This sudden turn of events was so unexpected that it subconsciously reminded everyone of the ti, nearly a year ago, when the Jingnan Prince had led his 150,000 troops to march on Cangyun City.
With the battle in Hanyun Valley looming, the Jingnan Prince could not co in person. Yet these retired Martial Guards had spontaneously organized themselves to co here?
Who would have thought that a man who had stepped down nearly a year ago, and was plagued with troubles, could still wield such imnse influence?
As a result, those who had been zealously clamoring just monts before felt a sudden chill and imdiately shut their mouths, cowering and not daring to speak recklessly anymore.
"Are—are these people staging a rebellion? And where are the Ten Thousand Martial Guards? Why aren't they intervening and letting them act so outrageously?"
"This is too much! Do they have no respect for the law?"
Those who usually trampled on the law were now wielding it as a weapon, hoping that other divisions of the Martial Departnt would step in and round up these traitorous rebels in one fell swoop.
Apparently, they had forgotten the dubious roles they themselves had played in this turmoil.
"The Ten Thousand Martial Guards haven't made a single move. Could it be that..."
If they weren't turning a blind eye, how could such an astonishing scene possibly occur?
The atmosphere that suddenly enveloped the area was like a bucket of ice water poured over their heads, leaving countless people deep in thought amidst a deathly silence.
Even the Great Elder of the Elders' Court couldn't command these Ten Thousand Martial Guards?
This…
At this point, so of the more perceptive people had sensed that Luo Yunhai's position as the Great Elder was not as stable as everyone had imagined.
Moreover, was there so hidden truth behind the overwhelming accusations against the Forr Supre Martial Commander?
「Outside the Xia Family gates.」
A detachnt of the Ten Thousand Martial Guards stood on high alert.
Shen Ling, the once-fearso warrior, stepped out of the gate and casually tossed aside the blood-stained iron saber in his hand. He didn't leave but instead approached Ji Ping.
After causing such a commotion, he couldn't just save his own skin anymore.
Besides, from the mont he set foot on the Eight Hundred Li Hongzhi River, he had no intention of returning alive.
His own death was of no consequence, but he would not allow anyone to trample on Chen Yang's reputation.
"Take away. That way, you'll have sothing to report," Shen Ling said with a smile, willingly extending his hands. "None of us from Hanyun Valley shirk our responsibilities."
"Neither do we of the Ten Thousand Martial Guards," Ji Ping replied with certainty, his expression complex.
The aning was clear—he would not arrest him.
"Then I'll have to take my own life!" Shen Ling drew the dagger from his waist and slashed it toward his own neck.
SMACK.
Ji Ping knocked the dagger from Shen Ling's hand. "Don't be foolish!"
"Handcuff him!"
Left with no choice, Ji Ping reluctantly issued the order for his arrest.
"Haha…"
Shen Ling laughed heartily. "Since ancient tis, who has escaped death? My rage would never have been quelled if I didn't kill the man who dared to slander my Boss!"
Ji Ping and the other Ten Thousand Martial Guards saluted in unison.
In that mont, everything was understood without a word.
***
Dark clouds hung over the city, threatening to crush it.
The atmosphere at the Xiao Family residence also underwent a shocking and drastic reversal.
Those officials and nobles who ca to curry favor with the Biluo Sword Valley while trampling on Chen Yang's dignity were now on tenterhooks, their pale faces streaming with cold sweat.
After a few whispered exchanges, these people grew even more restless.
Especially Xiao Ziquan. He had been standing arrogantly before Chen Yang, waiting for him to kneel and cripple his own cultivation, but now, his superior expression was twitching uncontrollably.
It was only with Fan Qingfeng's backing that Xiao Ziquan had dared to be so brazen, but now…
He slowly shuffled his feet, then quickly distanced himself from Chen Yang, hiding behind Fan Qingfeng, not daring to make another move.
The air seed to freeze in the deathly stillness.
Yang Hu had already received the news and, with mixed feelings, relayed everything to Chen Yang.
Chen Yang sighed. He had sensed sothing was amiss earlier, and sure enough, he was right.
Why are these n so impulsive?
"Where's Shen Ling?" Chen Yang asked.
"Ji Ping just sent a ssage. He said he'll keep Shen Ling safe," Yang Hu replied.
