Chapter 422: Hongshi Martial Arts Hall, Destroyed

Having received accurate information, Li Xun had already begun to harbor thoughts of retreating.

Han Lei, meanwhile, dispatched a portion of his heavy troops to guard the county government office in preparation for later coordination.

The remaining soldiers followed him to the martial arts hall in Qingxi County.

The Red Lotus Sect raised their banners in rebellion from Dongyudao, quickly gaining a firm foothold while the Great Zhou was caught off guard, and subsequently spread their influence throughout Tonglu Dao.

At the same time, noble families everywhere began to turn their gaze toward the two eastern Daos.

And after more secretive news arrived,

it was rumored that the Red Lotus Sect might have "Immortal Fate" behind them.

The noble families everywhere naturally could not sit still and began placing their bets one after another.

The Liu family naturally also placed their bets for the sake of Immortal Fate,

arranging for their own descendants to follow the Red Lotus Sect in their campaigns across the land.

That personal attendant who had originally followed the second young master had also grown into a Martial Artist at Bone Refining Perfection, about to break through to Organ Refining.

As everyone knows, the goal of the Red Lotus Sect rebels is to overthrow the Great Zhou Dynasty.

So what would it matter if a portion of the Great Zhou's loyalists were to die in the process?

Hongshi Martial Arts Hall,

the two stone lions at the entrance possessed an impressive aura.

Han Lei led his troops to look at the tightly closed gates before him and laughed wildly: "What kind of behavior is it to close the doors and refuse guests?"

The Blood Qi swirled around the long halberd in his hand as he swung it violently forward.

It brought with it a sharp whistling wind, pointing directly at the tightly closed gates of Hongshi Martial Arts Hall.

The air in front of the gate seemed to be shaken by this momentum, emitting a slight tremor.

"Boom—"

The gates, made of high-quality oiled wood, shattered at the sound.

Hum—

The long halberd was driven into the ground by the immense force, leaving only the tail of the halberd swaying in the air.

"Men, search out everyone inside for me."

Long before entering, Han Lei had already formulated a plan.

He had long since had people keep an eye on the various noble families and martial arts halls.

These were all excellent whetstones for the Martial Dao.

Only through slaughter could one refine the Martial Dao.

Following Han Lei's order, the fierce, wolf-like soldiers instantly swarmed into Hongshi Martial Arts Hall, searching everywhere and leaving no corner unchecked.

The air inside the martial arts hall was filled with tension and unease, as if a storm were about to arrive.

"Ah, what are you doing?"

Some servants cried out in terror.

When they encountered resistance from the people in the martial arts hall, the soldiers revealed bloodthirsty smiles and charged forward with blades drawn.

Blood splattered everywhere.

With such a great commotion in the city, Hongshi Martial Arts Hall was not without preparation.

Long before Han Lei led his troops to arrive, everyone in the martial arts hall had already sensed that something was wrong and had made preparations to respond.

When the soldiers rushed into the martial arts hall to search, one figure after another could be seen weaving through the crowd like ghosts, dodging or counterattacking, engaging in fierce clashes with the soldiers.

Han Lei stood in the center of the martial arts hall, watching all of this with cold eyes.

He sneered inwardly; although these people from the martial arts hall had decent skills, before him, Han Lei, they were ultimately nothing but ants.

Their level was not high; not one of them could fight.

He believed that it would not be long before these so-called Martial Dao experts would tremble under his iron hooves.

He rode his horse to patrol the surroundings, looking at the people of the martial arts hall who were resisting desperately, like a fisherman looking at a fish basket, intending to make a selection.

He looked at one resistor for a moment and shook his head.

He looked at another resistor for a moment and shook his head.

"Is there not a single decent expert?"

Han Lei said indifferently.

Just as he was feeling listless, a powerful surge of Blood Qi suddenly emanated from the depths of the martial arts hall.

Han Lei's heart jolted, and his expression instantly became grave.

He felt the power and depth of this aura,

but why was there a sense of lacking follow-through?

An old man wearing black robes slowly walked out from the depths of the martial arts hall.

His face was aged, but his eyes were as sharp as blades.

