Huang Bingyao had once been slapped by Deng Qing, so he knew Deng Qing's abilities and dared not underestimate him.
At this moment, he only regretted that he had misjudged Deng Qing's courage. He never dreamed that Deng Qing would dare to go on a killing spree and directly kill officials and rebel in front of so many people.
Huang Bingyao ran for his life, his mind filled with the thought that as long as he could get the message out, Deng Qing would be doomed.
However, Deng Qing had always regarded him as a target to be killed.
Before Huang Bingyao could move, Deng Qing stepped forward diagonally, his figure tracing an arc, instantly covering ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) and blocking his path.
"Die!"
Huang Bingyao was shocked. He drew his sword with his right hand and unleashed three swift slashes, the blade flashing and scattering fragments of stone from the walls on either side.
Deng Qing snorted coldly and unleashed the Phoenix Swaps the Nest" move.
The now- Perfected Mastery Elephant-Throwing Method has become such a powerful close-combat grappling technique that it is now a rare skill in the world.
Before Huang Bingyao could even react, his right arm was firmly gripped by Deng Qing.
The next instant, Deng Qing tightened his grip, and a sickening cracking sound came from Huang Bingyao's bones.
Despite the excruciating pain, Huang Bingyao's mind was incredibly clear. He caught the knife with his left hand and slashed straight at Deng Qing's forehead.
As Deng Qing raised his palm to parry, he suddenly changed his move, his long sword spinning back.
With a soft thud, the long sword cleaved his own right arm, severing it completely, and blood gushed out.
Deng Qing felt a sudden lightness in his hand and was startled. Huang Bingyao had already taken advantage of this momentary opening to twist and pounce.
Deng Qing instinctively wanted to chase after them, but knew that if the situation wasn't handled properly, there would be big trouble.
Deng Qing ignored Huang Bingyao, but Cao Chun stared blankly at Huang Bingyao's departing figure, her face gradually losing color.
Deng Qing's terrifying speed made him give up any thought of escaping.
What made him even more desperate was that even Huang Bingyao would rather cut off his own arm than stay and fight Deng Qing to the death. What could he possibly hope for?
Yes, the Imperial Court. We're counting on the Imperial Court. I'm an official appointed by the Imperial Court.
Huang Bingyao was just a servant; Deng Qing wouldn't dare kill me.
Having made up his mind, Cao Chun hurriedly cupped his hands in greeting, his voice changing with urgency, "Brother Deng Qing, calm down, please calm down!"
Don't go further down the wrong path...
Deng Qing shook off the severed arm in her hand and walked towards him.
Cao Chun retreated repeatedly, saying, "Let's talk this out. We can discuss what happened earlier. But the people from the Donghuang Cult are in the Underground Palace right now. If we start fighting among ourselves, wouldn't that just let these vile people benefit?"
Deng Qing kept walking.
Cao Chun grew increasingly panicked, speaking even faster, "Brother Deng Qing, think about it, the most important thing right now is to hold the Wasteland Veins! I'm ordered to coordinate the forces here. If you kill me, it will ruin the Command Center's plans, and wouldn't all the blood shed on the Front Line have been shed in vain?"
This concerns the overall situation of the nation; we must not act impulsively...
Deng Qing was fed up with it.
The world is in such chaos, it would be better if the Imperial Court were to perish. Why are you still talking to me about the overall situation of the nation?
"Young Master Xiao, Young Master Su, please say something..."
Before Cao Chun could say anything more, his vision suddenly blurred.
He was terrified and was about to raise his arm to fight back when Deng Qing's fist slammed into his chest and abdomen.
With a bang, Cao Chun arched his back and flew backward, crashing heavily onto the stone steps below.
He opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, soaking his entire body. Then his head lolled to the side, and he fainted on the spot.
There was complete silence.
Only then did someone in the distance quietly move back.
When things got lively earlier, that person was reluctant to leave.
Now that the excitement was over, he suddenly realized with a start that this excitement might be deadly.
