They were indeed White Lotus Sect followers in disguise. At this moment, they no longer concealed their identities.
"Kill these imperial court dogs!"
"Lay down our lives for the Divine Sect!"
The followers roared as they charged in, colliding with the Imperial Guard.
A fierce battle erupted.
Yet they fell one after another beneath the Imperial Guard's sharp saber techniques.
Su Fei took the lead, drawing the Spring Embroidered Saber in his right hand.
With a clang, the saber cried out.
A vast blade aura flashed past.
The heads of five or six White Lotus Sect followers flew into the air, blood spraying forth.
Then, with a Dragon Appears in the Field from his left hand, he unleashed a dragon-shaped burst of force.
The howling palm wind shattered the breastbones of three followers charging toward him.
The Imperial Guard were well-trained and coordinated seamlessly.
White Lotus Sect followers fell one after another.
In an instant, the entire village became an asura battlefield. Blood dyed the bluestone roads red, and against the setting sun's lingering glow, the scene looked all the more tragic.
"A pack of trash!"
An angry roar came from deep within the village. An old man with a gloomy face swept over on the rooftops.
He thrust out both palms, sending two gray palm winds straight at Commander Feng's face. A foul stench filled the air wherever they passed.
"White Lotus Annihilation Palm. So it's you, White Lotus envoy."
Commander Feng's gaze sharpened. Instead of retreating, he advanced, clenching both hands into fists until his knuckles turned white. It was precisely the Stone Splitting Hand that had made his name.
"Bang!"
Fist and palm collided, and their force exploded. Tiles around them were blasted into the air.
Commander Feng retreated half a step, spiderweb cracks spreading across the bluestones beneath his feet. The old man in black robes was also jolted, his body swaying.
"Feng Changqing, your Stone Splitting Hand has improved quite a bit."
Commander Feng stared at the black-robed elder's face. The longer he looked, the more familiar it became.
"You are Qin Wushang. More than twenty years ago, I even drank with you. I never imagined that after disappearing for over a decade, you would join the White Lotus Sect. In your youth, you were at least a man who upheld justice and helped the weak."
"Can you face what you did in your youth?"
The black-robed elder, Qin Wushang, sneered.
"Upholding justice in my youth was worth shit. I helped others, but when I fell into hardship, no one could help me."
"Afterward, I understood one truth: if a man does not look out for himself, heaven and earth will destroy him."
"Later, I joined the White Lotus Sect. As long as I did their work, cultivation resources, powerful martial arts, and pills to break through realms were all there for the taking."
"The White Lotus Sect is my true home."
Faced with his twisted argument, Commander Feng sneered.
"You're beyond saving. Today is the day you die. Let's see who can save you today."
The two clashed once more.
Commander Feng's Stone Splitting Hand was fierce and domineering, every punch carrying the force to collapse mountains and split rocks.
Qin Wushang's White Lotus Annihilation Palm, however, was sinister and strange. Wherever its palm wind reached, grass and trees withered.
The two leaped and darted across the rooftops, palm winds and fist shadows intertwining. From time to time, they smashed a house roof into ruins. Amid flying wood chips, the two figures flashed like lightning, fighting in a deadlock.
Su Fei glanced at the fierce battle in the air but did not step forward to help.
He knew that Commander Feng and the White Lotus envoy were evenly matched and did not need his assistance.
He turned toward the village. More than a hundred followers were still stubbornly resisting, fighting the Imperial Guard.
Just as Su Fei was about to charge toward the area where the followers were most densely gathered, he suddenly heard movement at his side.
Turning his head, he saw the wooden door of a house violently kicked apart, and four tall figures sprang out.
Each of them radiated an extraordinary presence.
Some Imperial Guards recognized the men and cried out in alarm.
"The Four Demons of the Northern Region! How could you be here?"
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The leader of the four was barehanded, with a vicious face full of flesh. Two tiger fangs even protruded from the corners of his mouth. He was the eldest, Fiend Demon.
