Chapter 435: Pulling the Firewood from Under the Pot! Yet All Corpses Remain!

The thought flashed, and Grand Hall Master immediately turned around in a panicked dash.

No killing intent or lingering thought arose in his heart, only endless remorse.

He regretted why he had ever provoked such a freak.

When the last person fell into the pool of blood, Su Yang gasped, stared at the Long Sword already sheared of its edge, and tossed it aside.

Those behind him were still tangled with the Search Army.

Although the numbers were vastly different, the advantage of firearms could not be compensated.

Su Yang had no intention of joining, he fixed his gaze on the retreating silhouette, a flash of Cold Light flickering in his eyes before vanishing.

"If you can escape Liuhe Hui's territory, I'll write my name Su backwards!"

He then casually picked up an undamaged knife and hurried after them.

Today, the feud between Liuhe Hui and Donghai Hall will be settled once and for all!

At the same time, it will be the starting point of their savage growth!

"Gang leader!"

At that moment, Lin Yang, Zhao Xian and others rushed over.

Su Yang kept moving, without turning his head, ordering: "Stop the Warlord's troops sent to suppress, no matter how many, none may set foot on Liuhe Street even a step!"

Lin Yang shouted: "All personnel from Mingguang Building are on the field, be extremely careful!"

"Whatever comes, I will kill whatever!"

Watching Su Yang's distant back, Zhao Xian couldn't help but worry: "We do nothing, sending the Gang leader alone to meet the enemy? The opposite side has over a hundred men."

"If it were anyone else, we'd definitely intervene, but it's Su Yang; you can relax a hundredfold," Lin Yang said.

Zhao Xian opened his mouth to say something, but seeing a cluster of corpses lying in the blood nearby, he involuntarily inhaled a cold gasp.

Lin Yang laughed at the sight: "A bunch of insects, they can't stir up a wave."

"So our task is to stop the Warlord's men?" Zhao Xian asked.

"Precisely, to kill them all," Lin Yang's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Is this... a war?!" Zhao Xian was shocked.

"From the moment Su Yang acted, the war had already begun; if we do nothing, only doom awaits us," Lin Yang said.

The charge of executing the Search Army commander alone could cost Su Yang hundreds of deaths.

Inciting and urging the populace to riot, plus secretly hoarding firearms.

All together, the Warlord side will surely deem him Jinshan City's number one dangerous individual.

A massive army pressing the border is only a matter of time.

What Lin Yang can do is, before the Warlord learns the news and dispatches troops, strike them off guard!

Now Jinshan has been exposed openly, and players watch hungrily from the shadows.

Su Yang's purpose is simple: to stir up a chaotic era!

Only through chaos can a way to break the deadlock appear.

This move of pulling the firewood from under the pot, any slight slip would mean an irrecoverable calamity!

Therefore, he must appear in person, enter the game with his body, and spark the conflict!

"Weiwu Hall's brothers are all here," Zhao Xian said.

Lin Yang looked at the obvious tension in everyone's eyes and shouted: "Are you afraid?"

People glanced at each other, offering no reply.

Lin Yang was not surprised; they had never seen such a large scene, so fear was natural.

"The Warlord has enslaved the people for ages; today we, Liuhe Hui, stand as the representatives of resistance, restoring the world to bright clarity!"

"No one is forced to act; those who dare, take good weapons; those who don't, leave now."

"I'll speak plainly: I'm not Divine, I can't guarantee you'll all survive, but I can guarantee that after success, everyone who participates will be recorded in history!"

"I, Lin Yang, guarantee here that every brother who dares to go to battle will receive ten thousand gold!"

Wow!

People were startled and produced gold as a reward.

What madness is this?

Their enemies are no longer street thugs, nor petty gang members, nor people like those from Donghai Hall and Mingguang Building.

But the Warlord!

Soldiers with superb physical condition, fine weaponry, and great numbers!

In contrast, they are merely ordinary people with a rudimentary grasp of fists and kicks.

No matter which aspect you compare, they have no chance.

Yet Lin Yang's words at this moment stirred their ambition and ignited their fighting spirit!

"You... dare?!" Lin Yang shouted.

"Swear to follow to death!" the crowd shouted in unison.

"Whether we become names in history or stink for ten thousand years, let's see today!"

Lin Yang waved his hand large, "Let's go!"

As soon as the words fell, people immediately grabbed weapons and followed Zhao Xian out of Liuhe Street, running toward the nearest military camp.

A group of over fifty faced hundreds of soldiers.

The disparity in weaponry and gear alone was enormous.

But Lin Yang's words of encouragement instantly gave them courage.

Even without gold, battling the heavens was already endless fun.

In the hearts of Jinshan City's people, the Warlord is an irresistible heaven!

But that day……

He insists on tearing it to pieces!

Lin Yang walked ahead, his eyes filled with an unprecedented steely resolve.

The matter Su Yang assigned must be completed!

……

On the other side.

Su Yang chased the Grand Hall Master to the border of the Six Harmonies Society territory.

It is a wide street, and the shops on both sides have long shut their gates.

The surrounding buildings' windows and doors are tightly closed, with no one strolling outside.

Looking out, at the junction a hundred men and women dressed in black stand.

They keep their gaze steady, heads wrapped in red scarves, wielding sticks and sharp weapons, staring intently at the silhouette on the street.

The air is suffused with a murderous aura; under its influence, even the falling snowflakes have become scarce.

At this moment, a man in odd attire steps out of the crowd; he is the fleeing Grand Hall Master.

"Su Yang, I'll count you a man, daring to follow me here." The Grand Hall Master clenches his teeth, still unable to forget how his subordinates were slaughtered one by one.

Su Yang casts a glance, then lifts his blade and moves forward, his steps steady, his speed gradually increasing.

"Weiwu Hall didn't come with you; did they all betray, leaving only you, the Guanggan Commander?" the Grand Hall Master taunts.

Su Yang remains silent, his expression still cold, his murderous intent endless.

The Grand Hall Master sees Su Yang's loss of his earlier swift movements, realizing he must have been drained of much stamina.

So he says, "Brother Chen, it's yours."

The Mingguang Building owner Chen Ziyuan eyes the legendary figure from head to toe and says, "He is alone; Brother Liu, are you perhaps exaggerating?"

Earlier he took over Grand Hall Master Liu Yansong, and the other side claimed Su Yang single‑handedly annihilated Donghai Hall's elite.

In Chen Ziyuan's view, this phrasing carries a hint of wanting to use Mingguang Building as a weapon.

But seeing his rolling fart and urine streaming, it doesn't seem real.

After waiting a moment, as expected, Su Yang caught up.

"Our Donghai Hall, with dozens of brothers of loyal and righteous hearts, true heroes among men, have all been slain by that treacherous Su Yang; now he is exhausted, a perfect chance to take his life!" Liu Yansong said.

Chen Ziyuan glanced at him, then said nothing further.

Su Yang stands at the border of the two territories, alone facing a force of a hundred.

One person, one blade; seemingly thin, yet exuding an indescribable terrifying pressure.

Seeing him linger before stepping out of the boundary, Chen Ziyuan says, "Heaven repays the wicked; Brother Su, having repeatedly slaughtered over a hundred of Donghai Hall, can you still sleep at night?"

Su Yang slightly lifts his eyelids, scoffs aloud, then calmly says, "Those who lay down their weapons and surrender…"

"…but keep the whole corpse!"