Chapter 808

Clearly, the Wu Gong of these three—Chu Zhaonan, Yang Yuncong, and Fu Qingzhu—was the best among the seven.

But the matter of Tianshan was not his place to inquire into, and besides, the safety of Wu Manor was more important.

He stopped thinking further, and with a burst of Qinggong, he flew into a run.

By the time Liu Jingyi rushed to the eastern end of the manor, he found that side already in total chaos.

Countless members of the evil path were chasing down all manner of people within the manor.

Whether it was the guards who had Wu Gong on them, or the women and children who did not.

Almost the moment they spotted a person, these evil-path members would charge in and cut them down without the slightest hesitation.

The guards' Wu Gong was, for the most part, not even third-rate.

Only a very few were third-rate, but how could they possibly be a match for these evil-path people who killed everywhere on account of the Qing court's martial-prohibition edict?

On top of that, these evil-path people fought by any means and paid no heed to the rules of the jianghu.

The situation was almost entirely one-sided!

Fortunately, Han Zhibang and the other three arrived in time; each of the four wielded a distinctive treasured sword, and they tangled with the evil-path people in a single melee.

The weapon Han Zhibang used was a greatsword as broad as a Haosi Sect door plank.

When he swung it, it was like a hurricane.

Evil-path people whose Wu Gong was insufficient did not even need to think about taking his strikes.

They feared that even brushing the edge of his sword's wind would injure them.

And because Han Zhibang's moves were broad and sweeping, he drew the most attacks from the evil-path people.

Wu Yuanying still used the Heavenly Cascade Sword Art, but because she was a woman and had a fair bit of beauty,

at first many of the evil-path people wanted to seize her and have some fun.

But the Heavenly Cascade Sword Art was strange and Mo Ce; even Hero Shan Zhi and Shi Lang, two of the Twelve Captains, found it extremely troublesome.

The evil-path people here had never seen swordplay of this caliber, and for a moment they too were slaughtered until men and horses tumbled in all directions.

As for the bald Xin Longzi, his strikes were swift as thunder, and every time he struck, someone was bound to die.

Unless one's Wu Gong had reached a certain realm, one simply could not see clearly how this man made his moves.

Liu Jingyi could naturally see clearly—concealed beneath Xin Longzi's sleeves were two short swords.

The twin blades parted and joined, and were truly vicious beyond compare.

Last came that Mu Lang.

His sword was also a treasured blade.

But when he wielded it, it showed not the slightest trace of anything unusual.

It seemed as though, relying on nothing but the exquisite subtlety of his swordplay, he left these several dozen evil-path people utterly helpless.

But Liu Jingyi could faintly sense that Mu Lang had not exerted his full strength.

He looked all around and took stock of the situation.

He realized that it was precisely because of Han Zhibang and the other three's arrival that the evil-path people's offensive had been temporarily checked.

Liu Jingyi felt a faint twinge of shame within—he had nearly Shenglewu Society with these heroes of Tianshan because of Qiu Dongluo.

Otherwise, relying on himself alone, how could he possibly have held off so many evil-path people?

While he was pondering, he saw several figures with strange builds and peculiar tattoos painted on them walking in from the manor entrance at the eastern end.

They were almost identical to the strange people who had come to launch a sneak attack at the ancestral hall the night before.

"This is—"

Liu Jingyi's thoughts flashed like lightning, and he immediately understood.

The people from last night had been members of these evil-path people.

Their aim, most likely, had been to cut him down so that Wu Manor would be left without its head.

They had only underestimated his own strength, and so he had ended up killing them instead.

Seeing countless evil-path people gathered around this group, Liu Jingyi immediately understood that these people were precisely the ringleaders and commanders.

He charged straight in, sent several evil-path people flying with a single punch, and knocked them down at their feet from a distance, then asked in a clear, loud voice,

"Who on earth are you people, and why must you exterminate my Wu Manor to the last?"

