The Fall of Qingshan Escort Agency

"Not good!"

Without time to think, Su Xinghe sprang into the air. While still midair, the longsword at his waist was already out of its sheath.

In the blink of an eye, he had reached the gate tower.

Before him stood a large group of spear-wielding armored soldiers in City Guard Army iron gear, busily loading gunpowder. Off to one side stood two men who appeared to be Inner Tempering captains. Seeing someone suddenly rush up, they tossed aside their firearms, drew their blades, and slashed at him.

"Boom!"

Blade light exploded amid the crowd.

The howling gale kicked up a great rain of blood.

Ever since Lu Xuanlin, the Public Security Office chief, had thrown him into a prison cart and sold him to the Lu Family mine, Su Xinghe had abandoned the last scraps of trust and respect he held for the county yamen and the Martial Dao Bureau.

Especially the Public Security Office and the City Guard Army, those two institutions controlled by the Lu Family.

They were snakes and rats from the same nest. Killing them was no great matter.

At worst, he would truly become a Head-Chopping Bandit, hide in the deep mountains, and devote himself to cultivation.

Keen steel blades shattered iron armor, and miserable screams tore through the sky. Scalding blood gathered into streams and poured down the stone steps from the city wall.

In just two breaths, the gate tower was littered with severed limbs.

"Damn City Guard Army!"

An enraged roar sounded from nearby.

Su Xinghe turned to look.

On the notice board where heads had been hung, sheet after sheet of bloodstained proclamations had been posted.

"Bandit Suppression Order..."

"Justice Gang, Brotherhood, Under-Heaven Hall... White Ape Martial Academy... colluding with the remnants of the Peaceful Heaven Sect..."

"Xu Qingsong, Chen