The man took two steps back, and seeing that Deng Qing did not turn around, he quickly turned around and headed straight for the entrance of the corridor.
He had only rushed a few feet when a figure blocked his way.
The man quickly stopped, narrowly avoiding a head-on collision.
Deng Qing blocked the entrance to the corridor, his gaze sweeping past him and across the crowd, his expression shifting between light and shadow.
The man's legs went weak. "Brother Deng, I... I didn't move around or respond to Director Cao, no, Cao Chun, yes, that traitor Cao."
Seeing that Deng Qing didn't answer, he became even more flustered. "That traitor Cao ordered us to arrest people, but I didn't listen. I just wanted to get out, that's all, really that's all."
The other Martial Artist were about to leave were also stunned in place.
They looked at Cao Chun on the ground, then at Deng Qing, and their hearts sank.
Although there are many exits, Deng Qing alone cannot block them all. However, his Movement Technique are as elusive as a ghost, and anyone who dares to escape will immediately become the first to be sent to the altar.
Just then, Xiao Jinglin spoke up, "Everyone, please calm down."
As he spoke, he took out a Divine Shadow Stone from his robes, channeled his palm energy into it, and the patterns on the stone's surface lit up, revealing a clear light.
Everyone was taken aback.
Xiao Jinglin raised the Divine Shadow Stone, swept it across the crowd, and declared loudly, " Director Cao was killed by Huang Bingyao. I, Xiao Jinglin, can testify to that."
Su Yun immediately stepped forward, "That's right, I, Su Yun, can also testify!"
After he said that, even the dumbest of the others knew what to do.
"I saw it too!"
"It was Huang Bingyao who did it!"
"We are all witnesses!"
The person blocked by Deng Qing answered especially loudly, as if afraid that his face would not be recorded, and even turned his neck in all directions.
Xiao Jinglin held the Divine Shadow Stone, his gaze sweeping over the faces of everyone present.
Then, Xiao Jinglin, holding the Divine Shadow Stone, walked straight to Cao Chun's side.
Cao Chun lay at the foot of the stone steps, blood foam constantly oozing from his mouth and nose, his chest still rising and falling slightly, barely clinging to life.
Xiao Jinglin gripped the hilt of his sword, his eyes flashing coldly, and then, he drew his longsword.
With a soft thud, the sword pierced straight into Cao Chun's throat.
Cao Chun straightened up, kicked his legs, and then fell silent.
Xiao Jinglin drew his longsword and stepped aside.
Su Yun followed closely behind, drew his sword, and slashed at Cao Chun's shoulder and neck, blood immediately splattering onto the stone steps.
Everyone was shocked, but they also fully understood what the two meant, knowing that they couldn't get through this without handing over this pledge of loyalty.
After all, since the young master of the Xiao Family has already taken action personally, who can absolve themselves of responsibility?
A Martial Artist gritted his teeth, drew his sword, and slashed fiercely at Cao Chun.
The others also did not hesitate any longer.
In the blink of an eye, the crowd swarmed around, and swords and blades rained down one after another, the muffled thuds echoing continuously.
Before long, everyone stepped back, and blood was flowing freely at the foot of the stone steps.
Cao Chun's body had been hacked to pieces and turned into minced meat. Sprinkled with scallions, ginger, and garlic, it could easily be used as a filling.
Deng Qing was very satisfied. He returned to the center of the arena and began looting the corpses. Before long, he had collected all the spoils from the corpses.
Suddenly, Xiao Jinglin tossed the Divine Shadow Stone over.
Deng Qing reached out and caught it, put it into his Waist Pouch, and gave him a thumbs up.
Deng Qing thought Xiao Jinglin's move was indeed brilliant.
When he made his move, Deng Qing had already planned his escape route.
Cao Chun and Huang Bingyao had made it clear they were going to kill him; he couldn't just stand there and let himself be slaughtered.
