Chapter 40: Only Discussing Imperial Law, Not Jiang Hu Morality (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"You are arrogant!" The Saint Son of Kaiyang was inherently an arrogant person; hearing these words, he was so angry his face turned livid.

Pei Shaoqing waved his hand lightly, "Except for the one wearing a mask, kill the other two without exception."

It was very necessary to keep Wang Xianling alive.

Both sides had a foundation for cooperation; if he died here and the Xuanhuang Sect sent another branch helmsman, getting along with that person might not necessarily be as pleasant as it was now.

Wang Xianling was stunned for a moment; no way, I clearly had my face covered, how could you still recognize me!

"It was you who lured the government troops here, right? So you were the one hiding the deepest! Good! You imperial lackey who betrayed the Holy Sect!" The Saint Son of Kaiyang and Zhou Shunqing looked at County Magistrate Wang simultaneously, both shocked and furious, cursing him.

Wang Xianling: "............"

He chose to retreat silently to the side.

To avoid being accidentally injured.

He did want to save Zhou Shunqing, but he couldn't save him; in order to ensure the long-term interests of the Holy Sect in Tongzhou, he had to preserve his own useful life.

Chen Zhongyi waved his large hand, "Fire!"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

In an instant, dozens of crossbow bolts tore through the air.

"Ah!" Zhou Shunqing, who was already severely wounded and had lost his mobility, was turned into a hedgehog on the spot and died with deep resentment.

The Saint Son of Kaiyang shifted his body, holding a folding fan to continuously deflect and dodge the arrows; seeing that the crossbow bolts seemed endless, he gritted his teeth and took the initiative to charge toward Pei Shaoqing.

To capture the bandits, first capture the leader!

Pei Shaoqing stood on his horse, calm and unruffled, revealing a mocking smile as he watched the Saint Son of Kaiyang approaching.

Liu Yuheng, Ye Hanshuang, and Zhao Zhilan, who were standing on the treetops, saw this and immediately swooped down, charging toward the Saint Son of Kaiyang with swords from three different directions.

They forced the Kaiyang Holy Son to fly backward.

The four of them fought into a melee.

Sword Qi flew everywhere, and the sound of metal clashing was incessant.

Women fighting is a beautiful sight, especially women with large breasts, perky buttocks, and long legs; with flowing dark hair and dancing skirts, every gesture revealed a graceful and enchanting figure.

The Kaiyang Holy Son was at the peak of the Energy Condensation Realm, but he had already consumed some internal energy just moments ago; he was completely no match for Liu Yuheng, who was at the early stage of the Roaming Dragon Realm.

Added to that were Zhao Zhilan at the middle stage of the Condensing Qi Realm and Ye Hanshuang at the early stage of the Condensing Qi Realm, so he could only take a beating the entire time.

His hair crown had fallen off, his black hair was flying, and his originally spotless white robe was covered in bloodstains.

"Too bullying! Too bullying!" The Kaiyang Holy Son roared hysterically, the blood energy around his body boiling; his clothes turned into shreds, and his body surged and grew by five feet as if it were being forcibly stretched and pulled upward.

Cracks appeared on the surface of his skin, his flesh was filled with blood vessels, and a thick, bloody stench soared into the sky; he roared with red eyes: "This Holy Son will perish together with you all!"

At this very moment, his entire person looked like a ferocious demon.

"This! What kind of evil art is this!"

"How did he suddenly turn into this ghost-like appearance?"

The surrounding Jing'an Guards were all startled.

"Refining Blood Demon Art!" Wang Xianling exclaimed, shouting to Ye Hanshuang and the others: "This is an evil art that hurts the enemy by a thousand and damages oneself by eight hundred; he hasn't mastered it yet, and although his strength has surged now, he won't last for a quarter of an hour. Heroines, please be careful and drag it out to exhaust him to death."

"Delusional to exhaust me to death? Then let's see who dies first!"

The Kaiyang Holy Son, transformed into a blood-colored little giant, seemed to make the ground shake as he ran; he reached out, grabbed a tree, pulled it up by the roots, and swung it as he charged toward Liu Yuheng.

The three women raised their long swords and took the initiative to meet him.

"Stop, all of you!" Pei Shaoqing suddenly shouted.

In an instant, everyone, including the Kaiyang Holy Son, stopped and looked at him with suspicion and uncertainty.

No, big brother, we are fighting for our lives here.

Pei Shaoqing looked at the Kaiyang Holy Son with a condescending attitude and said indifferently: "The strength you have displayed has won you another possibility. This official asks you, are you willing to abandon darkness for light and pledge allegiance to the imperial court?"

The Kaiyang Holy Son was dumbfounded; if you wanted to recruit me, why didn't you do it earlier? I've already unleashed my ultimate move and only then do you offer recruitment.

Do you know that I will suffer a backlash from using this demon art!

"Consider it; our Jing'an Guard needs talents like you." Pei Shaoqing pointed at Wang Xianling with his horse whip as an example, "Just like him; compared to him, your value is even higher. As long as you nod, high official positions and generous salaries will be yours to take from now on."

The Kaiyang Holy Son hesitated; if he surrendered, his ultimate move would have been wasted, and he would inevitably suffer the price of the backlash.

