Little Guan Gong of Our Suppression Bureau Has Arrived

At the Second Peak, a vicious battle had already raged for nearly an hour.

Jin Yichuan and Zhang Chao were in constant danger. Jiang Xingxing and Jiang Han were biological siblings, well versed in combined attack techniques.

The ground was strewn with the corpses of Imperial Guards and Cloud Dragon Mountain bandits. Very few were still standing.

Ye Ronghuo's corpse lay in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open. He had clearly been dead for quite some time.

Jin Yichuan was the most severely injured, with several saber wounds across his abdomen. He still held his blade as he fought, his face pale.

Zhang Chao stood shoulder to shoulder with him. Before them stood a man and a woman—Jiang Xingxing and Jiang Han.

Besides them, over a hundred mountain bandits were locked in battle with the Imperial Guards.

As Tai Long and Jiang Han fell off the cliff together, the assault on the Third Peak was declared a failure.

Tai Long was nowhere to be seen. His men had been left leaderless and were wiped out completely. More than three hundred bandits had even come to reinforce the Second Peak.

Jin Yichuan had initially been able to hold out against Jiang Xingxing and Jiang Han, but with several hundred more enemies suddenly joining the fight, his protective true qi shattered, and he was almost instantly hacked to the ground!

Had Zhang Chao not arrived with a large force to reinforce him, he would have already been cut to death beneath a rain of blades.

"Cloud Dragon Village has suffered a great calamity today. These Imperial Guard dogs truly deserve to die!" Jiang Xingxing said coldly.

"I have no axe, and you have no saber. Let's kill this wounded Imperial Guard first and avenge our brothers of Cloud Dragon Village!" Jiang Han said, his gaze flickering coldly.

Jiang Xingxing understood at once. Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she nodded.

Tai Long had been forced back by Jiang Xingxing's saber strike from afar and fallen into the lake. There had been no sign of him for an hour. He had clearly drowned.

If they killed Jin Yichuan today as well, two Commanders of a Thousand would have died. No matter how powerful the Imperial Guard was, chaos would erupt within its ranks.

The two attacked together. Though neither held a weapon, one struck with a kick while the other threw a punch, their coordination flawless.

Jin Yichuan could not fend off four hands with two. He was immediately put in danger, staggering backward before coughing up a mouthful of blood.

Zhang Chao's expression changed. He rushed to assist with his Spring Embroidered Saber in hand, its blade pointed straight at Jiang Han.

"Haha, Imperial Guard dogs, you are nothing more than this. Both of you will die here today!" Jiang Xingxing laughed loudly. Her features were picturesque, yet her expression was cold as ice.

The siblings abruptly changed direction and lunged toward Zhang Chao together.

They had worked together since childhood and understood each other perfectly. A single glance was enough.

They intended to deal with Zhang Chao first, then finish off the heavily wounded Jin Yichuan!

Jiang Xingxing raised her leg and kicked Zhang Chao squarely. He grunted, and with a crack, his arm broke. The Spring Embroidered Saber flew from his hand and embedded itself in a nearby tree.

He was only at the Third Level of Xiantian. The gap between him and the Seventh Level of Xiantian was simply too great.

Their first direct clash had revealed the difference.

Jiang Han followed up at once, throwing both fists forward. He possessed Innate Divine Strength, and his punches roared like tigers through the forest.

In an instant, he sent Zhang Chao flying with a punch, hurling him several meters through the air until he crashed into a large tree.

With a crack, the thick century-old tree snapped. Zhang Chao's chest caved in, blood sprayed everywhere, and he collapsed to the ground, dead or alive unknown.

"Commander Zhang?"

Jin Yichuan called out twice from afar, but could only retreat with his saber in hand, his face pale.

He looked around at the many Imperial Guard corpses, unwillingness filling his heart.

Tai Long was dead, and the Imperial Guards Zhang Chao had brought were nearly all dead as well.

Had nothing gone wrong on Tai Long's side, Jin Yichuan would certainly have been able to kill Jiang Xingxing by the shore while fighting her.

Jiang Han and Jiang Xingxing had joined forces. One was at the Fifth Level of Xiantian, the other at the Seventh Level of Xiantian. Together, they were enough to fight someone at the Eighth Level of Xiantian!