The situation had clearly reached a point of no return; there was no room for further retreat, and the only option was to fight back against all odds.
At worst, we can leave the Desolate Soil, change our appearance, move to a different place, and still live our lives as before.
Besides, I now have powerful backers, so I don't necessarily have to end up as a fugitive.
He hadn't expected that Xiao Jinglin would take the initiative to step forward and handle the aftermath so well.
Of course, Deng Qing was also aware that Xiao Jinglin's seemingly reasonable offer likely contained a significant element of self-preservation.
Ultimately, the two had only known each other for a few days.
Xiao Jinglin helped him Grand Mastery because he didn't dare risk his life on Xiao Jinglin's character, betting that Xiao Jinglin wouldn't kill him to cover it up.
Now that Xiao Jinglin has personally killed Cao Chun and then dragged everyone else into the mess, it's as if he's paid a blood oath.
In fact, Deng Qing's guess was correct.
At this moment, although Xiao Jinglin had a smile on his face and gave Deng Qing a thumbs up, his heart was in turmoil and he had not been able to calm down.
He knew Deng Qing was formidable, but he had no idea that this guy was this powerful.
Cao Chun's guards were all handpicked by the Command Center, skilled in the Bone-Tempering Two, clad in armor and wielding weapons, and their teamwork was exquisite.
In Deng Qing's hands, it turned out to be no different from something made of paper.
As for Huang Bingyao, he barely managed to escape by cutting off his own arm.
Xiao Jinglin couldn't help but think of the seven mysterious Cloaked Figures from before.
Deng Qing left alone and later reappeared safely. He always thought that Deng Qing was lucky and happened to meet Jian Ruyu, which allowed him to escape.
Looking back now, I realize I was completely wrong.
It seems that even those seven mysterious Cloaked Figures were torn to pieces by this dismembered man before them.
Just how many other skills does this poor young man, who sees himself as a hero from humble beginnings, still possess?
The more Xiao Jinglin thought about it, the more he felt that his sword strike had been timely. Just then, Su Yun suddenly cursed, "That bastard Cao Chun deserves to die!"
Under the guise of Command Center, he has done nothing but perverse and wicked things. The evil is right before his eyes, yet he cannot see it; instead, he fixates on Brother Deng—he is utterly blind!
This scoundrel can't even distinguish between the wicked and the virtuous, how dare he lead us? If we listen to him, every single one of us will be killed by him!
Xiao Jinglin couldn't help but glance at Su Yun.
He knew, of course, that this Brother Su was also trying to survive.
However, these words were perhaps a bit too forceful.
The person has already been hacked to pieces; to continue cursing with spittle flying would seem like an overly contrived act of kneeling.
Unlike me, I handled things much more calmly and gracefully.
Su Yun seemed to understand Xiao Jinglin's gaze and thought to himself, "Where are you even at? I have solid evidence to back it up."
Then he said, "I'm not talking nonsense. Everyone, look at Huang Bingyao's severed hand."
As he spoke, he picked up Huang Bingyao's severed arm.
Everyone stared intently as Su Yun used the tip of his sword to pry open the torn sleeve and then turned his severed arm over.
Upon this turn of events, everyone immediately realized that something was amiss.
The muscles at the cut were completely unlike those of a normal person.
Inside, bundles of dark red, thick threads were twisted together, wrapped around the arm bone, looking like old vines soaked in blood.
Su Yun used the tip of his sword to pick up one of the bundles and pulled it outwards.
The muscle stretched and elongated until the sword tip released its grip, then suddenly retracted, causing the entire hand to curl up.
One of the Martial Artist instinctively took a half step back. "What is this thing?"
Su Yun snorted coldly, "You're asking me? I'd like to ask Huang Bingyao instead."
He pushed the sword tip into the broken end, revealing the arm bone underneath, where several thick, hard tendons had grown into the bone.
Everyone watching felt their scalps tingle.
Among the Martial Artist present, who hadn't seen severed hands and feet? But to see someone look like this was truly a first.