Chaotic Battle on a Thunderstorm Night (Part Two)

Han Shantong raised his leg and kicked Yang Feng in the chest, sending Yang Feng flying. Yang Feng slid a distance before crashing into a stone wall not far away, where he immediately lost consciousness.

Then, Han Shantong dashed forward, quickly reached the corner of the wall, and suddenly jumped over it, chasing after the direction where Lin Qing had disappeared.

"Constable Chief!"

Yu Qiuyu shouted and rushed to Yang Feng's side, picking him up in his arms.

Shen Lian also came closer and saw that Yang Feng was pale and unconscious. A look of seriousness flashed in her eyes. "He's badly injured. Go back inside quickly."

"Okay, what about Lin Qing?" Yu Qiuyu asked with considerable worry.

"If that person really is a Martial Artist at the Transforming Force, we won't be able to help even if we go. Besides, Lin Qing is always very prudent in his actions. His choice to lure the assassin away must mean he has a plan," Shen Lian said softly.

"We can only trust Lin Qing now," Yu Qiuyu sighed.

Da da da!

At the same moment, at the east gate of Jiangyin County, a troop of black-armored cavalry galloped at top speed, their hooves thundering, heavy and perfectly synchronized, like the beating of drums.

The soldiers guarding the city gate were all startled. In the fleeting glimpse of the lightning, they saw about three hundred cavalrymen below the city wall, each clad in fine armor, well-fed and strong, exuding a menacing aura.

This is no small number. In times of chaos, with three hundred armored soldiers as the core, and gathering rebels, a rebel army of more than one hundred thousand could be formed in less than six months.

"Open the door!"

Suddenly, a woman's loud voice came from below the city wall.

"Who goes there?" a soldier on the wall shouted.

"Are you blind? Don't you recognize me? Open the door now! If you mess things up, I'll smash your head in!"

The soldiers trembled with fear. Another flash of lightning illuminated the wilderness in an instant, and the men recognized the newcomer, who was carrying a Heavy Hammer on his shoulder. It was Ran Hongxia.

"Open the door!"

Without delay, the men immediately opened the door, and three hundred armored soldiers rushed into the county town like a torrent of steel, taking advantage of the thunder and rain to rush towards the Han Family at top speed.

Inside the Han Family Residence.

Lu Xingmin lay on the chair, his face solemn, with four maids behind him massaging his shoulders and back.

There were also more than a dozen Martial Artist in the courtyard, all of whom were leaders of major forces in the Outer City, and they all exuded a fierce aura.

"Lord Lu, when will the ceremony begin?" an old man asked. This man was Liu Jingchuan, the head of the Liu Family.

"Once Han Shantong returns, the God-Worship Ceremony will begin immediately."

"Where did Han Shantong go?" a burly man with a fierce face suddenly asked.

"Yes, we can't let this important matter be delayed," Liu Jingchuan said.

"Han Shantong went out to resolve a minor problem and will be back soon," Lu Xingmin said in a deep voice.

Liu Jingchuan looked toward the ancestral hall ahead. Through the gate, he could see that the hall was dimly lit, and the cries of a baby could be heard coming from inside. In this stormy weather, it was quite eerie.

"Lord Lu, can this ritual truly grant us immortality?" Liu Jingchuan asked again.

"What? Liu Jingchuan, you want to give up now? We're all in the same boat. If the Han Family falls, you're all finished too. Whether it's useful or not, this is the only way we can go."

"As long as we succeed in Deity Worship, our strength will increase dramatically. If the people of the Prefectural City dare to act arrogantly then, we will join forces to destroy them, and then we will join the Yinyuan Sect and use their power to fight against the Soul-Calming Office. This is the only way to survive." Lu Xingmin's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

Liu Jingchuan's expression changed slightly, and he quickly said, "I wouldn't dare."

"Just wait and see." Lu Xingmin said no more and chose to close his eyes and rest.

The others around didn't dare to say much either, and simply Middle Grade in silence for Han Shantong to return.