But if he didn't surrender, he actually had no confidence that he could take down everyone within a quarter of an hour; at most, he could drag a few people down with him, but he would still be unable to escape death in the end.

"If you can live, why seek death?" Pei Shaoqing said faintly: "Better to live a wretched life than to die a good one."

"But how can you guarantee that you won't go back on your word?" the Kaiyang Holy Son asked with a hoarse voice.

He had done things like secretly killing people to drink their blood to practice evil arts and murdering fellow disciples to seize pills, so he naturally felt no psychological pressure about betraying the Xuanhuang Sect to surrender to the imperial court.

Pei Shaoqing laughed, "You asked a very stupid question. You are a Holy Son, after all; how many secrets of the Xuan Sect do you know? Your surrender in my hands is far more meritorious than your death in my hands. What do you think?"

Wang Xianling's expression was uncertain; he had already secretly made up his mind to kill the Kaiyang Holy Son at the first opportunity, otherwise, if he surrendered to the imperial court, the threat to the Holy Sect would be too great.

The Kaiyang Holy Son felt that Pei Shaoqing was right.

Surrendering while alive made him more useful to the Great Zhou imperial court, and for Pei Shaoqing, the merit would be greater.

There was no need to worry about the other party breaking their word.

But he was still hesitant; after all, he had already unleashed his ultimate move, and surrendering just like this felt very stifling.

"You must hurry; it is your own value and your current strength that have won you the qualifications for negotiation. After a quarter of an hour, you won't have this opportunity anymore." Pei Shaoqing pressured him coldly.

In the end, the rationality of wanting to live gained the upper hand.

The Kaiyang Holy Son slowly knelt on one knee and began to disperse his power, his body returning to its normal size, but the backlash he suffered was not light, and his face was as pale as paper.

"I am willing to surrender! I am willing to serve the Emperor!"

"Use the grappling hooks!" Pei Shaoqing roared.

A dozen Peacekeeping Guards put down their crossbows and ran rapidly around the Kaiyang Holy Son; after surrounding him, they took off the steel-forged grappling hooks from their waists and threw them out. Pulling backward, the sharp iron hooks pierced through the Kaiyang Holy Son's shoulder blades and other vital points.

This was the tool used by the Jing'an Guard to capture high-profile criminals.

"Ahhh!"

The Kaiyang Holy Son was caught off guard.

He struggled instinctively, but the more he struggled, the more excruciating the pain became; covered in blood, his collarbones had already been forcibly pulled out halfway, and he had completely become a bloody mess.

This sudden turn of events left Wang Xianling, Liu Yuheng, and the others stunned; no way, they had just persuaded him to surrender and now they were turning hostile, there was absolutely no basic integrity at all.

Even they felt this was truly too shameless.

However, Chen Zhongyi and the other Jing'an Guards did not feel there was anything improper about it; this was what Lord Pei called "all is fair in war."

The Kaiyang Holy Son's eyes were bloodshot and splitting, and he roared hysterically: "You go back on your word! You have no sense of martial honor!"

"Hmph! There is no need to speak of martial honor with an evil heretic like you." Pei Shaoqing pulled on his reins and gave a contemptuous smile, saying righteously: "Besides, I am an official of the imperial court; I only speak of the law, not of honor."

Of course, speaking of the law was something he only did to others.

He himself never followed it.

Pei Shaoqing reached out his hand and shouted: "Bring the crossbow!"

Chen Zhongyi immediately presented a Broken Gang Crossbow.

"Ahhh!" The Kaiyang Holy Son trembled all over from the pain, sweat pouring down like rain, and he howled: "You said that I am more valuable to the imperial court alive, and that your merit would be greater; spare me, I beg you to spare me."

"You are more valuable to the imperial court alive, but you are more valuable to this official dead; as for merit, this official has never been greedy." Pei Shaoqing unhurriedly loaded the crossbow bolt, aimed at the Kaiyang Holy Son, and pulled the trigger.

How could he possibly leave an enemy behind for himself?

"Whoosh!"

The crossbow bolt pierced the air, striking him directly between the eyebrows.

The Kaiyang Holy Son fell to the ground, his face full of resentment and unwillingness.

Song Youcai immediately shouted: "My Lord is a master archer!"

"Congratulations to my Lord for personally slaying the rebel of the Xuan Sect!"

"My Lord has excellent marksmanship!"

All sorts of flattery and cheers followed one after another.

"Hahahaha! Hahahahaha!" Pei Shaoqing held the crossbow in one hand and laughed toward the sky, tossed the crossbow to Chen Zhongyi, pulled his reins to spur his horse away, and ordered without looking back, "Collect the rebel's corpse, return to the city."

"As you command!"

"Giddyap! Giddyap!"

The Jing'an Guards rode off one after another, and the three of Liu Yuheng also used their light-body techniques to step on the tree branches and leave the scene, leaving only the ignored Wang Xianling standing blankly in place.

The Kaiyang Holy Son had poisoned his fellow disciples to seize a spirit pill, and in the end, like Zhou Shunqing, he died at the hands of the Peacekeeping Guard.

And the spirit pill fell into the hands of Pei Shaoqing.

Everything that happened today was too chaotic; he did not even know how to report it to the main headquarters properly.

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