At his side stood a man carrying an Executioner's saber on his back. Baleful Intent radiated from his entire body, and his eyes were as cold as ice. He was the second, Blade Demon.
The third held a jet-black spear, its tip slanting toward the ground. His gaze was as sinister as a snake's. He was the third, Spear Demon.
The last carried an iron club as thick as a bowl across his shoulder, his face covered in a savage grin. He was the fourth, Club Demon.
Seeing the ferocious appearance of these men, the nearby Imperial Guards all knew they were not to be trifled with and felt somewhat frightened.
Fiend Demon grinned.
"You little Imperial Guard brats, we brothers joined the White Lotus Sect. Do we need to report it to you?"
Club Demon licked his lips, his face filled with bloodlust.
"Big Brother, since we've joined the White Lotus Sect, let's put in some effort for them. Kill more Imperial Guards, and we can ask that old Qin Wushang for some reward money."
Blade Demon spoke coldly.
"What Fourth Brother said makes sense. I agree as well. In any case, the Imperial Guard and we are enemies, not friends. We're still on the Imperial Guard's wanted list."
Fiend Demon answered concisely.
"Fine. Since my brothers' hands are itching, let's do it."
Clearly, the four had only recently joined the White Lotus Sect and were now hoping to earn merit.
With a flick of his hand, Spear Demon thrust his spear through an Imperial Guard's heart.
Blade Demon drew his saber and slashed. Wherever the blade light passed, three Imperial Guards screamed as they stumbled back, severed limbs flying everywhere.
Club Demon swung his iron club in a sweeping strike. The sounds of cracking bones and screams rang out without end.
Fiend Demon charged directly into the crowd, tearing and rending with both claws. In the blink of an eye, four Imperial Guards died miserably at his hands.
In only a brief moment, more than ten Imperial Guards fell into pools of blood, and the space around the four was cleared clean.
Centurion Zhang flew into a rage at the sight. These Imperial Guards were all his sworn comrades and brothers, yet more than ten of them had been killed just like that.
How could he endure it?
His eyes turned bloodshot as he charged forward with his Spring Embroidered Saber, unleashing all his true essence.
He slashed at Club Demon, the fourth brother.
Club Demon looked disdainful and swung his club backhandedly at the Spring Embroidered Saber.
Centurion Zhang only felt a tremendous force strike him, nearly making him lose his grip on the Spring Embroidered Saber.
He staggered back five steps before finally dispelling the impact.
Lowering his head, he saw that the web between his thumb and forefinger was already stained with blood, and his heart shook.
He was a Xiantian Realm Fifth Layer martial artist. His strength could not be called weak.
But against the Four Demons of the Northern Region—
All four demons were peak Xiantian Realm Ninth Layer martial artists. Even Club Demon, ranked fourth among them, possessed such strength that he alone could kill him.
The Four Demons were said to be capable of fighting a Grandmaster when they joined forces.
He was still utterly insignificant before them.
Just as Club Demon revealed a savage grin and continued walking toward Centurion Chen.
Su Fei had already arrived nearby.
A chill flashed through his eyes, and fury surged straight to his head.
He was familiar with Centurion Zhang as well. The two often went together to pleasure houses to listen to music; they had the friendship shared between men.
Now that Brother Zhang was in danger, how could he refuse to save him?
Moreover, these four demons had killed so many Imperial Guards.
Though these Imperial Guards had not shared life and death with him, they were still his comrades. How could he allow the four demons to slaughter them so wantonly?
"Courting death!"
His body did not move. He pressed together the index and middle fingers of his right hand, secretly circulating his true essence as two streams of true essence condensed to the utmost at his fingertips.
"Finger Flicking Divine Ability."
Su Fei bent his fingers and flicked. Two bursts of true essence tore through the air, moving faster than the limit visible to the naked eye.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
Two dull sounds rang out almost simultaneously.
Club Demon, who had been grinning savagely, suddenly had his head explode like a watermelon struck by a heavy hammer, red and white matter splattering all over the ground.
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