Every step he took was steady and powerful, as if even the air were trembling beneath his feet.

His entire body was wreathed in Blood Qi, and the robes on his body had already been stained by the blood of the soldiers.

"Your Excellency, are you bullying my Hongshi Martial Arts Hall for having no one?" the old man said coldly, his voice revealing endless majesty and dominance.

Han Lei was taken aback; he had not expected that such an expert was hidden within this Hongshi Martial Arts Hall.

Han Lei took a deep breath and said wildly: "Hmph, old thing, who are you? You dare to wade into these muddy waters?"

The old man grinned and said: "I am the Martial Arts Hall Master of Hongshi Martial Arts Hall, Hong Tianba!"

"If Your Excellency needs a whetstone, just come and take it."

"Borrowing the skin of the Red Lotus Sect to achieve your goals is truly unrefined."

Hearing this, Han Lei swung his long halberd once more, charging straight at Hong Tianba, and said indifferently, "Hahaha, that suits me perfectly, old thing; today is your death day!"

Having spent a long time in the pugilistic world, one can always discern a thing or two.

The ill intent of the newcomer was, moreover, straightforward.

After assessing the situation, Hong Tianba knew that this encounter could not be avoided.

If he did his best to block, he could at least give the others a chance to find a way to survive.

Watching the long halberd strike, Hong Tianba let out a cold snort, his figure swaying to easily dodge Han Lei's attack.

At the same time, the heavy Sword in his hand swung rapidly, engaging in a fierce clash with Han Lei.

Everyone knew the Hongshi Martial Arts Hall taught fist techniques, but they did not know Hong Tianba also possessed a set of heavy Sword skills.

Looking at Hong Tianba's momentum, as well as the tactile feedback from the collision of the heavy Sword and long halberd in his hands,

Han Lei roared, "Well fought!"

The two went back and forth, swords and halberds clashing, sparks flying everywhere; for a time, it was hard to determine a winner.

Meanwhile, the people inside the Martial Arts Hall were not idle either; they one after another displayed their skills, fighting in a melee with the soldiers.

Watching their master blocking that general in front, fighting desperately, and looking for an opportunity to escape,

The entire Hongshi Martial Arts Hall seemed to have turned into a slaughterhouse, filled everywhere with the gleam of blades and the sounds of tragic cries.

In this cruel battle, the people of the Hongshi Martial Arts Hall grew fewer and fewer as they fought, with only a few managing to flee.

Looking at Han Lei and Hong Tianba on the other hand,

The elderly Hong Tianba grew more exhausted the longer he fought, his breathing gradually becoming rapid, the veins on his forehead bulging; he was clearly already giving his all.

Yet Han Lei fought with increasing vigor, the long halberd in his hand swinging wildly like a tornado, every attack carrying the force of a thunderbolt.

"Old thing, you're finished!" Han Lei sneered, a cruel light flickering in his eyes. He saw that Hong Tianba was already struggling, so he began to increase his offensive, wanting to take him down in one fell swoop.

Hong Tianba gritted his teeth, resisting with his life. He knew he absolutely could not fall; the longer he persisted, the more chances his disciples would have to escape.

He swung the heavy Sword, every strike carrying a whistling wind as it collided fiercely with Han Lei's long halberd.

However, as time passed, Hong Tianba's stamina gradually depleted, and his movements began to slow.

Seizing the opportunity, Han Lei swung his long halberd violently, striking heavily against Hong Tianba's chest.

Hong Tianba felt as if he had been struck by a giant hammer, his entire body flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground.

"Pfft!" Hong Tianba spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning deathly pale. He struggled, wanting to stand up, but his body would no longer obey him.

Han Lei walked slowly to stand before Hong Tianba, looking down at him from above: "Old thing,

you took a Forbidden Drug, didn't you?

It's rare to have someone play with me for a while,

and I gave you the chance,

as for how many of those disciples of yours can escape, it all depends on their own fate,

now I don't want to play anymore, let's end it."

With a wave of the long halberd, the former Martial Arts Hall Master met his end.

Taking a deep breath,

and sensing the stench of blood in the area,

Han Lei waved his hand: "Let's go, to the next one."