The City Gates Change Banners (continued)

Si Ming pointed behind him and said, "There are ready-made intelligence sources right behind us. Compared to ordinary citizens, these soldiers should know what's happening up there, right?"

The three had reached a decision, and suddenly stopped and turned around. He Qichang took the lead and unleashed a torrent of Demon Blade: Torrent. The blade wind was fierce and howling, but it was mainly blunt force, without activating the blade energy, because he used the back of the blade instead of the blade.

With a gust of wind, a series of crisp cracking sounds rang out. Although the arms of the Imperial Army were struck by the back of the blade, their weapons fell to the ground, and at the same time, they were all stabbed in the stomach. They all groaned and curled up like snakes.

"You wicked scoundrel, how dare you resist!"

The only one who could block the blade's force was the Captain of this Imperial Army squad. He wielded a rather rare double crutch. With a twist of his left arm, he cut through the blade's wind, while his right crutch thrust straight at He Qichang had not yet sheathed his blade.

He Qichang did not dodge, because Murong Qing attacked from the side in time. The Moon God's Tear was so sharp that it cut the steel cane in half with One Sword strike.

Just as he was about to pierce through the Imperial Army Captain, Murong Qing displayed extraordinary control over his internal energy, forcefully stopping the sword's momentum and barely managing to halt it at the point where it would pierce the opponent's skin.

The Imperial Army Captain was surprised, but due to his duty, he showed no mercy. He twisted his left arm and swept his cane toward Murong Qing, but froze just before it hit.

Cold air enters the body!

Seeing that the other party had lost the ability to resist, Murong Qing about to capture the person when suddenly a loud laugh rang out, accompanied by a fierce and violent blade aura that slashed through the air, with yin and yang energies surging.

"You must be Yan Jinghong and Ling Huanxi's disciples. Taking you down will force them to come out." The one who drew the knife was none other than Bold Evil Shentu Chuang.

"Change teammates!"

Si Ming replaced Murong Qing and slashed out with the Crimson Scorpion Evil Saber, directly clashing with the Nine-Ringed Golden Blade. His divine power erupted, forcing his opponent back three steps.

Shentu Chuang looked shocked, observing Si Ming with disbelief. Then, his suspicious gaze lingered on He Qichang for a moment. "That's not right. Yan Jinghong uses a sword, so his disciple should also use a sword. But your martial arts styles are completely different from Yan Jinghong's. Could this girl be his disciple?"

His gaze shifted to Murong Qing, then he immediately shook his head. "No, you used the Vast Cold Immortal Sword Art. You're definitely Ling Huanxi's disciple. How strange, isn't Yan Jinghong's disciple here?"

In this era without cell phone cameras, obtaining a person's photo is not so easy. Even if the government has data stored, without computers, it is impossible to steal it through the internet. Therefore, sometimes recognizing a person's martial arts skills is more effective than recognizing their appearance in identifying them.

The other party might mistake him for someone else, but Si Ming couldn't deny his identity, otherwise he would be violating the principle of respecting his master. So, he casually stuck the knife at his feet, pointed his thumb at himself, and said arrogantly, "Are you blind? Laozi am the genuine, only direct disciple of Yan Jinghong. Can't you tell that my demeanor is so similar?"

"They're nothing alike! It's like the difference between a gentleman and a rogue, the difference is too great."

The criticism wasn't Shentu Chuang, but at He Qichang.

Therefore, Shentu Chuang said with dissatisfaction, "You brat who used the Demon Blade Art, you've already said everything, so what am I supposed to say!"

Si Ming scoffed, "What a bunch of shallow people! Don't judge a book by its cover, look at the substance!"

Murong Qing her head and said, "Then it's even less likely."

"Hey, you two, which side are you standing over there?"

"Hahaha... This young man is quite interesting, very much to my liking." Shentu Chuang laughed heartily for a while, "Since we get along so well, I'll go easy on you and make sure you're left alive."

"What a coincidence, that's what I was thinking too."

Their eyes met, and they smiled knowingly.

Then, a cold light suddenly appeared, clashing in mid-air with a clang and a gust of wind.

"You brat, you actually launched a sneak attack! How despicable and shameless!"

"You still have the nerve to say that? You were the one who attacked first, I was just forced to retaliate!"

