The fighting news at the Hundred Treasures Pavilion headquarters has already alarmed all the forces in Prefecture City.
On the roof of a three-story pavilion, Prefecture City Zhang Clan and Clan Head Zhang Yuanshan stood with their hands behind their hands, looking at the sky illuminated by fire.
He was wearing a dark purple Brocade Robe. He was about sixty years old, with a rosy complexion and a breath that was hard to fathom.
Behind him stood several core members of the Zhang Clan, all with solemn expressions.
"Iron River Gang, you are so courageous. Even within Prefecture City, you dare to do something like this. Is it just a decoration for the government?"
Zhang Yuanshan spoke in a low voice, his voice hoarse, with a bit of irrepressible anger.
To be precise, I feel sad. Iron River Gang is dealing with the Hundred Treasures Pavilion so unscrupulously now, and he may do the same to the Zhang Clan next time.
A middle-aged tribesman beside him answered in a low voice, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.
"Father, Iron River Gang now has a grandmaster in charge, and even the government does not want to offend easily."
Zhang Yuanshan was silent for a moment, and a trace of indescribable complexity appeared on that face.
He has lived for sixty years and has seen the rise and fall of many forces.
But there has never been a force like Iron River Gang, which does not belong to Seven Sects, but gave birth to a master-level powerhouse and a strong rise.
It can be called the biggest change in the county in decades.
In the distance, on the roof of another building, several figures stood scattered, looking in the direction of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion.
"Hundred Treasures Pavilion I'm afraid it's going to be bad this time."
"Including Hundred Treasures Pavilion, who is about to be annexed, this is already the third major force that Iron River Gang has annexed. By doing this, Iron River Gang is not afraid of causing public outrage?"
"So what if it causes public outrage? Don't forget, Iron River Gang has a master in charge."
The discussion was kept very low, as if afraid of being overheard by someone.
On the top of another building, Sheriff Zhou Huaian stood with his hands behind his hands, looking across the ridges of the roofs to the sky in the east of the city that was red with fire.
He was wearing casual clothes today, and his dark blue robe was fluttering slightly in the night wind.
The face of Fang Zheng was so gloomy that it could drip water at the moment.
"Iron River Gang..."
He whispered these three words, and each word seemed to be quenched with poison.
"How dare you treat me Prefecture Governor's Mansion like nothing."
Behind him, footsteps sounded.
Yue Zhan also jumped to the top of the building and walked to his side, his silver-white armor glowing with a cool luster in the moonlight.
The face that was somewhat similar to Yue Lingtian was equally gloomy at the moment.
"Master Zhou."
Yue Zhan spoke with a deep voice.
"I have sent people to investigate. Iron River Gang has dispatched hundreds of people this time. The leading gang leader Qi Zhen personally took action, and there is also a First Grade Elder accompanying him."
"Hundreds of people? Qi Zhen personally took action?"
Zhou Huaian's face became increasingly ugly.
"What do they want to do? Do they want to destroy Hundred Treasures Pavilion within Prefecture City?"
Yue Zhan has no words, the meaning is self-evident.
Zhou Huaian was silent.
He is the Qingyang Prefecture County Sheriff, the highest official in a county, and is in charge of all affairs in the county.
Yue Zhan is the garrison governor, commanding the garrison in the county and in charge of the military of a county.
If the two of them join forces, even top forces like Seven Sects will have to give some face.
But now, Iron River Gang broke the ban on not doing anything in the city and openly besieged the headquarters of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion right under his nose, but he could only stand here and watch.
Because Iron River Gang has a master.
The weight of a grandmaster is enough for any force to weigh repeatedly before making a decision.
If he orders troops to suppress it, Iron River Gang will be furious. Can Prefecture Governor's Mansion and Defensive Governor's Office withstand the anger of a grandmaster?
The answer is no.
"Master Zhou, what is that?"
Yue Zhan's voice suddenly sounded, with a bit of surprise.
Zhou Huaian followed Yue Zhan's gaze.
Then he saw a cyan figure, like a cyan lightning, climbing over the city wall and running straight on the roofs of one building after another.
The speed was astonishingly fast, and in just a few dozen breaths, it was close to the Hundred Treasures Pavilion headquarters.
"What a fast pace."
Zhou Huaian's brows raised slightly.
"This speed is no slower than the average First Grade warrior."
Yue Zhan squinted his eyes and used the moonlight to carefully identify the figure.
After a moment, he spoke slowly, with a hint of surprise in his voice that could not be concealed.
"It's Fang Han from the Azure Profound Sect."
"Fang Han?"
Zhou Huaian's pupils shrank slightly.
Fang Han, that young man who is number one Prodigy Ranking?
How did he appear in Prefecture City?
"Judging from the aura, this child is already an early stage warrior of Second Grade. This child's growth rate is really astonishing."
Yue Zhan's voice was filled with emotion.
"At such a young age, he already possesses this kind of cultivation. As time goes by, his achievements will be immeasurable."
Zhou Huaian looked at the green-robed figure getting closer and closer.
Why is this guy rushing to the Hundred Treasures Pavilion headquarters in such a hurry?
'I heard that this guy has a good relationship with the Hundred Treasures Pavilion. Do you want to rescue Hundred Treasures Pavilion?'
This thought flashed through his mind, and he shook his head slightly.
Now Hundred Treasures Pavilion is facing the entire Iron River Gang older generation of masters, not the younger generation.
Even if this son has the top strength of the younger generation, how can he save Hundred Treasures Pavilion from the fate of destruction?
On the roof of the three-story pavilion, Zhang Yuanshan also saw the green-robed figure rushing towards him.
