Facing three arrows, Ye Qingzhou first shot and killed a well-dressed person among the rebels, causing the enemy to lose command and control, then charged into the crowd alone, unleashing his unmatched power.
Wherever his sword blade reached, corpses lay in heaps, and blood flowed everywhere.
The rebel soldiers were just a motley crew, having never seen a fierce fighter like Ye Qingzhou.
In the blink of an eye, their morale collapsed, and they scattered in flight. Ye Qingzhou, too lazy to pursue, mounted his horse directly, and charged towards the next gathering of rebels.
He transford into a tireless reaper, bringing endless slaughter and fear wherever he went.
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At the horse market west of the city, inside the post house, travelers in Yu Yang on business used tables and chairs to block the door, carrying lots of valuables, fearing that the rebels would kill and rob them.
"Brother Feng, what should we do?"
"There are so many rebels outside!"
Wang Junfeng’s face was stern, but as soon as he spoke, he cald his clansn: "Don’t panic, the rebels won’t break in for a while, and we’ll fight our way out together later. At worst, we’ll give up the goods."
"But if we lose this batch of goods, how will we explain to the clan?"
"As long as we live, we can explain; if we die, what explanation is there?"
Wang Junfeng’s mind was clear, and he had even thought of how to create chaos and lead his clansn to escape in the confusion.
Just as he resolved to cut his losses bravely, sounds of fierce fighting suddenly ca from outside.
"Monster!"
"That monster is here again!"
"Run for your lives!"
"Ah, spare !"
The intense sound of battle made Wang Junfeng’s eyes light up: "Good opportunity! Go, follow out!"
But when they rushed out, they were stunned to find that hundreds of fully ard rebel soldiers had been defeated by one person, causing their lines to collapse.
In the night, the figure moving like a nimble dragon shocked Wang Junfeng, who was also a martial artist.
He had once followed a famous teacher, learning great skills, and his master once praised him as a martial prodigy seldom seen in a century, with few in the world able to surpass him.
Wang Junfeng had also been proud of that, believing his skills were enough to traverse the world.
If he could follow a wise lord, he might make achievents and be recorded in history.
But now, seeing Ye Qingzhou’s shocking sword skills, he realized how laughable his thoughts were, and how insignificant his martial techniques seed.
After defeating the rebels in the west market, Ye Qingzhou felt slightly tired, sheathed his sword, sat down on the spot, and started eating dry food and drinking clear water, replenishing his energy and strength.
Even with his innovative and subtle control, the intense battle had consud much of his stamina and energy. Fortunately, the power of thought ability was transforming his muscles and blood, granting him far superior digestion and tabolism, allowing him to consu large amounts of carbohydrates in one go, converting them into energy for storage.
Ye Qingzhou ate food ant for twenty people in one breath. As he was feasting, Wang Junfeng approached.
"My surna is Wang, given na Junfeng, residing in West Ridge. May I know how to address you?"
"Ye Qingzhou."
As Ye Qingzhou raised his eyes and his gaze fell on Wang Junfeng, he was secretly amazed: "This person has remarkable bones, truly a martial prodigy."
Wang Junfeng was fair and handso, with a determined and composed gaze, surely a courageous and resolute person.
Ye Qingzhou even activated his Divine Eye, seeing the celestial destiny of Sisi in red and green, falling upon Wang Junfeng, transforming into a majestic tiger.
"Favored by heaven, a fate like a tiger, this is the deanor of a renowned general."
With the chaos in Da Liang looming, it naturally was a ti for heroes to erge, providing strategists and renowned generals a chance to break free from existing class confines and step onto the historical stage.
Ye Qingzhou’s mind turned; to acquire the Xuanyuan Sword, he must first beco emperor in the Cangyuan Realm, rising as the supre ruler.
And the way of the Xuanyuan Sword is the way of the ancient sages, governing through reclusiveness but relying on gathering the capable, entrusting the nation to the virtuous to stabilize social order and ensure the people’s well-being.
Clearly, the Wang Junfeng before him is such a capable person.
A thousand soldiers are easy to find, but a general is hard to co by.
Ye Qingzhou suddenly felt delighted and asked with a smile, "How do you find my swordsmanship?"
Wang Junfeng responded solemnly, his expression serious: "Unfathomable by ghosts and gods, invincible in the world."
"Do you want to learn? I’ll teach you."
Ye Qingzhou’s words filled Wang Junfeng with overwhelming joy. He imdiately knelt without hesitation: "Master, please accept my bow."
"Hahaha, I accept you as my disciple."
Ye Qingzhou laughed loudly, then mounted his horse, calling for Wang Junfeng and the others to follow: "Let’s go."
"Where is Master taking ?"
"To have a drink at my wedding banquet."
"Wedding banquet?"
Wang Junfeng was taken aback, only then noticing Ye Qingzhou wearing a groom’s attire, stained with so much blood it had been hard to recognize at first.
On the way back, they encountered several groups of rebel remnants, with the largest one numbering over a hundred, which even made Wang Junfeng nervous.
It’s worth noting that although he prided himself on his martial arts, he admitted he couldn’t fight against a hundred.
At least not in direct combat; however, equipped with long spears, bows, armor, and a fine horse, he had confidence to employ hit-and-run tactics like peeling an onion, to fight a hundred.
But Ye Qingzhou was bolder, wearing a cloth robe and wielding a long sword, he directly charged the military formation, dashing back and forth, overturning the rebel soldiers.
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