Chapter 811

Feng Huo Liancheng nodded in response.

"Good! Then let me use this fist art to avenge the dead brothers of Liucheng and the Heaven and Earth Society!"

In fact, Liu Jingyi had already sensed that Feng Huo Liancheng's cultivation was still above his own.

But Liu Jingyi was simply a straightforward man by nature.

Feng Huo Liancheng had committed countless atrocities, and now he had led men to attack Wuzhuang.

Publicly and privately, Liu Jingyi wanted to give everything he had to teach Feng Huo Liancheng a lesson.

Could this possibly be a Heaven-level art?

Liu Jingyi rushed forward, his heart brimming with rage, unleashing every move of the Seven Stars Subdue Tiger Fist.

Feng Huo Liancheng had originally paid it no mind.

Although the blade qi that had just summoned heavenly and earthly forces had been shattered by Liu Jingyi.

But Feng Huo Liancheng firmly believed his strength surpassed Liu Jingyi's; the gap in cultivation levels couldn't be bridged by mere martial techniques.

This had long been the universal consensus in the Great Qing Wu Lin!

Even a single minor realm above meant dominance.

Without divine weapons or treasures to bolster them, the higher-ranked cultivator almost always won.

How could Liu Jingyi, unarmed and empty-handed, possibly be taken seriously by Feng Huo Liancheng?

He lazily raised his great blade, preparing to unleash his sword art and cut Liu Jingyi down right there.

His intelligence reported that Liu Jingyi was the Wuzhuang village chief, the Northwest Division Commander of the Heaven and Earth Society, and the strongest martial artist in Wuzhuang.

Kill him, and Wuzhuang's resistance would instantly crumble.

His mission in the northwest would then be more than half accomplished.

But when Liu Jingyi's fist struck, he realized something was wrong.

His own sword art had cost him a great deal to obtain — a Earth-level blade technique.

Over the years, combined with this great blade and his half-step to Transcendent cultivation,

countless martial heroes and sect leaders had fallen beneath his blade.

Even those wielding Earth-level arts were mostly no match for him.

But facing Liu Jingyi's fist art, he found his Earth-level blade technique utterly stifled.

Each of Liu Jingyi's punches not only summoned the roar of a tiger, but also drew in a peculiar force from heaven and earth, channeling it into his fists.

At first, Feng Huo Liancheng thought it was heavenly and earthly energy.

But after a few exchanges, he realized it was not heavenly and earthly energy.

With this peculiar force bolstering Liu Jingyi, Feng Huo Liancheng felt himself growing more and more suppressed.

"What kind of fist art is this? Could it be Heaven-level? Even above Heaven-level — Immortal-level?"

Feng Huo Liancheng's thoughts churned as he parried with his cultivation and Earth-level blade art, his mind racing.

Only a Heaven-level art could suppress a half-step Transcendent expert and neutralize an Earth-level blade technique.

Even an Immortal-level art!

But how could Liu Jingyi — He Deheneng — possibly possess a Heaven-level, let alone an Immortal-level art?

After all, even the Great Qing imperial family had never possessed an Immortal-level art!

His mind was in utter chaos, and he inwardly cursed his luck.

He found he could no longer retreat from Liu Jingyi's fist strikes.

How could this be?

On the other side, the evil sect members and even the Nine Great Generals had all assumed Feng Huo Liancheng would crush Liu Jingyi effortlessly.

After all, Feng Huo Liancheng had always held the upper hand, even against the Heaven and Earth Society's Grand Commander.

Liu Jingyi was merely a Northwest Division Commander — how could he compare to the Grand Commander, let alone to Feng Huo Liancheng?

Yet the tide had turned exactly opposite to what everyone expected — Feng Huo Liancheng was now clearly falling into the disadvantage.

"Did I see that right? Is the Lord… losing?"

Hei Jiu had been assisting Gua Ge Luo in attacking Mu Lang.

