Chapter 219: Let Her Go

Isn't that too reckless?

Zhang Jun also felt a hint of hesitation in his heart.

But as soon as he thought that Liu Qingxue might be suffering, that hint of hesitation was instantly crushed.

Never mind whether it's a dragon's pool or a tiger's den, I'm definitely going to barge in today!

"Xue'er, Elder Brother Tie Shan, you guys handle the outer perimeter. Watch your safety; if anything changes, don't worry about me, retreat first." Zhang Jun's voice was low, yet carried an unquestionable resolve: "This muddy water, I'll wade through it myself!"

"Jun'er!" Tie Shan panicked.

Lin Xue didn't say much, just silently took out a bunch of bottles and jars from her medicine pouch and began quickly mixing something.

She understood Zhang Jun.

At times like this, persuasion is useless.

Seeing this, Murong Wanqing clenched her teeth, turned and walked out, saying: "Wait for me half an hour!"

Not long after, Murong Wanqing returned, beads of fine sweat on her forehead, and she stuffed a hand-drawn simple map and a few small porcelain vials into Zhang Jun's hands.

"This is a topographic map of the area near the abandoned factory; I've marked several possible ambush points and emergency escape routes. This is our Murong Family's specially made 'Pure Spirit Pill', which can cure all poisons. This is a signal device; in an emergency, crush it, and I'll bring people right away!"

She looked at Zhang Jun, her eyes complex: "You… be careful yourself."

Midnight.

Dark moon, high wind—a night for killing.

The abandoned textile factory, like a beast crouching in the darkness, exuded an ominous aura.

Inside the factory grounds, shadows flitted about—dozens of black-clad figures wielding sharp blades lurked like ghosts in every corner, cold light flashing, killing intent palpable.

Several of those auras were exceptionally strong, clearly masters at the Transformation Energy level.

This showdown was fiercer than the aunties fighting over discounted eggs at the market.

Zhang Jun entered the factory gates alone.

His expression was calm, but his eyes shone frighteningly bright, like a lone wolf in the dark night.

"You came?"

A gloomy, sinister voice echoed from deep within the workshop.

Soon after, several lanterns were lit, illuminating an open space in the center of the workshop.

A dozen or so black-clad men escorted a middle-aged man with a sinister face out slowly.

That middle-aged man had a hooked nose, triangular eyes, and a cruel smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

He stared at Zhang Jun with a venomous gaze, as if wanting to devour him alive.

"Fang Family?" Zhang Jun raised an eyebrow.

This brat's eyebrows and eyes bore a resemblance to that Fang Zijie whom he had once crippled.

"Heh, good eyesight!" the middle-aged man clapped his hands, saying, "I am Fang Zhenyue, Fang Zijie is my unworthy nephew. You destroyed the Fang Family's foundation and killed its descendants; this blood debt will be settled today!"

Sure enough, remnants of the Fang Family!

Zhang Jun wondered, how could these guys be like stones in a latrine—stubborn and stinky, never ending?

Moreover, judging by the situation, Fang Zhenyue probably has ties with that so-called 'Shadow' organization.

Otherwise, with just that bit of remaining Fang Family strength, where would they get the guts to cause such a commotion in Yanjing City?

"If you want my techniques and secrets, just say it straight—why beat around the bush and drag a woman into this?" Zhang Jun's tone was indifferent, but his eyes sliced across Fang Zhenyue's face like a blade.

"Hmph! Still tough even at death's door!" Fang Zhenyue's face darkened. "That bitch Liu Qingxue is just bait! Using her to lure you out counts as her dying worthily!"

Saying that, he waved his hand.

Beside him, two black-clad men roughly shoved out a woman tightly bound with rope.

It was Liu Qingxue!

Her mouth was stuffed tight with cloth, her face somewhat pale, but her beautiful eyes were filled with stubbornness and anger.

Seeing Zhang Jun, she struggled violently, making 'wu-wu' sounds from her throat, her eyes anxious, shaking her head desperately to signal him not to bother with her and to flee.

Zhang Jun's heart clenched tightly.

"Let her go." Zhang Jun's voice was calmly terrifying.

"Let her go?" Fang Zhenyue scoffed as if hearing a huge joke, "After I tear you apart, strip your tendons and skin, maybe I'll let her bury with you! Attack! Kill him for me!"

At his command, the surrounding hidden black-clad men, like wolves scenting blood, howled as they surged from all directions!

Blades flashed, swords gleamed, killing intent soared to the heavens!

"Courting death!"

Zhang Jun's eyes burst with divine light, his inner Pure Yang True Qi erupting like a volcano!

He no longer restrained his power; his whole body became like a tiger bursting from its cage, advancing instead of retreating, charging straight into the blades and swords!

"Bang bang bang!"

Fists and feet flew, explosive energy burst forth!

The few black-clad men in the lead hadn't even touched the corner of Zhang Jun's clothes before being blown away by his overpowering fist force, tendons snapped, bones broken, they screamed as they fell to the ground, alive or dead unknown!

Zhang Jun was like a tiger among sheep; wherever he went, people and horses were overturned!

He struck ruthlessly, every move deadly; the Nine Yang Divine Needle's evil‑shattering energy infused his fists and feet—those black‑clad men injured on contact, killed on impact!

Fang Zhenyue's face changed dramatically; he never expected Zhang Jun's strength to be this formidable!

This kid, he's practically not human!

"Form the array! Use poison!" Fang Zhenyue bellowed fiercely.

Although those black‑clad men were shaken by Zhang Jun's killings, they were obviously well‑trained; at the command they instantly shifted formation, cooperated seamlessly, and their attacks became even more strange and tricky.

At the same time, clouds of sweet‑smelling colored poisonous mist began to spread throughout the workshop.

Although Zhang Jun was protected by Pure Yang True Qi, immune to all poisons, in this cramped space, besieged by dozens of masters and needing to guard against hidden poisonous weapons and mist, he gradually felt a hint of pressure.

Damn it, these bastards, they really came prepared!

In the fierce battle, Zhang Jun sent three black-clad men flying with one punch, but his eyes never left Liu Qingxue's direction.

We must settle this quickly!

Just as Zhang Jun was ready to pay any price and rush over to rescue Liu Qingxue——

"Stop! Who dares to hurt him!"

A clear, sweet shout tinged with cold arrogance boomed like a thunderclap in the chaotic workshop.

Immediately, a blue-clad figure as fast as lightning seemed to appear out of nowhere, drifting down from a hole in the factory roof and plunging straight into the battle!

That figure brandished a soft sword as thin as a cicada's wing, its light agile like a dragon playing with a phoenix; in an instant, several black-clad men screamed, clutching their wrists as they fell.

The newcomer was actually a woman! Moreover, her movement, her swordsmanship…… Zhang Jun's pupils shrank!

It's that damned Su Meiyao! How could she be here?

This feeling is even more absurd than last time at the night market ring toss, where the vendor promised a prize for whichever ring you landed, but he wound up winning the vendor's wife and still found it weird.

Her movement was even more uncanny—though it looked slow, she always managed to act first to dodge every attack aimed at her, and her sword could strike from the most unimaginable angles.

Those remnants of the Fang Family and the Shadow Organization's thugs, before her, were like a three-year-old wielding a stick—full of openings.

"Pfft!" "Ah!"

Miserable cries rose and fell one after another.

Su Meiyao's arrival instantly lightened Zhang Jun's burden.

Damn it, this woman is practically the bane of the Shadow Organization's and the Fang Family's martial arts!

Every strike targeted the opponent's vital point.