Clang! Clang!
The two junior officers shook like chaff in a sieve, their faces deathly pale, as though they had seen a murderous ghost walking the earth. Their hands trembled uncontrollably, and their spears fell from their grasp.
Hong Yuan curled the five fingers of his left hand into a fist and punched.
One junior officer's pupils widened. His face suddenly stung as though thousands of fine needles were piercing it-the fierce wind carried by that thunderous punch.
In his final glimpse, he dimly saw the fist shove the air aside, dense blood energy coiling around it. The entire fist seemed to swell to the size of a clay cooking pot as it came crashing down.
Then his head shook violently, and he felt nothing more.
Hong Yuan withdrew his hand and watched expressionlessly as the man dropped dead on the spot. His helmet had been flattened by a single punch, driven deep into the crown of his skull.
The other man screamed and staggered back two steps, then suddenly twisted around and jumped off the twenty-foot wall.
He had barely leaped, his body still in midair, when the sharp sound of flesh being pierced rang out. His terrified, stunned gaze dropped, and he saw a dark spearhead protruding from his heart.
Shhk!
Hong Yuan pulled his spear back. As the junior officer fell, he had already lunged out again, sweeping his spear sideways. Amid cries for fathers and mothers, another twenty-odd men were sent flying.
Hong Yuan leaped from the wall and landed inside the courtyard. Compared to the three or four hundred men stationed atop the walls, the bulk of the troops were in here.
Immediately, the clash of weapons rang out on every side, shouts rising without pause. Officers from the Guo Family and the Hua Family,