"Today, I, Jin Yichuan, have caused so many brothers to die. I have no face left to return to the Suppression Bureau. Give me your lives!"

Jin Yichuan threw back his head and roared, charging forward with his Spring Embroidered Saber.

Jiang Han and Jiang Xingxing remained calm. Jin Yichuan had already reached the end of the road. This was merely the struggle of a dying man.

One sibling slid across the ground while the other leaped into the air. Jiang Xingxing swept her long leg out in a low kick, knocking Jin Yichuan to the ground.

Jiang Han's gaze turned sharp. He hurled a punch downward from the air, aiming straight for Jin Yichuan's chest.

Jin Yichuan's expression changed drastically. He twisted his body in midair and abruptly flipped over, but Jiang Han's punch still struck his thigh. With a crack, his leg bone broke, and blood splattered everywhere.

"You Imperial Guard dogs killed over a thousand people from Cloud Dragon Village. Did you think this day would never come?" Jiang Xingxing laughed coldly, picking up Jin Yichuan's fallen Spring Embroidered Saber and charging toward him.

"Today, I will use your blood to honor the thousand lives of Cloud Dragon Village!"

"Enough nonsense! You bandits plundered commoners. What righteousness do you have to speak of? Kill me! If I beg for mercy even once, then I am no longer Jin Yichuan!"

Jin Yichuan staggered backward and laughed loudly.

"You are a real man. Die." Jiang Xingxing's gaze was icy as the long saber stabbed straight toward Jin Yichuan's heart.

"If Commander Zuo had not gone to save that Tai Long today, how could this disaster have happened!"

Jin Yichuan stared at the Blade Aura before him and sighed toward the sky, bitterness flashing through his eyes.

In his eyes, Tai Long was nothing but a complete idiot. A Xiantian Realm expert had somehow drowned in a lake.

At least his own death would be better than Tai Long's. It would not be nearly as humiliating.

Jin Yichuan did not know that without Su Changqing, Tai Long would not have been injured.

Nor would he have drowned in the water. He would have come to help Jin Yichuan instead.

A tiny difference could lead to a thousand miles of error. Such was often the way of the world.

Suddenly, a glint of cold light tore through the sky.

The cold light was soul-shaking. It was an Azure Dragon Crescent Blade weighing a hundred jin, whistling fiercely through the air. Jiang Xingxing looked up, her expression changing drastically as she dropped her raised leg, her long, straight legs forming a perfect split.

The Azure Dragon Crescent Blade erupted with cold radiance, and faint golden light flickered across it. It flew past her head, horrifying and bone-chilling to behold. Her glossy hair danced in the wind, several strands severed by the Blade Aura.

The blade buried itself deep within a large tree, piercing several meters into it.

Jiang Xingxing's face filled with shock and fear. She rose and stared toward the fog-covered shore from afar.

The mist was too thick. She could not make out who had thrown the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade.

"Who is it?" Jiang Han looked over as well.

The shore was shrouded in heavy mist. They could not see the other party, and naturally, the other party could not see them either.

What kind of strength and precision of vision was this?

Jiang Han possessed Innate Divine Strength, so he naturally understood.

Had Jiang Xingxing not been at the Seventh Level of Xiantian and exceptionally gifted, that strike alone could have taken her life.

"Hahaha, Little Guan Gong of our Suppression Bureau has arrived! All of you will die here!" Jin Yichuan burst into laughter upon seeing the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade.

"Little Guan Gong?" Jiang Han narrowed his eyes.

"The Seventh Peak was the first to be breached by him. He killed nearly two hundred of our brothers, and Ji Chufeng died by his hand!"

"Kill this Commander of a Thousand quickly! The two of us together can kill even someone at the Eighth Level of Xiantian!" Jiang Xingxing said coldly.

She kicked Zhang Chao's corpse aside, then flicked her toes upward, sending the Spring Embroidered Saber into the air.

Jiang Han caught it in one hand. Cold radiance flashed from the blade as he casually swung it a few times.

"It is not as good as an axe, but it will do. Still, after today, I fear my sister and I will have to hide our identities and live in anonymity." Jiang Han sighed.