Chapter 812

Gua Ge Luo was so furious he nearly bit his teeth in half.

As the black wine withdrew, Gu Ci, San Gen, Si Yilang, and Bang Muzi all fled.

Only Gua Ge Luo was held back by Mu Lang, while Tu Xing was detained by Han Zhibang.

For a moment, Mu Lang and Han Zhibang felt their pressure greatly reduced.

"Hahahaha! Brilliant plan, brilliant plan! Prince of the Blood's brilliant plan!"

General Nalan sat astride his horse, watching the evil sect members nearly mad with frenzy as they stormed into the estate, and couldn't help giving Duogeduo a thumbs-up.

"Hmph!"

Duogeduo was also self-satisfied; everything he had said was indeed a poisonous plan to drive the tiger to devour the wolf.

On the road eastward, upon spotting the enemy's scouts, Duogeduo realized that Fenghuo Liancheng and the others had already sensed something amiss.

Thus, just now, he deliberately promised flag registration, to make these evil sect members fight once more for the Great Qing!

After all, the entire Wu Estate numbered fewer than a thousand.

Only those of Level Ten could enter the flag registry; truly, fewer than a hundred could win this reward.

Yet here among the evil sect members, including Fenghuo Liancheng and the Twelve Gate Generals, there were over a thousand.

In the end, to save their lives, they would not only kill innocents to claim credit, but far more likely turn on each other!

After all, they were evil sect members!

Even if a hundred survived in the end,

could he, Duogeduo, not control their lives and deaths once they entered the flag registry?

"But when did Liu Jingyi's Wu Gong become so powerful?"

As he thought of this, Duogeduo was about to laugh aloud when a tiger's roar drew his attention—he happened to see Fenghuo Liancheng being crushed by Liu Jingyi.

From the start of their clash to now, little time had passed.

Yet the two had already exchanged over a hundred moves.

After a hundred moves, Fenghuo Liancheng's situation had not improved; instead, it grew increasingly dire.

He was almost entirely on the defensive.

"Unknown! But according to the mole inside the estate, Liu Jingyi seems to have received some kind of inheritance."

General Nalan Xiuji was also greatly surprised—he knew Fenghuo Liancheng's strength well.

"Inheritance? Could it be…?"

Duogeduo's eyes lit up.

He recalled the rumor that the Duitiandi Society had conspired with the Qinglong Society, leading to the Great Qing's previous downfall.

These past days, as the ban on martial arts was enforced, Duogeduo personally led the crackdown on the Duitiandi Society.

Yet all along, even the Duitiandi Society's Grand Master Hu De Di, his martial power remained within controllable limits.

Duogeduo had even suspected the intelligence was wrong—that the Duitiandi Society had not conspired with the Qinglong Society.

Yet now, the Duitiandi Society's final northwest branch had stumbled upon what appeared to be an inheritance from the Qinglong Society.

"Qing…"

General Nalan Xiuji, being Duogeduo's trusted aide, instantly guessed what Duogeduo was thinking.

But he had barely uttered one character when Duogeduo shot him a glare, and the rest of his words were swallowed back.

"Nalan, don't speak recklessly!"

The Qinglong Society is mysterious and unfathomable; not even the Great Qing, nor the three most powerful imperial dynasties of the Nine Provinces, dare confront the Qinglong Society directly.

Add to that the legend of Ximen Wudi's sword from beyond the heavens, slaying one hundred thousand Qixie soldiers at the Western Xia border.

For a time, all in the Great Qing believed the Qinglong Society—or rather, the Great Dragonhead Ximen Wudi—was an omniscient god.

If I so much as mention the Qinglong Society here and draw the Great Dragonhead's attention,

the Great Qing would be obliterated in an instant!

"Your servant is guilty…"

General Nalan Xiuji also recalled the Great Qing's legends, sweat pouring down his brow.

"Forget it! Liu Jingyi's Wu Gong is almost certainly from there.

Take your men and join the assault on Liu Jingyi—I must seize this divine art for the Great Qing!"

Duogeduo waved his hand, his gaze fixed on Liu Jingyi brimming with greed.

"Yes!"

General Nalan Xiuji immediately gestured behind him, and two riders spurred forward.

The two bowed from horseback, then leapt into the air, charging toward Liu Jingyi.

One wielded a five-foot-long sword, his swordplay sharp, cunning, and ruthless.

The other wielded a judge's pen; with a casual flick, he covered over a dozen vital points on Liu Jingyi's front.

No one knew which of those vital points he intended to strike.

"Who are you?"

Liu Jingyi, unable to defeat Fenghuo Liancheng after prolonged combat, was growing impatient.

Now attacked by these two, he was momentarily flustered, yet still asked.

"'Wind and Thunder Sword' Qi Zhenjun!"

The old man wielding the sword made no secret of his identity.

"'Iron Pen Judge' Cheng Tianting!"

The other also announced his name.

Upon hearing their names, Liu Jingyi was stunned—and even Fenghuo Liancheng felt a chill of horror.

Qi Zhenjun was the founder of the Changbai Sect beyond the pass, and in his early years he was famous throughout the Great Ming Jianghu for his Wind and Thunder Sword.

Later, he retired deep into the Changbai Mountains, and most people assumed he was dead.

No one expected him to appear suddenly today, now siding with Duogeduo.

As for Cheng Tianting, Fenghuo Liancheng only knew he was one of the Qing Court's Four Great Experts!

Through qi sensing, Fenghuo Liancheng sensed that both men's strength surpassed his own!

Two peerless-level experts!

Duogeduo sent me here—clearly he had no good intentions.

It seems these two were waiting for me to destroy Wu Zhuang, then kill me.

I never expected to be exposed so soon!

But now Fenghuo Liancheng cannot withdraw.

Not to mention whether Qi Zhenjun and Cheng Tianting would allow it—just Liu Jingyi's fist art was aimed straight at Fenghuo Liancheng.

Right now, Fenghuo Liancheng could only calm his mind and join the two experts in fighting Liu Jingyi together.

After all, Duogeduo just swore publicly that killing ten men would grant entry into the banner registry.

If I join forces with these two, defeat Liu Jingyi, then kill ten more—how hard could that be?

Right now, the three experts all surpass Liu Jingyi in cultivation; once they unite, the tide nearly turns.

"Hah! Indeed, with Master Qi and Commander Cheng acting, Liu Jingyi won't last long."

Nalan Xiuji, seeing the situation reverse, could not help but boast.

"Good! Master Qi, Commander Cheng—capture him alive, without fail."

Though he had said it once already, since this concerns a possible legacy from the Qinglong Society, Duogeduo naturally proceeded with utmost caution.

"Your Highness, rest assured."

Qi Zhenjun and Cheng Tianting did not turn their heads, replying confidently.

Liu Jingyi had already struggled to overcome Fenghuo Liancheng, and his heart grew anxious.

Now, with Qi Zhenjun and Cheng Tianting entering the battle, the situation turned sharply against him, and his anxiety deepened.

He knew that if not for this Seven Stars Jiang Fuhu Fist, he would not even have waited for Qi Zhenjun and Cheng Tianting to join.

Even Fenghuo Liancheng alone would have been enough to defeat him.

Now, hearing Duogeduo publicly declare he wanted him alive, how could he not understand—Duogeduo coveted the Seven Stars Jiang Fuhu Fist.

If I fall, not only will I wish for death, but if they extract this fist art from me, how can I ever face the Qinglong Society again?

His mind grew troubled, and his fist art grew disordered.