Master Zhixuan's hand loosened, but he was still held aloft on the long spear, the vitality in his body trickling away bit by bit.
Only when Yang Zhengshan pulled out the long spear did his body drop to the ground.
When the spear tip was drawn free, it was still stained with blood. Blood slowly dripped onto the bluestone ground, but Yang Zhengshan turned his head and looked toward the houses in the distance.
He did not know whose estate it was, nor did he know what sort of people were hiding inside those houses.
But that no longer mattered. Very soon, the door was smashed open, and several blood-soaked soldiers rushed into the house. A scream rang out, and afterward the soldiers came back out, then began searching the next room.
Yang Zhengshan withdrew his gaze, leaped onto the courtyard wall, then sprang through the air, charging toward the direction of the royal palace.
At this moment, on the walls of the royal palace, Yang Minghao and Yang Chengxu were being besieged by many martial artists.
Yang Zhengshan merely swept a glance over them, then picked up several curved blades from the ground and flung them toward the place where they were fighting.
The curved blades spun, falling into the crowd and stirring up a spray of blood.
Then Yang Zhengshan looked at the closed palace gate, lifted his foot, and kicked out fiercely.
Rumble, rumble~~
He kicked twice in a row, and the palace gate, a zhang tall, collapsed with a thunderous crash.
This palace gate was far too crude, so crude that it could not stop Yang Zhengshan at all.
In comparison, that city gate from earlier had been much sturdier.
"Kill!"
Yang Zhengshan shouted coldly.
The many soldiers behind him immediately rushed into the royal palace.