Fierce Battle with Ma Meng

Elsewhere around Far Mountain Town, squad after squad raced forward at full speed.

With Yang Chenglu leading them, the city's Martial Artists joined forces and spread around the town, laying a net that seemed to cover heaven and earth.

About half an hour later, Yang Chenglu stood in a sparse grove east of town. An eagle cried overhead. He raised his arm, and a gray-and-white eagle descended onto it.

"All teams are in position! Move!" Yang Chenglu said grimly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three fireworks shot skyward and exploded, scattering streams of crimson-gold light across the sky and briefly driving back the darkness around the town.

At once, every squad outside the town surged forward, charging in at top speed. Lin Qing did the same.

He used his Lightness Skill and reached the edge of town in seven or eight breaths.

In an instant, the entire town plunged into chaos. Battle cries rang out everywhere.

As soon as Lin Qing and the others entered town, Black-Clad Martial Artists rushed from the surrounding courtyards, swords and sabers in hand.

"Anyone carrying a sword or saber may be killed on the spot!"

With a low shout, Lin Qing charged first at several black-clad men ahead.

The Black-Clad Martial Artists immediately lunged at him.

Lin Qing's figure flashed. In an instant, he was upon them. He struck with his palm, unleashing nine hundred thousand jin of force, and the Black-Clad Martial Artist at the front burst apart on the spot into a cloud of blood.

Lin Qing did not stop. He plunged into the crowd and threw punch after punch. Each blow burst another Black-Clad Martial Artist apart.

Within three to five breaths, he had slaughtered every black-clad man around him.

The Martial Artists who had followed him there stared in shock.

Severed limbs