"That's...Fang Han?"
There was a hint of disbelief in his voice.
"Judging from the aura, he is already a Second Grade warrior?"
Zhang Yuanshan The middle-aged tribesman next to him also saw this figure clearly and spoke in a low voice with a bit of emotion in his tone.
"Fang Han's growth rate is truly terrifying."
Zhang Yuanshan frowned and looked at the green-robed figure.
He has heard about the friendship between Fang Han and Hundred Treasures Pavilion.
This guy is here now, most likely to rescue Hundred Treasures Pavilion.
"It's a pity..."
He whispered to himself, with a bit of regret in his voice.
"No matter how strong this guy is, he is only one person after all. What can he do if he faces Iron River Gang?"
From other directions, people from various forces who were watching also recognized this green-robed figure.
"Fang Han? Why is he here?"
"I heard that this guy has a close friendship with the Hundred Treasures Pavilion Lan Yuexin. I'm afraid he's here to rescue me."
"Rescue? He alone? Iron River Gang Even First Grade Elder was dispatched. Although he is already a Second Grade warrior, what use can he do?"
Discussions came and went, but almost everyone had surprisingly unanimous views--
Not optimistic.
No matter how strong Fang Han is, it is only compared to the younger generation.
As for Iron River Gang, the leader Qi Zhen, the First Grade Late Stage warrior, personally leads the team and has hundreds of elites.
How can Fang Han turn the tide of the war?
"Whoosh!"
The figure of Fang Han flew through the night, like a blue lightning, as it climbed over the last roof, and the ruins of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion's headquarters were already in sight.
The magnificent five-story wooden building has now been reduced to ruins.
The cornices of the carved beams and painted beams were inserted diagonally into the rubble, and the carvings on the window lattice were licked black by the flames.
The air was filled with the thick smell of blood and the burnt smell of burning wood, which mixed together was nauseating.
In the ruins of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion headquarters, the two parties are fighting fiercely.
The swords flashed, and the roars of explosive energy came and went.
Guard and Guest Elder of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion stood back to back, desperately resisting Iron River Gang's tidal attack. However, there was a huge disparity in numbers between the two sides, and the defense line was riddled with holes.
"Ah, ah, ah--"
People kept falling down, some groaned and then fell silent, and some let out short screams, which were then drowned in the crisp sound of swords clashing.
Fang Han's eyes swept across the battlefield and quickly locked onto the two places where the battle was most intense.
In one of the places, two First Grade warriors, Iron River Gang Han Kui and Hundred Treasures Pavilion Shen Cangsong, were fighting fiercely. The one who had the upper hand was obviously Han Kui.
Han Kui's attainments in martial arts are not stronger than Shen Cangsong's. What is stronger is that Mid First Grade's cultivation level is close to the late stage.
In another place, Hundred Treasures Pavilion Leader Lan Daoxing and Iron River Gang Leader Qi Zhen were having a fierce battle.
The dark blue Brocade Robe on Lan Daoxing was mostly soaked in blood, and there was a hideous wound on the left shoulder, with the flesh curling up.
As he gasped rapidly, drops of blood continued to ooze out, dripping into the dust on the ground and spreading into a dark red color.
His face was as pale as paper, his breath was disordered, and the right hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably, but he still pressed the tip of the sword to the ground, trying to support his shaky body.
The firelight danced, reflecting the tall figure of Qi Zhen.
He was dressed in dark gold Brocade Robe, which glowed with a cold and gorgeous luster under the light and shadow, like a man-eating beast.
He pressed forward step by step, and the long knife in his hand turned into dark golden arcs that tore through the night. Every time the knife fell, there was a dull sound of Break the Wind.
The force was as heavy as a mountain, forcing Lan Daoxing to stagger back.
Lan Daoxing's sword moves have long been scattered, leaving a series of deep and messy footprints stained with blood on the ground under his feet.
"Broken!"
A sharp look flashed in Qi Zhen's eyes. Seizing the moment when Lan Daoxing was unable to recover, the blade suddenly changed direction, from chopping to blasting.
The thick blade was packed with great force and hit firmly between the sword spine and the chest of Lan Daoxing.
"Bang!"
Lan Daoxing fell backwards like a kite with its string cut off, the light of the soft armor on his chest flashed and dimmed, and he let out an overwhelmed whine.
Although the armor has not been broken, the domineering power of shock has penetrated into the body.
His throat suddenly felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood welled up, and he gritted his teeth and swallowed.
However, the fishy and sweet smell spread in the nose and mouth, and he stepped back seven or eight steps in a row.
Every step left a cracked pit in the ground. Finally, he stabbed the sword deeply into the ground and barely managed to avoid falling, but his figure was already shaky.
Fang Han No more delay.
"Whoosh!"
A slight sound broke through the air, almost blending into the night wind.
The next moment, Fang Han seemed to appear out of thin air.
With a speed that is difficult to detect with the naked eye, it spanned a distance of tens of feet in an instant and stood steadily in front of Lan Daoxing, blocking the attack route of Qi Zhen.
"Who?!"
Qi Zhen's pupils suddenly shrank, and alarm bells rang in his heart.
The other party came too quickly and too unexpectedly!
However, he was extremely experienced in combat, and his surprise was only for a moment. The long knife in his hand already followed the offensive, and without hesitation, he turned around and slashed down at the cyan figure.
On the blade, Dark Gold and Internal Qi gathered and compressed at an unprecedented speed, condensing as if real metal was burning.
Before the blade of the blade arrived, the unrivaled sharp energy that seemed to cut through the space had already hit his face, causing the hair on Fang Han's forehead to fly back.