Crossing the River Dragon

The Misty Tower's main gate had collapsed. Its guards lay scattered all around, every one of them with broken bones and torn muscles.

The injured guards of the Misty Tower were silent as cicadas in winter. The troublemakers were too fierce. There were over a hundred of them, most of them Martial Masters, yet against the dozen or so people on the other side, they hadn't been able to fight back at all. They'd been flattened in the blink of an eye. Where had this band of crossing-the-river dragons come from?

Countless onlookers stood at a distance, thinking that something big was about to happen. Someone had actually dared to openly defy the Yu Family. Were they tired of living?

As residents of Qingyang City, they knew better than anyone how terrifying the Yu Family was. The Yu Family Patriarch, Yu Cangsong, was a Martial Path Grandmaster and the head of the Forbidden Martial Hall in the prefectural seat of the Dynasty. The Forbidden Martial Hall was full of experts; its power was nothing short of overwhelming.

And that wasn't all. Yu Cangsong's eldest son was a Martial Path Grandmaster too. That alone wasn't unusual, but he was also the prefectural governor of Qingyang Prefecture. Now that was something else. How vast was Qingyang Prefecture? As the highest-ranking official, the prefectural governor wielded power enough to blot out the sky!

In Qingyang City, there were no so-called four great families or three major sects. The Yu Family stood alone at the top, and all the other forces combined probably wouldn't amount to a meal for them. Who would dare slap the face of such a terrifying power unless they were tired of living?

What was more, the troublemakers had brazenly demanded that Yu Cangsong come in person to explain himself.