"The court has issued the martial-prohibition edict. Those who practice Wu Gong, if they wish to live, must first offer up their secret martial records, and second, cripple their own Wu Gong.

If they do not, their entire Manmen will be executed.

You must be the lord of Wu Manor, Liu Jingyi, yes?

If you want every man and woman of your Wu Manor to live, then hand over your martial records obediently, and then cripple your own Wu Gong!"

From within that group, a woman with a lithe figure and floral patterns on her face stepped out, and called across the distance to Liu Jingyi.

"Bullshit! We practice martial arts only to strengthen our bodies and defend our homes—what crime is that?"

A Wu Manor expert, furious beyond measure, slashed an evil-path person to death with one cut, then charged at this group.

"Seeking death!"

Suddenly, a man darted out from that group, brandishing a long, pitch-black weapon and thrusting it over.

The Wu Manor expert, halfway through his attack, suddenly shifted his footwork and darted off at an angle, fully intending to dodge this thrust.

He did not expect that man to let out a cold laugh and flick his wrist; that long, pitch-black weapon suddenly unfurled—and Jingcheng into a massive iron umbrella.

With a swing and a sweep of that iron umbrella, he pinned this Wu Manor expert down within a single circle.

Then, after three moves, this Wu Manor expert was sliced clean in two at the waist.

"Old Wu—"

Liu Jingyi, entangled by a group of evil-path people, could only watch this brother of Wu Manor die a wretched death, and could not help crying out in anguish.

"Lord Liu, if you know what's good for you, surrender quickly!

"Hand over the Wu Gong secret records and cripple your own Wu Gong, and we'll leave this place immediately."

The woman said with a smile.

"Bullshit! If you could leave, then how did everyone in Liucheng die?"

Han Zhibang once again swept aside countless weapons with a single sword and let out a furious roar.

He was a man of Wu Zhuang, so naturally he had friends in Liucheng as well.

Hearing what Wu Yuanying said, he knew Liucheng had been entirely massacred, and an indescribable grief welled up in his heart.

With a single Spirit-Forsaking Sword, he brandished it like a raging wind and torrential rain, beating these unorthodox cultivators until they were utterly miserable.

"Oh? And who might you be?"

In fact, this group was naturally the remaining Twelve Captains, and the speaker was precisely that woman, Gua Ge Luo.

Regarding the information on Wu Zhuang, the people of Fenghuo Liancheng had naturally long since gathered some of it.

They knew the number of experts in Wu Zhuang, and even their names, Wu Gong techniques, and so on.

The four people before them, including Han Zhibang, had vastly different Wu Gong styles, but at their core they all originated from the same school.

Gua Ge Luo, however, had never seen this kind of sword art before, and could not help but feel a little curious.

"I'm the one who's going to take your life!"

Han Zhibang let out another furious roar, sweeping open a path with a single sword strike.

Then he drove straight in, charging toward the Twelve Captains to kill.

"Zhibang…"

Others might not know, but how could Wu Yuanying actually fail to recognize the Twelve Captains?

Among the Twelve Captains, Shan Zhi and Shi Lang were not even the ones with the highest Wu Gong.

But to kill these two, Wu Yuanying and Fu Qingzhu had paid no small price.

With Han Zhibang now so eager for revenge that he charged alone toward the Twelve Captains, wasn't that walking straight into a trap?

Worried in her heart, Wu Yuanying immediately pushed the Heavenfall Sword Art to its absolute limit, wanting to go support Han Zhibang.

Unfortunately, her cultivation was ultimately only first-rate; although the Heavenfall Sword Art was unfathomably strange and unpredictable, the unorthodox cultivators on the flanks were simply too many in the end.

After fighting for a while, she still hadn't moved from her spot.

"Yuanying, don't rush. I'll go help Zhibang!"

Mu Lang suddenly smiled, shouted loudly to Wu Yuanying, and then said to Xin Longzi,

"Xin Longzi, please take care of Yuanying for me."

"Mm!"