Crack!

In a secluded alley, Lin Qing jumped off the roof of a nearby house and did not go any further.

Han Shantong followed closely behind, leaping off the roof and landing not far behind Lin Qing.

"What? You little bastard, not running away anymore?"

"It really is you, Han Shantong!" Lin Qing turned around, his gaze calm.

Although he had never seen Han Shantong in person, the man's voice was that of an old man, deep and resonant with a slightly grating hoarseness.

"It seems you killed Pang Tong. At such a young age, you possess such superb Lightness Skill, and your fist techniques and hidden weapon skills are also extraordinary. Tsk tsk, you truly deserve to be the number one martial Talent in the history of Jiangyin County." Han Shantong sneered.

"Lord Han, since you know I have such Talent, why force me so hard? I will be heading to the Prefectural City soon, and I will soar to great heights. If you oppose me, you will not have a good end. Why not shake hands and make peace? It would be better for everyone," Lin Qing said with a smile.

He naturally couldn't make peace with Han Shantong, but right now, he wasn't entirely confident he could kill Han Shantong. If possible, he hoped this battle would happen later, not now.

"Blame it on your ignorance. I've sent people to recruit you time and time again, but you stubbornly refused to bow down. If you had joined my Han Family, I would not only have spared your life, but I would have also nurtured you with all my might. Now, it's too late. I will only be at peace when you are dead!" Han Shantong's tone grew increasingly cold.

"Han Family, I am now a prospective Constable of the True Martial Pavilion in the Prefectural City, protected by Silver Token. Aren't you afraid of killing me and bringing about the extermination of your entire family?" Lin Qing asked again.

"I have my own plans, Lin Qing. Don't hold out any hope. You must die today. I'm telling you, even a god couldn't save you!" Han Shantong said in a deep voice.

"Then let me see what Lord Han is capable of." Lin Qing suddenly rushed forward, already placing the Perfect Mastery Bamboo Shadows Riding the Wind in the Wind and the Perfect Mastery Iron Garment Shrouds the Body into his Equipment Slot.

Just now, he was only equipped with the Water Skimming, and Han Shantong could not catch up with him. Now, he is equipped with the Bamboo Shadows Riding the Wind, and his speed has increased by a lot. In an instant, he rushed dozens of steps away and came in front of Han Shantong. He raised his hand and threw a Tathagata Fist Manual Sutra, the Lotus Throne Emerges.

Using the momentum of his forward charge, Lin Qing twisted his waist and hips, channeling all his strength into a single rope, which then converged into his right fist.

In his normal state, he could exert 15,000 jin of force with one arm. Now, with the aid of his technique, the force of his punch had increased dramatically, approaching 20,000 jin.

And that's not the limit. He also silently activated the Blood Soul Force and the Mount-Towning Force. The former has a bloodthirsty effect, consuming blood and qi to increase strength, while the latter can double the strength of a local limb.

This seemingly ordinary punch was actually enhanced by several martial arts techniques, and the power of the punch had been pushed to an extremely terrifying level. With a howling wind and waves, it was like a meteorite falling to earth, and it crashed fiercely towards Han Shantong.

The moment Lin Qing charged out, a strange light flashed in Han Shantong's eyes, because Lin Qing's speed was so fast that even he couldn't keep up.

However, he still didn't take Lin Qing seriously. How strong could an eighteen-year-old boy be? He could kill Pang Tong, but he was only at the Hidden Strength. He was Transforming Force Martial Artist, killing Hidden Strength level martial artists was like slaughtering dogs.

Seeing Lin Qing throw a punch, he also threw a punch in return.

Bang!

The two fists collided, accompanied by a thunderous explosion.

Han Shantong's expression changed drastically. He felt that when he threw the punch, an overwhelming force roared towards him, far exceeding his expectations.

His arm instantly lost feeling, and he was thrown backward by the force of the impact. He lost his balance and was like a sailboat swaying in a giant wave, about to capsize at any moment.