Not far away, Luo Jingsong and Wu Zheng both revealed a grave expression upon witnessing this.
"Is soone causing trouble?"
Luo Jingsong said solemnly.
Wu Zheng slightly nodded, his gaze landing on the crowd that had gathered in front of the Secret Martial Guards’ campsite.
At this ti, it was no longer a dozen people there, but hundreds.
Hundreds of people were converging together, clamoring at the Secret Martial Guards’ camp, seemingly ready to storm the place at the slightest disagreent.
"What do we do?" Wu Zheng asked with a frown.
Luo Jingsong thought for a mont, "We can’t let them assault the Secret Martial Guards’ camp. Otherwise, once a conflict erupts, the situation will beco unmanageable!"
Once the conflict starts, both the Secret Martial Guards and the other Jianghu forces will inevitably be drawn into it.
Even if you don’t want to get involved, you’ll probably be dragged in regardless.
"Form up!"
Luo Jingsong made a decisive call.
The two hundred guards received the order and promptly completed the formation in a single breath.
"Move out!"
Without another word, Luo Jingsong led his n and inserted themselves between the Secret Martial Guards and the Jianghu Martial Artists.
"Make way! Make way!"
"Those who dare obstruct, execute without rcy!"
Their sudden arrival made the already tense atmosphere turn somber and severe.
But a group of Jianghu Martial Artists were forced to retreat by their advance!
Those who retreated slowly were not spared by Luo Jingsong, who, with a swing of his long knife, sent two severed arms flying into the air.
Imdiately after, two screams of agony echoed through the valley.
"Ah~~"
However, Luo Jingsong did not care about them and kicked the Martial Artist in front of him, sending him flying and tumbling many others over.
The scene beca a chaotic ss.
"They’ve started to kill, brothers, let’s take them down!" The previously clamoring brute beca even more excited upon seeing this and led a dozen n to charge at Luo Jingsong.
But what t them were spears glinting with a cold light.
"Those who dare cause chaos, execute without rcy!"
"Kill!"
Luo Jingsong bellowed angrily!
"Kill!"
The two hundred guards roared in unison.
Their voices thundered like thunder, reverberating through the entire valley and echoing back and forth.
The fierce and murderous shouts were like a heavy hamr striking at the hearts of everyone in the valley.
It sobered up more than half of the Martial Artists who were still shouting monts ago.
A flash of cold light in Luo Jingsong’s eyes, his long knife swung down, rcilessly chopping onto the brute’s head.
With a splat!
Blood splattered, and brain matter erupted, as the brute’s large head was cleaved into two halves.
In the blink of an eye, the charging brute and his dozen companions beca corpses.
"Form the lines!"
Luo Jingsong retracted his long knife, his eyes like cold stars, icily watching the Martial Artists before him.
Behind him, the two hundred guards swiftly moved, forming up into a long formation in front of the Secret Martial Guards’ camp.
The spears’ tips glinted coldly, neatly lined up in a row, and a terrifying and sharp aura of murder spread like a physical presence, making many nearby Martial Artists shudder.
The Guard Camp, also known as the forr Personal Guard Camp, consisted of elites who had climbed out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
These two hundred soldiers had accompanied Yang Zhenshan in the Northern battles, where innurable mbers of the East Sea Hu Clan had fallen to their spears.
It wouldn’t be an overstatent to call them butchers.
The blood and lives on their hands were definitely not sothing Jianghu Martial Artists could compare with.
The murderous aura they exuded could not be possessed by Jianghu Martial Artists either.
There was no need for many words; just their presence and the release of that strong killing intent were enough to instill fear in countless people.
Their deterrent effect was far more profound than that of the Secret Martial Guards.
Many Jianghu Martial Artists were scared into continuously backing off by this terrifying killing aura.
Of course, so were skeptical.
"Who are you people? Why are you committing such mass murder?" Soone stepped forward to ask.
Luo Jingsong looked at the person, his eyes narrowed slightly, "And who might you be?"
The person cracked a smile, "Jing Changyuan of Lingxiu Villa!"
Luo Jingsong’s brow slightly furrowed upon hearing this; Lingxiu Villa was not an ordinary Jianghu force, it was rated by the Martial Arts Temple as one of the Eight Great Sects, with formidable strength and influence not to be underestimated.
"Guard of Marquis Jing’an Mansion, Luo Jingsong!"
"Marquis Jing’an Mansion? Hahaha~~" Jing Changyuan scoffed disdainfully, "Well, does Marquis Jing’an Mansion intend to make enemies of so many Jianghu forces?"
Luo Jingsong’s face darkened.
Making enemies of so many Jianghu forces?
That would not benefit Marquis Jing’an Mansion at all!
Although he had just forcefully intervened in this disturbance, he was following Yang Zhenshan’s orders to prevent a conflict between the Jianghu forces and the Secret Martial Guards.
But now, Jing Changyuan was trying to position Marquis Jing’an Mansion on the opposing side of the many Jianghu forces.
"Haha, Jing the Madman, we have no intention of being enemies with Marquis Jing’an Mansion. If you want to be enemies with Marquis Jing’an Mansion, that’s Lingxiu Villa’s business, just don’t drag our West Building Sword Sect into it!"
Before Luo Jingsong could speak, Pei Du suddenly ca forward with a laugh and spoke up.
"Pei Du!" Jing Changyuan’s face instantly turned extrely grim.
And right when Pei Du spoke up, more Martial Artists moved toward the Secret Martial Guards’ campsite. Of course, between them and their destination stood Luo Jingsong and the Guard Camp.
Luo Jingsong, watching more Martial Artists gathering again, inwardly cursed at the nuisance.
He had already intimidated these Martial Artists, but this Jing Changyuan unexpectedly ca out to stir up trouble.
Fortunately, Pei Du spoke up, or else Luo Jingsong really wouldn’t know how to handle it; he certainly couldn’t place Marquis Jing’an Mansion at odds with the nurous Jianghu forces.
Pei Du walked up in a carefree manner, completely unconcerned with Jing Changyuan’s roaring, instead shouting to the surrounding Jianghu Martial Artists: "Gentlen, we’re here to watch the excitent, not to really contest for that Star Origin Fruit!"
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