest senior brother of the Zhao Shiwu Arts School.

If it were true, then Hu Yuanwei was willing to bet the Wei Wu Biaoju on a big gamble.

If he remained neutral at this time, no matter who the winner was in the future, he would be suppressed. That would truly not be worth it.

"Good, Yuan Tianfei, you will accompany the Chief Biaotou to the Jin Zhao Shiwu Arts School later." Zhao Ge ordered.

"Yes, Master."

Yuan Tianfei was happy again. If everything went smoothly, they would have another Meridian Cultivation expert on their side. The Zhao Shiwu Arts School was really going to rise again.

Zhao Ge said again: "Chief Biaotou, after the matter is finished, please rush to help me take over the Han Zhao Shiwu Arts School immediately. My disciple is estimated to have already attacked the door. After you arrive, the matter will be almost over. I still have to go to the Three Great Workshops to rescue other martial arts school disciples, so I will excuse myself here."

After speaking, he arched his hands, then turned the horse's head, and then galloped away in one direction.

"Wish all senior brothers a smooth journey." Thin Monkey said loudly, then also left on horseback.

Zhao Qian didn't speak, just clasped her hands to everyone and followed.

After Yuan Tianfei watched his master leave, the excitement on his face did not diminish. He roared: "All junior brothers, be prepared. We are going to save others and then station ourselves in the Jin Zhao Shiwu Arts School."

Everyone shouted in unison, equally excited.

The suppression of many days was released today. How could they not be happy to avenge their grievances?

Hu Yuanwei, the Chief Biaotou on the side, did not drag his feet at this moment, immediately mobilized manpower, prepared fast horses, and headed straight for the Jin Family Biaoju.

Only a moment had passed.

More than a hundred people rode fast horses and surged out.

Soon.

A group of people had already arrived on the street in front of the Jin Zhao Shiwu Arts School.

Looking from a distance, they saw that the street was in chaos. In one place, several corpses were lying. The gate of the Jin Zhao Shiwu Arts School didn't know who had smashed half of it. It seemed that just before, a tragic battle had occurred here. Someone had killed all the way from the south and killed directly into the Jin family's martial arts school.

"Chief Biaotou, I am going to the Jin family dungeon. I will trouble you with the matter here."

Seeing this scene, Yuan Tianfei knew that his master's words were true. The Jin Zhao Shiwu Arts School was indeed finished.

But compared to taking over the martial arts school, rescuing fellow disciples was more important.

"Good, I will prepare the great medicine in the Jin Zhao Shiwu Arts School for everyone. I believe your martial arts school disciples will be able to use it later." Hu Yuanwei nodded, then rode his horse forward.

Yuan Dafei said thank you and left with others from another street.

And Hu Yuanwei became more shocked as he went forward.

The corpses on the ground didn't know what kind of divine power had shattered them, actually splashing blood mist all over the wall.

From the situation at the scene, it was not difficult to judge that several Bone Cultivation experts had died in one encounter.

Afterward, when he arrived at the gate of the Jin Zhao Shiwu Arts School, he saw several familiar corpses.

"Chief Escort, look, it's Jin Da Dao, the sitting expert of the Jin Family Martial Arts School. He was also killed." An escort guard pointed to a headless corpse and said hurriedly.

"It really is Jin Da Dao's corpse. He didn't even have time to draw his blade before he died... What a fierce punch. One punch and the head exploded. The strike was fast, accurate, and ruthless. Let's go in and take a look." Hu Yuanwei was secretly shocked. Before he broke through to the Meridian, he was definitely not the opponent of this Jin Da Dao.

He didn't expect such a character to die just like that, as if he had been casually cleared away by someone as a miscellaneous soldier.

A group of people rushed into the Jin Zhao Shiwu Arts School on horseback. At this moment, most of the people in the martial arts school had fled. Only a small number of maids, servant girls, and servants were desperately scraping some money, wanting to loot during the fire.

"Take some people and control the martial arts school. Don't let people cause chaos." Hu Yuanwei scolded.

Immediately, dozens of escort guards dispersed in teams, subdued all the people causing chaos in the martial arts school, and then headed straight for the pharmacy, armory, and other important places of the martial arts school. These places were the family foundation of a martial arts school and could not be lost.

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And after giving the order, Hu Yuanwei immediately turned off his horse and walked toward a direction in the front courtyard.

Soon.

He arrived in front of a headless corpse.

This corpse was withered and shriveled, as if it had exhausted all its blood-Qi, appearing somewhat strange.

"It is indeed Jin Zhihuan's corpse."

Hu Yuanwei was silent for a moment, then squatted down to touch the heart position of the corpse, but saw that the heart was shriveled and sunken, and his face condensed: "Before Jin Zhihuan died, he had already used his heart-blood. This old thing relied on that mouthful of heart-blood to restore his strength to its peak, fought with others to the limit, and exhausted all his blood-Qi. Only then was he killed on the spot fair and square."

"Who exactly is that eldest senior brother under Zhao Ge? He is so fierce."

He stood up again and looked at the fighting traces around him.

The ground was a mess, blade marks everywhere, fist force scattered.

Just standing in the middle of this battle, one could imagine how tragic the slaughter was.

"I am not as good as that eldest senior brother of the Zhao Shiwu Arts School."

After a brief moment of contemplation, Hu Yuanwei felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.

If such fist force raged on him, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold on for ten breaths.

Although Jin Zhihuan of the Wind-Listening Blade was old, when he recovered his peak, he was a top-notch expert in Sanyang City, and the blade in his hand had also drunk the blood of Meridian Cultivation martial artists. But such a character was hammered to death alive, which showed how fierce the opponent was.

"So now that eldest senior brother has gone to settle accounts with the Han family? The next person to die is Han Tianbao..."

Hu Yuanwei felt an inexplicable palpitation in his heart. He wanted to see what kind of character dared to kill into Sanyang City alone, seizing two schools in one day and killing two Meridian Cultivation experts.

Thinking of this, he immediately scolded: "Bring two teams and follow me to the Han Zhao Shiwu Arts School. The rest, hand over immediately after the Zhao Shiwu Arts School people arrive. Do not covet any property. Those who violate the order will have their hands cut off."

Immediately, twenty escort guards were ready.

"Set off."

Hu Yuanwei did not continue to linger here. Since what Zhao Ge said was true, he also had to go and wave the flag for the eldest senior brother of the Zhao Shiwu Arts School, support the scene, and by the way, take over the Han Zhao Shiwu Arts School.

After handling these things, he could then calmly share the shipping and pharmacy businesses.