The two exchanged insults and slashed at each other with their swords. One was a ferocious demon, the other a demon of yin and yang. Their energy swept out like a tsunami, destroying all the public facilities along the road. The road surface was as if it had been plowed by lightning, and all the streetlights were cut down.

Si Ming's advantage in strength was offset by his opponent's advantage in Internal Cultivation, but he immediately activated the Divine Sight Illusory Observation Art to stimulate his internal Qi and Blood, and his strength instantly increased threefold. With each slash of the evil blade, it was like a giant splitting a mountain, and the fierce energy turned into physical form, pressing forward wave after wave.

As the two swords clashed, Shentu Chuang felt a sharp pain in his tiger's mouth, as if it were about to split open. The sword wind, as solid as a stone wall, made him gasp for breath, and his body involuntarily took a step back. Before he could catch his breath, the follow-up attacks came one after another, giving him no chance to catch his breath and forcing him to retreat step by step.

Is this brat on drugs? How come he's suddenly become so fierce?

Shentu Chuang horrified. He realized that if he continued to fight like this, even if he didn't show any signs of defeat in his moves, his arm that was wielding the sword would probably give out first. Even with the physical strength of a Spirit Transformation, a broken arm could heal in a few breaths, but those few breaths would be enough for his opponent to chop him into mincemeat.

"Yin Declines and Yang Is Exhausted!"

Shentu Chuang angrily, his sword exhausting both Yin and Yang energies, dissolving all his power, and using the force to fly backward, crashing into a nearby house, causing a young couple inside to scream in fright.

Shentu Chuang glanced at it but didn't take it hostage. He pondered to himself that if it were Yan Jinghong, taking a hostage would force him to make a firm decision, but leaving it alone would make Yan Jinghong hesitate for fear of harming innocent people. Since this kid was Yan Jinghong's disciple, he must also...

"Asura Pardons Buddha!"

"They don't care at all!"

The fierce blade energy cleaved through the wall and slashed down. Shentu Chuang his sword to block, but his hasty action was like trying to withstand the opponent's ultimate move. Instantly, his body sank, the floor cracked and shattered, as if a mountain was pressing down on his shoulders. His bones and muscles made cracking sounds, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat. He barely managed to grit his teeth and stop himself. At the same time, the remaining force of the blade energy swept out, knocking the young couple who couldn't escape in time, causing them to bleed from their heads.

Si Ming barged into the room, glanced around, and immediately roared angrily with righteous indignation, "Hey! You're supposed to be a powerful Nascent Spirit Transformation, someone who must be quite a figure in the martial world, yet you take your anger out on innocent passersby. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the whole world?"

"It was clearly you—"

Shentu Chuang couldn't hold back any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood. Whether this kid was Yan Jinghong's apprentice or not was unknown, but his skin was definitely much thicker than Yan Jinghong's.

"You call yourself Yan Jinghong's disciple, yet you show no regard for the lives of innocent people. You are so ruthless and cruel, without a shred of compassion."

Knowing full well that you're trying to blackmail me with innocent bystanders, why would I fall for your tricks again? Do you think I'm stupid? If I give in to your wishes, you'll probably use the same methods on me again, and then there will be even more victims.

Although Si Ming thought this to himself, he said aloud, "Sorry, I didn't know there were people inside. How about... we do it again?" As he spoke, he slashed at Si Ming with his evil blade.

I'd be a pig to believe you!

Shentu Chuang Tu Chuang assumed his opponent was kind-hearted but ruthless, so he immediately used the opponent's force against him and crashed into the wall to escape. Since he couldn't use passersby to restrict his opponent, fighting in a narrow environment would be disadvantageous for him. It would be better to go to the street to make it easier to move and dodge. Si Ming followed closely behind.

On the other side, Murong Qing frowned and said, "I've heard my master describe that person, Bold Evil Shentu Chuang, who is a member of the Remote Heaven Society. Could it be that the Remote Heaven Society controlled France while we were away? If so, I'm afraid my master and Senior Yan might be in danger."

He Qichang was about to reply, a harsh female voice suddenly rang out. "Yes, your master and Yan Jinghong have already been captured by us. If you want to save your elders, you'd better surrender obediently."