Chen Yang shook his head. "He won't be able to protect him. Tell him to send Shen Ling over here."
"Alright!"
Yang Hu took out his phone and imdiately made the call.
The gravity of this matter far exceeded the incident Liu Wu had caused last ti. If it wasn't handled properly, forget Shen Ling—not a single one of the four hundred thousand people outside the city would escape.
After all, the current Elders' Court was Luo Yunhai's domain.
CLINK.
Fan Qingfeng placed the lid on his teacup and set it on the table, casting an interested glance at Chen Yang. "I didn't see that coming. A has-been like you, with a completely ruined reputation, still has such influence?"
"He probably brainwashed those people quite successfully," Xiao Ziquan muttered under his breath before asserting confidently, "But what does it matter? Compared to you, Steward Fan, what is any of that worth?"
"Heh…"
Fan Qingfeng raised his hand. The ever-observant Xiao Ziquan promptly offered a cigarette and lit it for him.
"Even Luo Yunhai has to treat with respect," Fan Qingfeng said, exhaling a puff of smoke toward Chen Yang. "Do you understand what I'm implying?"
"Did you hear that?" Xiao Ziquan said pompously. "Stop wasting ti with these useless theatrics. You'd better kneel down quickly and not waste any more of Steward Fan's ti."
A burst of raucous laughter erupted from the crowd.
Those who had been uncertain just a mont ago were now laughing with scorn once more.
"Even if it ans being his dog, that's a position countless people dream of but can never attain. Your ancestors must be smiling down on you to grant you such a great opportunity," Xiao Ziquan urged again.
BOOM!
Yang Hu shot forward, his fingers bent into a claw as he lunged for Xiao Ziquan's neck.
"Hmph!" Fan Qingfeng scoffed. "Kid, are you ignoring my presence? Where I am, even ten pieces of trash like you would have to grovel obediently."
"Making a move in front of ? You must be tired of living."
With that, the Steward of the Biluo Sword Valley flicked his right hand, and the Three-Foot Green Peak Sword on his back leaped into his grasp.
He rose abruptly and took a step to the side.
Huh?
Fan Qingfeng frowned. What's going on? Why can't I complete the step?
"Break!" Fan Qingfeng roared, mobilizing every ounce of strength in his body. Yet, the foot he tried to move wouldn't budge, as if a mountain were weighing down on him.
This…
Instantly, Fan Qingfeng's face turned crimson, sweat pouring down his skin. All he could do was watch helplessly as Yang Hu seized Xiao Ziquan.
"You… you dare to touch ?" Xiao Ziquan shrieked, his feet dangling in the air.
SLAP.
Yang Hu raised his hand and struck, the blow splitting Xiao Ziquan's skin and sending blood gushing. "Co on. Say 'dog' one more ti. I dare you."
Xiao Ziquan: "…"
"Do you see? The steward you regard as a god, the one you'd willingly serve as his beast of burden? He can't protect you when your life is on the line."
Yang Hu slowly drew the paratrooper knife from his waist, wiped it on his arm, and smiled wickedly. "Now, are you starting to feel hopeless?"
"You, the esteed mber of the imperial family," Yang Hu said, grinning with great interest at Chen Junhua. "I'm about to kill soone. Are you just going to sit there? Not planning on saying or doing anything?"
Chen Junhua: "…"
Chen Junhua, whose mind was already in turmoil, subconsciously glanced at Fan Qingfeng. That single look sent a bone-deep chill through his entire body.
This is a Steward of the Biluo Sword Valley, and he can't even make a move… This is…
SLICE!
The paratrooper knife flashed. The throat of the Xiao Family's Young Master, who had been so full of himself just monts ago, was slit open, blood pouring out like a fountain.
"I am a Steward of the Biluo Sword Valley! You can't afford to provoke !" Fan Qingfeng's eyelids twitched as he saw Xiao Ziquan's body tossed aside like trash. He then made his threat in a cold voice.
Chen Yang gently swirled the tea in his cup, a faint smile on his lips. "Gu Liangren said the sa thing once."
Fan Qingfeng: "…"
"Kill him."
With that said, Chen Yang walked over to Chen Junhua. Tilting his head, he spoke in a thoughtful tone, "Tell , if I were to hang you from the gates of the ancient city, what do you think the Chen Family would do?"
Chen Junhua: "…"
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