Zhang Rongfang glanced at Huang Zhenyi, sighed, and waved his hand.
From the side of the death warriors, Weili slowly stepped out, also covered in blood, her pretty face pale.
Walking up to Huang Zhenyi, Weili paused, then suddenly drew a short sword and slashed it across his neck.
Cleanly severing his head.
Bang!
Suddenly, there was a muffled explosion.
Sothing on Huang Zhenyi’s body suddenly exploded.
Weili hurriedly shielded her face and retreated, but still let out a painful groan, her upper body and arms hit by an unknown number of iron needles.
A few of the Golden Wing Pavilion’s death warriors nearby were also unable to avoid, and those unlucky were shot down on the spot.
Zhang Rongfang raised his hand and swatted away two flying iron needles.
He was more than ten ters away from Huang Zhenyi, so by the ti the needles flew over, they had lost power.
If he had not been cautious earlier and approached to listen to the so-called secret, it wouldn’t be Weili who got hit, but him.
"If I hadn’t witnessed Huang Yuzhen’s tricks before, I might have really been fooled by you."
Sighing, Zhang Rongfang waved his hand again, and a few more people stepped forward to take Weili away for treatnt.
Weili wore high-grade leather armor and protected her face, so her arms were severely injured while her body suffered only minor wounds.
"Sir..." At this mont, Qingsu also stepped out from the crowd, looking complicatedly as Weili was taken away.
"From now on, you will be the new Bai Ying here. Later, I will choose another to partner with you," Zhang Rongfang said softly.
"Yes." Qingsu nodded.
"If Duan Valley’s Tongxin can recover, restore him to his original position. As for Bai Ying Xiang Ling, since she likes to be a traitor, let her perish with the Huang family."
Soon after, two head death warriors under Duan Valley stepped forward.
They had been reliable assistants before in Duan Valley and now automatically promoted, carrying out main commands. This was also part of the death warriors’ hierarchy.
The death warriors dragged the bloodied Xiang Ling and casually threw her into the Huang family’s main residence, which was gradually catching fire.
"Break her limbs, don’t let her escape," Zhang Rongfang instructed finally.
Then he looked up at the sky.
Though it was drizzling, it couldn’t stop wooden structures doused in kerosene from burning.
Amidst the screams, Qingsu personally broke Xiang Ling’s limbs, then returned to Zhang Rongfang’s side.
"Let’s go." Zhang Rongfang paid no more attention, turned around, and left through the main door.
This ti, his victory was in speed and his opponent’s underestimation of him. But after this, his power would be fully exposed to all the factions.
The next ti, it wouldn’t be as effective.
But it didn’t matter.
Next ti, he wouldn’t be the sa as he was now.
"Oh, don’t forget to take the money," he suddenly rembered, turning back to instruct Qingsu.
"Bribing both the Prefect and the Shangguan family to remain neutral cost quite a bit."
"Understood..." Qingsu suddenly felt relieved.
The Zhang Rongfang she had seen before was increasingly unfamiliar, even incomprehensible and daunting.
But this one sentence lted much of her fear.
"Also, many from the Huang family have escaped; you’ll be responsible for handling them later.
Leave the other Sea Dragon bases alone for now," Zhang Rongfang advised.
Just like the Golden Wing Pavilion, Sea Dragon has higher-ups and isn’t a standalone force.
For sothing like the Huang family, it was no big deal to wipe them out.
But Sea Dragon was different.....
He still had to consider other repercussions. If they destroyed the other side, getting a Super Grade sent from above would instantly reverse the situation.
For now, it wasn’t the right ti....
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March, 1185.
The Huang family in Wushan Prefecture was annihilated overnight.
In secrecy, the human trafficking organization Sea Dragon also suffered heavy losses, with the leader Cyan Horn missing.
Many of the thugs who road the streets causing trouble were significantly reduced in number.
The governntal offices announced the Huang family’s collusion with Sea Dragon and their involvent in kidnapping innocent won.
Claiming that the governnt, upon receiving an informant report, gathered manpower to critically damage and destroy Sea Dragon’s organization.
Rescuing nurous innocent won about to be trafficked.
For a ti, Prefect Yue Hanquan’s prestige greatly increased in Wushan Prefecture.
Secretly, the Yue family also expressed support for the Golden Wing Pavilion’s actions.
Zhang Rongfang retained the remaining mbers of the Golden Wing Pavilion, planning to recruit new ones.
Finding Main Building mbers was easy, but death warriors were hard to co by.
Death warriors were ticulously trained elites, following orders unquestioningly, cooperating seamlessly.
It was impossible to form them in the short term.
But he wasn’t in a rush.
After all, Wushan Prefecture’s atmosphere had changed for the better. It suited him well to focus on studying the Bodagan Language.
Zen Heart Literary Society.
Within the pink sheer drapes, Gong Shuyin sat cross-legged, using a special feather pen to slowly review Zhang Rongfang’s recently completed howork.
Bodagan Language belonged to the middle difficulty level of Bodagan scripts.
Its writing system wasn’t comprehensive, as it was mainly used for rituals and worship, making many daily expressions appear awkward and bizarre.
Amidst the rustling of writing, Zhang Rongfang closed his eyes to rest, gently rubbing his temples.
The issue with the Huang family was easy to resolve, whereas Sea Dragon posed more significant challenges.
Even with Cyan Horn dead, Sea Dragon would send another skilled individual to handle Wushan Prefecture.
After all, this place was equivalent to several tis the size of Tan Yang. They wouldn’t give up such a large city.
Lately, Zhang Rongfang had been juggling studying the Bodagan Language, dealing with matters concerning his sister and brother-in-law, and tackling Sea Dragon while clearing Huang family remnants.
Truly exhausting and draining his mind.
"Young Master Zhang seems sowhat distracted lately?" asked Gong Shuyin softly from behind the curtain.
"Is sothing delaying you?"
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