Seeing Feng Huo Liancheng immediately fall into the disadvantage, he nearly dropped his jaw, his movements slowing.

"Don't talk nonsense! The Lord's divine arts are peerless — even within the imperial court, few can surpass him!"

Gua Ge Luo also sensed something was wrong, but she knew she couldn't say anything discouraging, so she immediately praised:

"All of you, charge together! Finish off these two boys quickly, then watch how the Lord slaughters Liu Jingyi!"

"Yes!"

The Nine Great Generals responded half-heartedly, with little faith in Feng Huo Liancheng.

"Woo…"

As Feng Huo Liancheng was being suppressed, a mournful horn sounded.

The next moment, many Qing cavalry charged in from the eastern side of the village.

Leading them was Prince of the Blood Duoge Duo and General Nalan Xiuji.

At this point, the eastern end of the village had nearly been slaughtered clean by the evil sect members.

Aside from a few Wuzhuang masters, only Han Zhibang and three others still resisted the evil army.

And then there was Feng Huo Liancheng, the evil army's leader, being overwhelmed by Liu Jingyi.

"Damn… why did Prince of the Blood Duoge Duo arrive so fast?"

Gua Ge Luo's heart trembled with doubt.

In Liucheng, the Twelve Great Generals and Feng Huo Liancheng had both believed the Qing court would kill the hound after the rabbit was dead.

Destroying Wu Zhuang, the next step might be to deal with this army of evil sects.

Therefore, during the attack on Wu Zhuang, Fenghuo Liancheng had already sent scouts to the east.

As soon as Qing troops approached, they were to report immediately.

Who knew the scouts gave no reply—instead, Duogeduo arrived.

At this moment, Gua Ge Luo had no heart left to continue besieging Mu Lang and Han Zhibang; he immediately wanted to withdraw from this place.

The other gate generals were all cunning men, and they shared the same thought.

Duogeduo seemed to sense their thoughts, pointing at Wu Zhuang and saying,

"Wu Zhuang is the last branch of the Tiandihui. Destroy this place, and the reward will be doubled.

Ten severed heads, and you may join the banner ranks!"

The so-called banner ranks were the noble class of the Great Qing.

The upper echelons of the Great Qing originally came from Jibei, a remote, frigid land of hunters and fishers.

Before rising in rebellion, they had divided their tribes into Eight Banners.

Once admitted into the Eight Banners, regardless of one's former nation or ethnicity, one could be counted among the Great Qing nobility.

Now, Duogeduo publicly promised banner ranks—essentially granting these evil sectarians, whose hands were caked in blood, a pardon from death.

"What? Prince of the Blood, is this true?"

Hei Jiu, hearing this, rolled his eyes and immediately shouted out.

"How could what this Prince of the Blood says be false!"

Duogeduo laughed heartily, drew a long sword from his saddle, and snapped it sharply in two.

"If I break this vow, may I be like this sword!"

To show sincerity, he swore publicly.

"Excellent! Hei Jiu thanks the Prince of the Blood for this great grace—I shall go now and sever ten heads!"

Hei Jiu rejoiced wildly, no longer caring about besieging Mu Lang; he grabbed his weapon and immediately broke from the battle circle, circling around to sneak into the compound to kill and earn merit.

With his departure, the other gate generals also grew restless, no longer wishing to continue besieging Mu Lang and Han Zhibang.

After all, killing Mu Lang and Han Zhibang would take at least a hundred moves.

Yet the total number of people in Wu Zhuang was fewer than a thousand.

That meant only fewer than a hundred could join the banner ranks and receive that pardon from death!

This caused the other evil sectarians to panic; they no longer besieged the hard-to-capture Xin Longzi, Wu Yuanying, and Wu Zhuang's elite warriors.

Instead, taking advantage of the fact that these fighters were no longer targeting them, they all, like Hei Jiu, withdrew from the battle circle and stealthily slipped into the compound to kill.

"Damn these fools…"